Zombies of the new age are troubled

Chapter 125 Double Strike
Wang Xiaolu rode his bicycle in despair, on the way back.

"Come here, little zombie, let's chat."

Xia Jing hadn't been in the store for several days, and was about to leave, when he ran into a little zombie who was clearly not in condition, he must have been embarrassed by his colleagues again.

When Wang Xiaolu heard the sound, he stopped the car, but did not go over.

"Let's talk another day." She was really not in the mood today.

"It's so early today, you shouldn't be going to work, why are you back?"

Wang Xiaolu suddenly wanted to find someone to talk with her, and go back to save her alone.

Xia Jing sat aside, quietly listening.

"I understand. Because you saved a little girl, the little girl's family members went to your company to thank you. The matter somehow got bigger. Many household heads in the community disagreed and hired you as a zombie."

Wang Xiaolu scratched his head, "I knew it, I'm out of work."

She was unemployed, the first job in her life, just like that.

Xia Jing patted his chest, "It's hard to find a job yet, come to my house."

Wang Xiaolu forgot to take a look inside, except that the men are all male zombies, why would she join in the fun.

She thought of Guo Yu again, and felt that it would be better to start looking for a job after a month.

"Is Uncle Fan here?"

Wang Xiaolu wanted to go to the hospital to see a doctor, but after he went in, he realized that he hadn't brought any money.

Uncle Fan is very good at seeing a doctor, so it's the same for him to see a doctor.

"Yes! I just came out of Uncle Fan's place. If I accompany you, you won't feel well."

Xia Jing looked at the little zombie beside him as he walked.

"No big deal?"

"That's good."

Uncle Fan likes little zombies very much, and there is no one in the shop right now.

"Xiaolu is here, come and sit down."

Wang Xiaolu was taken aback by the other party's enthusiasm, his red eyes flashed with confusion.

"I have something to do."

Uncle Fan looked at the cute little zombie, and patted the empty chair beside him with a smile on his face.

"Come here and tell me what's uncomfortable."

"I once felt chilly in the back, and I sneezed twice. I wanted to see if I had a cold."

"Cold!" Xia Jing shook his hand holding the teacup, and the tea in his mouth "poofed" before he could swallow it.

He looked up and looked outside, it didn't rain red that day, why did the zombie catch a cold.

Uncle Fan was also surprised, he began to feel the pulse of the little zombie, it was strong and steady, very normal!

"You don't have a cold and you are in good health."

"No cold?"

When Wang Xiaolu got the answer, he no longer struggled with this question.

"Sister Wei said she has prosopagnosia, Uncle Fan, can you show me if you have it? What else is prosopagnosia?"

Uncle Fan became serious, he asked the little zombie a few questions, and finally he got the answer he wanted.

The little zombie can distinguish the position of the facial features, but cannot integrate them. For the people or zombies he has seen, the faces are very vague in his memory.

Xia Jing didn't expect the little zombie to have this problem, he couldn't see it at all.

He asked curiously, "then how do you recognize me every time you see me?"

"Sounds and smells."

Xia Jing gave Wang Xiaolu a thumbs up, "Amazing."

Wang Xiaolu knew that she was letting Sister Wei hit the mark, and she asked nervously, "Can this disease of mine be cured?"

Uncle Fan said in embarrassment: "There is no effective method yet, Xiaolu, don't be discouraged, there will be a way in the future."

Wang Xiaolu suffered double blows both at work and physically, at this moment, he just wanted to go back and be quiet for a while.

Looking at the slender figure, Xia Jing frowned, "Is there really no way?"

"There is a way? But there is no medical basis."

Xia Jing continued to ask, but got no answer.

(End of this chapter)