Man With Super Medical Skill by 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.

Roland? little monk? Mr. Wyatt? Is anyone out there?" He called names but

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

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.

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

more weight

spread because of my impulsive decision?"

quickened his pace toward the elevator. Strangely enough, his body recovered a

reached the elevator, his body was fully recovered;

reveal the tsunami of zombies wandering

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

Roland! Paintaker! How is this possible?

pupils and faces were devoid of blood. As if his soul was sapped off his body, Matthew repeated those words under