After the blood entered a semi-coagulated state, it was bound to contain a large concentration of viruses. This was an excellent sample.
Shen Feng then took out the severed zombie finger from the glass bottle he had brought and sliced off a strip of flesh.
He took two more petri dishes, poured the culture medium he had brought into them, and placed the blood clot and the piece of flesh into the dishes.
Next, he took another petri dish, chipped off some fragments from the severed stone statue finger he had brought, and poured them into the dish.
After finishing all this, Shen Feng leaned back in his chair as the silicon-based framework in his chest softly played a cheerful Mexican song, La Elisa.
Although he had used the highly efficient culture medium intended for producing artificial biological doubles in the petri dishes, it would still take time for the various viruses to fully regain their activity and reproduce.
He could rest for a while.
The melodious, cheerful music echoed throughout the virus laboratory, lifting Shen Feng's spirits as well.
Mexico might have been a disaster-ridden land steeped in magical realism, but its people were unquestionably optimistic and cheerful, living firmly for the moment.
That much was evident from the Day of the Dead and the country's musical style.
After La Elisa ended, La Puntada followed—a cheerful tale about a simp who got drunk and confessed to the goddess of his dreams.
Shen Feng tapped along to the song, then caught sight of the nurse tied to the bed from the corner of his eye and suddenly stopped.
The zombie nurse, who had been constantly struggling and howling, had unexpectedly calmed down.
Her pupils were still dilated, but she had become much more peaceful, as though she had entered a