Capítulo 801: Chapter 649, how about 500?

Zombie World, Medical Room.

Wu Heng sat on one side, watching the two patients in the room.

The man, about 40, had a pale face and sparse, messy hair, with an IV tubing in his arm, transparent fluid dripping steadily.

On another bed not far away, there was a woman in her 50s with gray, dry hair scattered casually over her shoulders and cracked lips.

Both of them also watched this way, their gazes filled with a hint of unease.

Opposite each sickbed, two armed skeletons stood, their empty eye sockets staring fixedly at the beds, motionless.

These two were South Korean technicians Wu Heng had revived.

After resting for a day yesterday, he came over today to check on their conditions first.

"Feeling better?" Wu Heng asked in Korean.

The two weren't trustworthy, but the base needed people from all walks of life.

If they were willing to work honestly, Wu Heng was still willing to let them join.

The man answered, "I've recovered some."