News about the quarantine hospital was under a strict lockdown by the base; the outside world remained completely unaware.
Meanwhile, after taking advantage of the chaos to sneak a meeting with Zhou Jing, Qi Xiang returned feeling that something was wrong with her calf.
It was numb and itchy, with a faint, chilling sensation.
She rolled up her pant leg to take a look. The gash she'd gotten that morning had already scabbed over. It wasn't red or swollen, and on the surface, there was no visible problem.
After a moment's thought, she went to find Fang Rui.
After hearing her out, Fang Rui's expression grew serious. "You got this injury underground this morning?"
When Qi Xiang nodded, he thought for a moment, then opened his toolbox and took out a thin scalpel. "I'll have to cut it open and see." 'Those plant-people... It's hard to say. Who knows if getting scratched by that thing's thorns will leave any side effects.'
Qi Xiang knew this was serious.
