Jiang Ye spun around, only to see zombies pouring in through the windows, quickly tackling and biting his classmates.
Perhaps to avoid discomfort, the blood sprayed out was green, like celery juice.
Surviving students were still resisting with stools or trying to break down doors to escape. But as soon as the classroom doors opened, the torrent of zombies surged in.
Jiang Ye looked up; the classroom was on the top floor.
He made a decisive leap, grabbing onto the outdoor air conditioning unit on the wall and climbing onto the roof.
The rooftop was barren, covered in bird droppings. A few steel pipes lay in a corner, their surfaces rusted.
Jiang Ye immediately ran over and picked up a steel pipe.
Immediately after, he saw zombies climbing up the air conditioning unit, trying to reach the rooftop.
Jiang Ye moved along the edge of the roof, striking the zombies with the steel pipe like a spear, sending them plummeting to their deaths.
"Husband, your technique is impressive," Cen Yemeng said. "But this rooftop isn't a place to stay long. Once all the students in the classroom have turned, they'll all come up here, and we won't be able to fight them."
"It's okay, we'll hold on as long as we can. The surgery will be finished soon," Jiang Ye replied. "The combat feel in this game is a bit trash; hitting the zombies feels like hitting jelly."
"Were there games like this in ancient times?" Cen Yemeng asked.
"There were zombie-themed games in ancient times, but they weren't this realistic or this free-roaming," Jiang Ye said. "The graphics are like a movie. Back then, computers had something called a graphics card, and a card that could support such clear graphics would probably cost over ten thousand yuan, which was two months' salary for an ordinary person."
Jiang Ye fought fiercely on the rooftop. Initially, only a few zombies climbed up, but as the game progressed, more and more zombies ascended.
Jiang Ye's movements became increasingly skilled, even mastering fancy fighting styles instinctively, slashing and weaving with fluid grace, like a master of spear combat.
The zombies met various ends: some were impaled by a steel pipe, others had their legs severed and fell, and some had their insides spilled out by a steel pipe, spraying out a basin of celery juice.
"Did that zombie I just struck look a little familiar?" Jiang Ye asked.
"It looked like your class beauty, your deskmate," Cen Yemeng blinked.
"Damn, it turned so fast?" Jiang Ye sighed. "What a shame!"
"What's a shame? It's just a character in a game," Cen Yemeng said, her eyes cold. "It's good that she's dead, so you won't be thinking about her constantly."
"Damn, wife, you're so ruthless," Jiang Ye said.
"The surgery is finished," Cen Yemeng said. "You keep fighting zombies; the doctors are starting to stitch you up."
"So soon?" Jiang Ye was surprised. "I really didn't feel anything throughout, just a slight itch."
"Mr. Jiang, I've performed many cranial surgeries," a military doctor said. "Your brain structure is truly exceptionally exquisite."
"Exceptionally exquisite brain structure?" Jiang Ye was stunned. "Can it be described as exquisite? Aren't everyone's brains more or less the same?"
"There are big differences, mainly in fullness, the depth and shape of the gyri and sulci, and the branching patterns," another doctor added. "Your brain structure is indeed exceptionally exquisite, looking very complex and different from most people."
"Is this complexity good or bad?" Jiang Ye asked.
"Usually, it's good, meaning you have more neurons and more efficient pathways," the doctor said. "Have you had your intelligence tested?"
"125, I tested it when I was young. I haven't tested it since I went into hibernation," Jiang Ye said. "I hibernated for so many years; could that have changed my brain?"
"It's possible. The hibernation technology of your era wasn't very mature; it might have altered organs," the doctor said. "125 is considered quite intelligent. The intelligence testing methods of ancient times were very rudimentary; your true intelligence is likely higher, but it wasn't measured due to the primitive testing methods."
Jiang Ye thought of something and turned to meet his wife's gaze. "Could our son's brain structure be even more complex?"
"When we went to the exile planet in the forest, we also had a medical check-up. Our son's brain volume is forty milliliters larger than that of people of the same weight," Cen Yemeng said. "I don't know if his structure is exquisite, but it's definitely different from ordinary people. Otherwise, how could he be a genius?"
"Alright, the stitching is done," the doctor said. "Would you like us to do a rapid hair regrowth treatment?"
"Rapid hair regrowth?" Jiang Ye frowned. "What does that mean?"
"To perform your surgery, your hair was shaved off, and now you're completely bald," the doctor explained. "If you're willing to wait half an hour, we can make your hair grow to about one centimeter."
"I want to regrow my hair, but I'm a bit exhausted," Jiang Ye sighed. "I want to rest."
"Rest if you want to, husband. You look handsome even without hair," Cen Yemeng squeezed his hand.
The doctor cleaned Jiang Ye's scalp briefly, and the surgical instruments retracted.
Jiang Ye reached up and touched his head. It was smooth, and he couldn't feel any stitches, feeling as smooth as touching his knee.
Perhaps the stitching technology of this era was advanced, allowing the skin to heal directly.
After returning to the ward, Jiang Ye immediately fell into a deep sleep. His strength was still weak; after the surgery, he mumbled and slept for seven hours before waking up, even though he had slept a full eight hours the night before.
As soon as he woke, Cen Yemeng turned on her earpiece and spoke to him.
"The pathogen has been found," Cen Yemeng said. "It's a type of atomic parasite."
"Atomic parasite?" Jiang Ye frowned.
"A very small parasite, without even cellular structure, its body composed of atoms," Cen Yemeng explained. "They exist in nature, and there are corresponding biochemical weapons. The military has matched them in their arsenal, but they haven't found anything similar yet."
"Can it be treated?" Jiang Ye asked.
"Yes, you've already been injected with a serum, which is also an atomic parasite. They will fight the atomic parasites in your brain," Cen Yemeng said. "It should take about three to four days to recover. You'll be very sleepy during these days because more atomic parasites will consume nutrients from your brain. Once you finish sleeping these few days, you'll be healthy."
"Using other atomic parasites to kill the original atomic parasites in my brain?" Jiang Ye frowned. "Isn't that inviting trouble?"
"Don't worry, husband, they are definitely reliable. The type of atomic parasite injected into you has no reproductive ability and can only live in your brain for 24 hours. So, we inject you on the first day, and by the second day, they all die. Then they naturally decompose and are metabolized out of your brain with waste. We inject you once a day, which is like reinforcing the troops each time, until all the atomic parasites in your brain are eradicated."
"Will their mutual combat damage my brain tissue?" Jiang Ye worried.
"Very, very, very minor damage," Cen Yemeng said. "You'll heal yourself."