He took out another vial of blood and handed it to Wang Ke.
Wang Ke hesitated, but accepted it anyway.
The blood in the test tube had separated into layers. It wasn't the vial he and Xia Yu had found during the riot.
"This is..."
"This is No. 002's blood."
Feng Ye said.
The instant the blood entered his body, Wang Ke felt as though he were flying through the sky, looking down at the earth.
He saw his late grandparents in a courtyard swept by a cool breeze. They held him in their arms as they lay in a rocking chair, slowly soothing him to sleep.
"How was it? Like opening the door to a whole new world, right!"
Feng Ye's face brimmed with excitement as he waited to hear how Wang Ke felt.
When Wang Ke came back to his senses, he didn't answer immediately. Rather than address the question, he nodded, turned, and left.
After that, their colleagues grew increasingly frenzied.
They no longer stopped at smashing things and throwing tantrums. They began harming themselves.
One sliced off their own fingers while peeling an apple. Another used a syringe to suck the lens out of their eye...
Every day felt like living in a horror movie. No one knew when the people around them would die, or how.
Wang Ke was puzzled. He asked Feng Ye why he didn't give the blood to their other colleagues.
Feng Ye only said that the two of them had been chosen by the professor.
Only those who had been chosen, those who had value, would be given a chance.
Wang Ke injected himself with practiced ease. In that moment, he suddenly felt that he was no different from the test subjects in the wards.
To the professor, value was all