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Chapter 566 Please don't pity me(2/2)

The water tank came soon, and Mo Qiong took some testing equipment and jumped in consciously.

Fifty minutes later...

The chief asked the medical worker who arrived in a daze: "Can a person change it to breathe with his skin?"

Mo Qiong was in the water, and he didn't even bother to vomit bubbles. He stared at them in the big water tank, and even talked and chatted with them in the water. There was nothing wrong with it in fifty minutes.

The medical worker said: "This is not a problem with skin breathing. He didn't breathe at all! In the past fifty minutes, his cells did not take a slight amount of oxygen!"

"Can that person not need oxygen?" the chief said in a daze.

"Any animal on Earth needs oxygen! Only dead people don't want it! You don't know what this technology means!" The medical workers were very excited.

The commander thought, dead people? Sure enough, are these people actually zombies? But why are they heartbeat? They evolved into super warriors with mature viruses?

"I need a blood sample!" said the medical worker.

"Okay! Come on, draw blood for him!"

Seeing that these people were about to come over to draw blood for themselves, Mo Qiong raised his hand and said, "Wait a minute!"

The commander's eyes lit up and thought to himself that it was indeed a genetic problem, and said with a smile: "You can't help it!"

Mo Qiong said, "I know, but I must remind you that my blood is contagious and don't let it enter your blood vessels. Of course, you can also be iron-headed and deliberately injected after hearing what I said."

"That's OK, but you must be optimistic about the injected person and tell us what you have to do in time."

The commander nodded and thought to himself, is it contagious? It turns out that it is still zombie blood.

So I asked someone to wear protective clothing and come over to draw blood for Mo Qiong with tools.

"Puff..."

"Shit..."

Their blood draw was amazing, and the ordinary syringe was directly frozen and cracked.

A stream of transparent gas gushed out, and its temperature was extremely low, instantly condensing the water vapor in the air, forming a large piece of white mist, and spreading quickly.

The medical staff retreated so much that they looked at Mo Qiong's arm with a little breath, and then stopped the bleeding automatically.

"What's this?"

“The gas leaked?”
Chapter completed!
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