Over the past thousands of years of history, humans have continued to make breakthroughs in the field of medicine.

Many terminal diseases that seemed incurable in the past have gradually found solutions with the continuous advancement of science and technology.

Many horrific diseases whose causes cannot be found at all are gradually being revealed through instruments.

But at the same time, as the understanding of these diseases becomes clearer.

Human beings have only truly realized how fragile even as the top of the earth's biological chain is when faced with probability problems.

Cancer, or to be more precise, malignant tumors.

The main cause of this disease is genetic mutation, which is somewhat the same as the several lizard genes forcibly added to Zhou Xun's body.

Once cells make errors in DNA replication and transcription during division, there is a chance that tumor cells will appear.

This kind of cells does not directly engulf normal cells in the human body, but only competes for nutrients and rapidly proliferates and reproduces itself.

They will spread to other parts at an extremely terrifying speed, suppressing the function of normal organs, thereby causing organ failure.

Judging from its nature, it is indeed terrifying, but it is not as brutal as the blood plague virus.

The former will not attack existing human cells, but the latter will directly phagocytose cells and turn them into nutrients to supply themselves, and even destroy the immune system.

And when the two collide, strange changes seem to really happen!

"Before you contracted the blood plague, did you ever feel uncomfortable with your heart, or did anyone else in your family history suffer from heart diseases?"

After taking Zhou Xun back to the second floor and sitting down, Sumo got straight to the point and asked directly with the examination information in his hand.

"Heart. I don't have any discomfort, but it seems that my grandfather died before he was forty years old because of this."

"What about your dad?" Sumo continued to ask.

"Not long after he came through time travel, he died in the heavy fog. He couldn't even survive the first year. He didn't die because of a heart attack."

When talking about his father, Zhou Xun's voice was slightly dull and hoarse, as if there was a mouthful of phlegm stuck in his throat, and there were complicated emotions trapped in it.

"Feel sorry."

"Although it's a bit abrupt, I still want to confirm, has your father ever said that he had heart problems before?"

"I can't remember clearly. I was only 14 years old before the collective time travel came. I can only vaguely remember him." Zhou Xu hesitated for a moment: "My dad said before that he had good physical strength, but he seemed to be helpless because of something later.

Giving up on sports, now that I think about it, it must have something to do with the heart, right?"

"Very good, I understand." Sumo nodded slightly.

It was confirmed that Zhou Xun's heart problem was not caused by the blood plague virus, which is equivalent to eliminating an important variable.

Next, he wanted to verify that the conclusion he had just guessed and deduced was correct in the general direction.

The steps are simple.

All we need to do is find humans who have survived the blood epidemic and whose bodies have mutated, and check them to see if they also have cancer cells in their bodies.

If so, we can naturally continue to conduct in-depth research in this direction to find out the role that cancer cells play in this battle between humans and blood epidemics, and where the magical power in their bodies comes from.

If not, then we must continue to seek common ground while reserving differences, and find out what is the common denominator that everyone can withstand the impact of the blood epidemic.

"I have to go out. Maybe I have to go back to the camp to find someone to continue the experiment?"

"Go back to the camp now?" Zhou Xu glanced at the darkening sky outside and said uneasily: "Master Yang, although the wasteland at night is safer than before when alien races were rampant, there are still countless mutant animals in the south.

Let’s go hunting under the cover of night, how about we start again early tomorrow morning?”

"No, we can afford to wait, but those who have suffered from the blood epidemic cannot afford to wait."

"If you delay it all night, I don't know how many innocent people will die again." It has been delayed for three days, and finally there is a breakthrough.

Sumo didn't want to wait any longer and stood up immediately: "Don't worry, the dangers in the wild are only for ordinary people. I have plenty of guys here to defend themselves."

Taking Zhou Xun with them, they went to the storage room on the second floor.

As the identity verification passed, the moment the room was opened, a strong metallic smell emitted.

"Master Yang, what is this?"

Realizing that the smell was somewhat familiar, Zhou Xun tried his best to recall it, but still couldn't remember where he had smelled it.

But the next second, as the lights in the room came on, his fat body suddenly froze at the door.

"Fuck." Zhou Xun blurted out subconsciously.

In his field of vision, the walls of the room were all hung with firearms and weapons of different shapes that exuded cold murderous aura.

As small as pistols, shotguns, and submachine guns on the lower level.

Large-caliber sniper rifles, anti-armor rifles, fully automatic rifles, and grenade guns range from mid-to-upper-level.

Almost all the killing weapons in the wasteland that can instantly take away ordinary creatures can be seen on this wall.

And as his eyes glanced at the box on the ground, Zhou Xun's shock increased instead of lessening.

Boxes of bullets, grenades, powerful throwing bombs, and even many weapons that have no name at all.

They are like clutter, stacked together randomly, exuding a charm that makes people unable to take their eyes away.

"Here, this is the largest size. Let's see if you can put it on?"

Casually pulling out the largest body armor suit from the box containing armor, Somo raised his hand and threw it away.

After several versions of this thing were improved by the Ordnance Industry Institute of the Academy of Sciences, I heard that it can even withstand rifle bullets.

Although he doesn't need this thing to increase his defense and reduce his mobility, Zhou Xun's precious lump needs to be protected. If there is an accident and he wants to find a similar primary heart tumor patient, he doesn't know how many miles he has to run before he encounters it.

arrive.

"Master Yang Yang, I can also use these weapons."

Excitedly taking over the body armor suit and stroking the full set of protective equipment including the helmet, Zhou Xun looked excited and his voice stuttered.

But despite the fact that there have long been no controls on fire weapons in the wasteland, anyone can have them.

But in fact, taking the current Fu'an United Territory as an example, 80% of the people still use cold weapons.

The few people who own thermal weapons only use a pistol for self-defense, and cannot use it for hunting at all.

The reason for this phenomenon is simple.

Maintenance, consumption!

Ordinary refugees cannot get brand-new firepower weapons from the factory. By the time they get them, most of them have already been worn out.

With this kind of rules completely lost, there is no industrial chain for corresponding weapons in the wasteland.

Without proper maintenance, guns will quickly develop various problems that are difficult to solve.

But that's not the most deadly thing. The bullet is the straw that breaks the camel's back.

Under the modern and complete industrial chain, the price of a conventional rifle bullet can still be reduced to within a few dollars.

But in the wasteland, one bullet can often be sold for enough supplies for ordinary people to live for a few days.

In other words, even if you accumulate a month's worth of survival supplies, you can only get a dozen pistol bullets at most.

If you change to rifle bullets or other more powerful weapons, the price will be even more expensive.

"Well, you don't need to take action."

"But since you did well today, I can give you a gun to play with."

He picked up a shiny small pistol from the bottom edge of the wall and took out a small box containing thirty bullets. Sumo smiled and threw it away.

The latter rushed forward in a hurry and caught it in the air as if he had found a treasure.

Just looking at the level of excitement, it is no less than that of suddenly winning a five million grand prize in the civilized era.

"It seems that you are very interested in this kind of weapon?"

"Master Yang, this is a life-saving guy, why don't you dare to be interested, not to mention that if this gun is taken to the outside world, it will require at least three months of rations to start!"

Zhou Xun flipped on the safety and made aiming movements with a familiar face. Zhou Xun's face was full of love.

It can be seen that he usually does a lot of homework in this area.

"Oh, as long as you behave well next, it doesn't matter if I give you some more of the weapons and ammunition here?"

He happily picked up a rifle, picked up a few sea-burning mines for breaking off the back, and hung them on his waist.

Sumo was already very familiar with the operation of drawing a pie.

Sure enough, after hearing this, the last trace of doubt in Zhou Xun's brow disappeared, replaced by forcibly suppressed excitement.

"Let's go."

"Yes!" Zhou Xun nodded, and immediately took the lead with his bloated belly raised.

Close the door of the bungalow and walk out of the courtyard.

Under the pitch-black night, with the confidence brought by their self-defense weapons, the two of them moved very fast, scurrying along the path they had taken during the day.

The straight-line distance from here to the camp is about forty kilometers, and we arrived there at around ten o'clock in the evening.

Unlike other territories, the territory also has a curfew system.
To be continued...