"Muscle atrophy?"
Blind Master was in the laboratory of the pharmaceutical company's special research group. When Song Da suddenly came looking for him, Blind Master had been reading the various data the research group had provided on the living zombie.
It was printed in braille in real time—there was equipment here specially configured for Blind Master.
After hearing Song Da's question during his unexpected visit, Blind Master's hand left the braille page, and he turned toward Song Da.
At that moment, Song Da nodded and sat down. "Yes, Blind Man. If it's you, can this kind of illness be cured?"
Blind Master was silent for a while before slowly saying, "That depends on the patient's specific condition. If the atrophy was caused by bone necrosis, then even I would find it difficult. If it was caused by something else, we'll only know after a careful examination. Song Da, I'm not truly an immortal who can cure every illness with a single dose. You should know that."
"I see..." Song Da nodded. He had not come with high hopes to begin with—he knew that the Blind Man was capable, of course, but he was not omnipotent.
"Perhaps we can try some acupuncture first and see how it goes." Blind Master pondered for a moment. "Song Da, is this your friend? You don't usually take the initiative to speak."
"She... I suppose she is." Song Da slowly sighed and decided not to hide it. "Actually, she's the relative of the living corpse in the laboratory—her older sister. I went to see her today."
Blind Master nodded, then suddenly said, "I'll go with you tomorrow to take a look at her condition."
Song Da asked in surprise, "Blind Man, you're willing to help?"
Blind Master said calmly, "After all, we're researching Natasha. The