Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)
Chapter 2247 Nightmare

Roland's words were meant to comfort Lola, and they acted as a reminder for himself too. However, he himself was uncertain in such a situation.

After perusing and reading the documents, they all understood that the consequences were irreversible once one was infected by this virus-be it damage to the body or the brain. Besides, Matthew was exposed to the virus for too long.

The possibility of recovery was close to nil.

"Matthew. Matthew Larson, wake up. Wake up."

Matthew's eyelashes trembled at the call of his name. By the time he opened his eyes, he found himself bedridden all alone in the room.

He tried to move around, and pain pierced through every part of him. moved his body slightly. Gazing at himself, he realized that there were needles all over his body.

"Lola? Roland? little monk? Mr. Wyatt? Is anyone out there?" He called names but to no avail. A sense of foreboding rose from the bottom of his heart.

Enduring the intense pain, he decisively pulled out the needles and rolled off the bed. A channel of blood gushed out of his mouth.

Grabbing the handrail along the bed, he attempted to pick himself up. He stumbled his way through and picked up Bloodreaper from the corner of the room before leaving the pristine room. Behind him was a trail of bloody footprints.

The scene outside made his pupils contract instantly. Dragon In Slumber was no more a bustling laboratory. There was only gloomy silence accompanied by sparks of electricity flickers everywhere. "Hey! Is anyone out there? Can you hear me?" Matthew's voice fell, enveloped by the pin-drop silence.

The only response he received was intermittent echoes, adding more weight to the apprehension that settled in the pit of his stomach.

"Did Zombie Virus spread because of my impulsive decision?" The more he speculated, the more anxious he became.

Grasping his sword, he quickened his pace toward the elevator. Strangely enough, his body recovered a little with every step he took within the short distance.

By the time he reached the elevator, his body was fully recovered; he felt stronger than when he was at his peak.

The elevator doors opened, only to reveal the tsunami of zombies wandering the lobby mindlessly.

When they heard the commotion from Matthew's side, they charged toward the elevator. Just as he was about to close the elevator doors to escape back to the basement, he noticed a few familiar faces amongst the zombie crowd.

"Lola! Roland! Paintaker! How is this possible? How?!"

The three companions appeared the same; their pale pupils and faces were devoid of blood. As if his soul was sapped off his body, Matthew repeated those words under his breath.

When the zombie in lead approached him, Matthew's eyes reddened as he unsheathed Bloodreaper.

He bulldozed through the waves of zombie-like monsters on a rampage, leaving those dismembered bodies behind him.

Lola and the others were right in front of him, and his quivering voice yelped. Yet, to his dismay, all he received in response were bloody gaping mouths.

Bloodreaper was swinging in mid-air, but it stopped halfway. "I'm so sorry for letting you guys down!"

He relaxed his palm, letting go of Bloodreaper. The infected trio bit him by the shoulder before the others engulfed him into the tide of corpses.