The medical center was still bustling.
Since its establishment, it had been receiving a large number of injured people and those with various diseases every day. Even some rare Mutant Beasts and zombies were brought in as research specimens.
This was a condition Zhang Ye had agreed to early on with Dr. Zhao.
Although he had to appear calming to his subordinates, he was well aware that the threat this time was hardly any less significant than that posed by zombies. Time was pressing, and they had to find a way to respond quickly.
There were no delays on the way to the medical center.
Zhang Ye soon saw Dr. Zhao, who was dissecting a corpse in the lab on the fourth floor.
The man didn't even look back when Zhang Ye entered, or rather, Dr. Zhao was so immersed in his work that he was almost oblivious to the outside world.
It wasn't until Zhang Ye came up to him and spoke that the intensely focused man abruptly turned his head.
"Dr. Zhao,"