Inside the hastily erected tent.
Chen Yutong drew blood from Little Lamb using the equipment in the medical kit, then pressed a cotton swab over the wound and applied a medical bandage.
Seeing that Little Lamb had not made a sound, Chen Yutong stroked her hair and praised her gently.
"You're very brave. When I was your age, never mind getting an injection—even seeing blood made me dizzy."
Little Lamb smiled shyly at the praise and said bashfully.
"Actually... I was still a little scared. But after seeing it so much, it didn't seem so frightening anymore."
The entire annex seemed as though it had been soaked in a vat of blood.
There was not only blood, but corpses as well. No matter how they cleaned, there always seemed to be some left behind.
When she had first come up from the basement, she had nearly fainted from fright. Even though she had adjusted somewhat by now, she still could not bear the suffocating stench hanging in the air.
Watching Chen Yutong place the test tube containing her blood into a small silver box, Little Lamb asked quietly.
"...Can my blood cure those people?"
Studying the flickering test data on the display, Chen Yutong stroked her chin and pondered for a long time before muttering to herself.
"...We're not sure yet. But there really is some kind of antibody in your body that can inhibit the active enzymes secreted by the Naguo mycelium. That will help us develop a vaccine or antidote against this special fungus."
Not every organism was affected by Naguo. A very small number of people showed no reaction after consuming it, relying on some kind of antibody in their bodies to suppress the infection of the Naguo mycelium and completely digest it through their digestive systems.