Injecting Ye Zhizhou With the A-Virus

Li Qingcang took the syringe and walked up to Ye Zhizhou. The tip of the needle looked cold and shiny.

Ye Zhizhou could easily tell what Li QIngcang was trying to do. He sat up on his bed immediately.

Just as he was trying to get up, Yan Ge pushed him roughly back to the bed. Yan Ge was a burly man; he was bigger than Ye Zhizhou.

Ye Zhizhou was like a defenseless chicken struggling to break free from Yan Ge's grasp. He watched helplessly as the long syringe poked into his skin, an unknown liquid being injected into his bloodstream.

"Li Qingcang, what did you inject me with?"

Ye Tianxin smiled wryly at Ye Zhizhou. "Take a guess."

Ye Zhizhou asked, "Is this the X-Virus?"

Ye Tianxin looked at him coldly. "Wishful thinking. Why would I inject you with the X-virus? It's the A-virus."

Ye Zhizhou was speechless. He wanted to curse out loud, but what would that accomplish?

What could he do?