Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew) novel Chapter 2245

Matthew yelled, "Little Monk, use Turtle Breath Technique to start a fire!"

Following the orders, Paintaker held his breath while taking out a lighter from his pocket. With a push of his palm, the flickering flame blazed into a raging fire.

Matthew immediately removed the silver needles from the infected body and threw them directly into the raging fire. At the same time, his spiritual power surged in his body, enhancing his senses to the limit. A faint pungent smell wafted his nose.

Everyone outside was inexplicably puzzled by Matthew's course of action. Deep down, they couldn't help but worry because the evaporated blood was infectious.

Previously, experiments had been conducted on some animals in the laboratory, and they were all infected without exception.

"What is this kid doing?" asked the impatient and anxious Kenneth.

"Don't worry, he must have his reasons for doing so. Let's wait and see." Still, Rhett's hands were already trembling. He finally understood the root of his uneasiness.

Had he known that this was Matthew's intention, he would have broken the bulletproof glass no matter what.

However, it was too late. The room was filled with evaporated blood from the infected.

If they forcefully broke open the room, the entire laboratory would be in danger once the gas seeped out of it.

Thus, the only solution was to wait for the purification system in the room to do its work.

"Young man, just what exactly are you trying to do?"

Back in the room, Matthew sniffed his nose and shook his head in disappointment. He took out the silver needles again and yeeted them into the raging fire.

As the number of silver needles on the infected person's body decreased, the intense and pungent smell in the room became stronger and stronger. It was so strong that it brought tears to his eyes, but a smile crept onto his lips.

Hurriedly, he took the Elixir of Longevity that was given by Hildegard and handed one of them to the little monk.

Matthew was uncertain whether it could save their lives. All they could do was take a gamble.

However, something throbbed in his chest, causing him to cough a mouthful of dark blood. He could not help the tremble all over his body. Mustering every ounce of strength left in his knees, he trudged toward the glass.

"There is still... one more plant... one more. I... I don't know what it is… But... but... it's not... not..." When he was halfway through his message, a mist of grogginess clouded his mind, and his body trembled vehemently. Blood flowed out of his mouth and nose.

It pained the elderly seniors to watch that. It was a sign of one turning into a zombie.

In the face of Matthew's miserable state, Lola couldn't control her tears anymore. They trickled her cheeks nonstop.