What?! I Became the Zombie Beauty in the Villain’s Arms – CH95

Chapter 95: Sexual Apathy

“What do you mean by that?”

“It means the virus inside your body isn’t an ordinary zombie strain.”

Pei Xiqing blinked in surprise. “Am I a Zombie King?”

Qiu Chao fell silent.

He seemed to laugh, though it was hard to tell behind his featureless white mask. Picking up a pen, he scribbled something on a piece of paper and tapped the tip against the desk. “There is no such thing as a ‘Zombie King’ in this apocalypse,” he said. “There is only viral concentration. The virus is categorized into five stages, from level one to level five. The standard zombie virus ranges from level one to level three. It’s incredibly common. A single dose of neutralizing serum usually does the trick. If it doesn’t, a second dose will.”

He drew a few quick lines on the paper, circled Level Four, and tapped it. “You are a pathogen that exists entirely outside the norm.”

When it came to his actual profession, Qiu Chao’s demeanor was completely different from the frivolous man she had run into in the courtyard. Right now, he projected the imposing, awe-inspiring aura of a true medical expert.

“Is there something special about a level four strain?” Pei Xiqing asked. “How can you be so sure?”

“Aren’t the symptoms obvious?” he replied, jotting down more notes. “Whenever you are surrounded by a high density of infected, you temporarily develop corpse spots. Once you create enough distance from the horde, those spots automatically fade. I was only able to confirm my theory after Brother Duan gave me a detailed rundown of your condition.”

“He knew I wanted to examine you, so he briefed me extensively beforehand. I already had a solid understanding of your baseline before you even walked through that door.”

“On top of that, my apprentice, Zhan Da, forwarded me your blood samples and preliminary test results.”

He pulled a thick dossier from the desk drawer and flipped through the pages.

“You are definitively at level four. I’m curious to see if your cells can mutate to level five. If they do, then you really will become the closest thing to a ‘Zombie King.’ Though… that might not necessarily be a good thing.”

“Yeah, I know,” she murmured. If her condition was exposed, she would instantly become a prime target for every ability user in the wasteland. It would draw a catastrophic amount of unwanted attention.

“Please, have a seat over here,” Qiu Chao gestured to a scanning machine. “I need to run a high-precision diagnostic.”

“Alright.”

“By the way,” Qiu Chao added suddenly as he calibrated the equipment, “Brother Duan kept me tied up here until almost ten o’clock last night discussing your file. Do you mind if I ask an off-topic question?”

“What is it?”

“What exactly is the relationship between the two of you?”

“Didn’t he tell you?”

Qiu Chao continued adjusting the dials. “He did, but I have a hard time believing it.”

“You won’t even believe the words coming out of his own mouth? If I tell you, why would you believe me?”

“That’s not what I meant.” He cast a sidelong glance at Pei Xiqing. “I just want to know… can you actually feel that he likes you?”

“Yes.”

“Then I’m genuinely surprised.”

“Why would you say that?”

“I’ve known him since before the apocalypse started. He doesn’t strike me as someone capable of loving another person. Honestly, he seems like someone completely devoid of worldly desires—or sexual appetite, for that matter.”

Pei Xiqing looked at him seriously. “He is actually very good at loving someone. He’s just not very good at expressing it.”

“How could I not think that?” Qiu Chao scoffed lightly. “He’s articulate enough, sure, but his heart is cold enough to freeze a person to death.”

She smiled in amusement. “So that’s what you really think of him?”

“I didn’t say anything. And don’t you dare repeat that to him, or he’ll come back to make my life miserable later.” Qiu Chao absolutely hated unnecessary trouble. He stood up and patted the machine. “Alright, the calibration is complete. Have a seat. This will take about ten minutes.”

Qiu Chao conducted a highly meticulous examination. He painstakingly recorded every minute detail of her physical state, his eyes constantly darting between the rapid stream of data scrolling across the monitor and the notebook where he scribbled his findings.

“How does it look?” Pei Xiqing finally asked.

“Level four. You’re bordering on level five, and your biology successfully hosts an active superpower…” Qiu Chao muttered, staring intently at the screen. “Wait, let me process this. Your ability… it’s absolutely incredible. It can actually enhance the abilities of other superpower users. But what’s the trigger mechanism? Have you figured out how to activate it?”

“By biting?” she suggested hesitantly. “But I tried that recently, and it didn’t trigger anything.”

“Think deeper,” he urged, a genuine thrill in his voice. “Your core has the capacity to amplify the elemental output of other ability users. Not only that, but you can actually copy the abilities of the people you’ve amplified.”

A sharp smile spread beneath his mask. “Fascinating.”

He ripped the page of notes from his pad with a crisp tear. “Alright, I’ll forward these baseline results to Brother Duan. I still need to run a deep analysis on the finer details, so give me some time to crunch the data. You can go find him now. He’s waiting for you downstairs.”

“Downstairs?”

“Yeah, he’s down in the lobby waiting for you.”

“I’ll head down, then. Thank you,” Pei Xiqing said as she stood up. “If you discover anything else, please let me know as soon as possible.”

“Will do.”

After she left, Qiu Chao locked the heavy steel door and remained holed up in his laboratory for the entire day.

By the following morning, he still hadn’t completely cracked the anomaly. He was so close—just a hair’s breadth away! Frustrated, he ran a hand aggressively through his messy hair, gathered his files, and marched next door to track down Zhan Da for a second opinion.

Shortly after he vacated the room, a woman strode down the corridor and knocked firmly on his laboratory door.

“Qiu Chao, I know you’re in there,” called the woman, her voice crisp and commanding. Dressed in sleek leather boots and a sharp, tailored combat uniform, she crossed her arms. “My unit is deploying soon. Did you really march into this base without breathing a word of it to me? Or are you actively avoiding me?”

“Open the door.”

When a long minute passed without a response, the woman lost the last of her patience and forcefully pushed the door open herself.

The laboratory was empty. The room was deathly quiet, occupied only by a couple of haphazardly pushed chairs and a chaotic mess of papers and pens scattered across the examination desk.

She walked over and glanced down at a blank notepad sitting on the desk. Just as she was about to dismiss it and toss it aside, her sharp eyes caught the faint, indented outlines left on the top sheet from the page that had been torn away.

She narrowed her eyes, angling the pad against the harsh fluorescent light. Even though it was only a faint impression of intermittent strokes, she instantly recognized Qiu Chao’s familiar, messy handwriting pressing through the paper.

It was difficult to decipher at first, but with her elite visual acuity, she slowly pieced together the indented characters. Within moments, she was staring at a set of medical diagnostic records that she would never, for the rest of her life, be able to forget.

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