Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

"What am I talking about with you?" Brother Yan's violent temper was still provoked, and he slapped the small bedside table next to the hospital bed, "I'm talking serious with you, why are you clinging to nonsense?"

"You've always had unscrupulous thoughts about me, what serious things can you tell me?" Ling Huang now sees how Brother Yan looks at him, and he gets angry, "Why? I thought I was a little kid who you can play with casually. Boy, now that I'm a bit useful, are you going to play with me seriously?"

"You!" Brother Yan obviously didn't have good eloquence when it came to quarreling, he gritted his teeth and pointed at the tip of Ling Huang's nose.

"What about me?" Ling Huang turned his head forward and turned his face to one side, "See if the handprint you slapped on my face is still there, if it is gone or faded, you can pay me a renewal fee to print one out? !"

"Okay, okay." Doctor Che pushed Ling Huang back to the hospital bed with one hand, and pushed Brother Yan away with the other, "Don't make noise, Ling Huang's body can't take it anymore, so don't provoke him."

"Did I recruit him?" Brother Yan paced back and forth by the bed irritably, "I think he won't give me a good face as long as I'm here."

"Smart as you are!" Ling Huang smiled at him, "Get out of here! The farther you get out, the better!"

"I f*ck told you that I have a bad temper, so don't provoke me!" Brother Yan growled and clenched his fists aggressively, wanting to get closer.

"I have a good temper?" Ling Huang didn't show any fear, and smiled calmly and indifferently, "I'll tell you right now, when it comes to bad temper, I never admit defeat!"

"Hey! Brother Yan!" Dr. Che ran over and hugged Brother Yan's waist and pulled him back, "It's agreed not to use violence, and it's agreed that you should be gentle with others. It doesn't count if we elders can't talk talk."

"It's okay for me to slap you a few times, break your ribs a few times, slap you so many times that you vomit blood and can't get out of bed, and humiliate you in public to let others know that you are the kind that everyone can touch and molested a few times. What a bitch." Ling Huang didn't want to make peace at all, "Then I also told you that I won't hit you anymore, I want to treat you well, I love you so much, please look at me seriously. Let's try, You know how hypocritical and disgusting you are."

Brother Yan was pulled away by Dr. Che, his brows were tightly frowned.

The last words Ling Huang said were still angry words. Although his expression was cold, he clenched his teeth tightly, and the words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

Look at the way Ling Huang's hands are twisted together...

Brother Yan's temper gradually faded, replaced by slight pain in his heart.

"I didn't humiliate you in public, and I didn't expect them to treat you that way. I'll beat up those two guys who bullied you when I get out." The man's attitude became softer, and he picked up the doctor who was pestering him. Arm, "As for hitting you... I can't guarantee that I can hold back when you confront me head-on."

Ling Huang lost his anger, covered his head with the quilt, turned his back to this side, and muffled, "Get lost!"

Brother Yan finally gave up. After he exchanged glances with Dr. Che, Dr. Che pushed him out of the infirmary.

As if on purpose to let Ling Huang hear, Doctor Che left the door open, and the sounds of fists, feet and screams of Brother Yan beating and scolding his subordinates outside could be clearly heard inside.

"This man is a bit reckless and a bit dazed, but I still haven't seen him care so much about anyone." Dr. Che put on medical gloves for himself, took injections and other preparations, came over and said softly, "Pull the quilt away, Open your pants, and I'll give you an anti-inflammatory injection."

Ling Huang had no objection to Dr. Che, and did as he said.

"I haven't even finished my meal, and I'm still very angry." After the injection, the doctor helped him press the cotton wool to stop the bleeding, "I'll ask someone to bring over some chicken porridge later."

"Thank you, Doctor Che." Ling Huang didn't make things difficult for himself. Although he was full now, he would definitely be hungry later.

Dr. Che is still very considerate in taking care of others. As long as he doesn't speak for Brother Yan, Ling Huang will respond well to everything he hears.

"If we can know how zombies evolve into SSR, think about it, those relatives and friends who have turned into zombies may have a way to return to us." Dr. Che's argument has been persuaded from several angles Then persuaded, "Have you never had someone you care about turn into a zombie?"

Why not, of course there is.

Although the original owner's parents in this plane passed away many years before the bereavement disease broke out, an aunt in the neighbor's house has always taken care of the original owner.

Later, the aunt was eaten by zombies. The aunt also had a young daughter who was only 12 years old and turned into a zombie.

Maybe that sister is still wandering around the neighborhood where she used to live, looking for flesh and blood.

It was too late when the original owner found out that something happened to the neighbor's house, and there was nothing he could do.

Although this was not Ling Huang's experience, Ling Huang also felt the regret in the original owner's heart, but whoever he has the ability to revive anyone will definitely include his sister.

"But this is the evolution of zombies, not bringing people back to life." Ling Huang finally expressed his concerns, "We don't know what evolution is all about, and whether they are still the same after evolution."

"It will definitely be different from the original." Dr. Che sat beside Wen Sheng and said slowly, "But it's better than continuing to be a mindless beast... This is what I think, and I don't force you to think the same way as I do , I’m just chatting with you to see if there’s anything we can do to help them.”

Brother Yan's domineering and powerful Ling Huang couldn't communicate.

But Dr. Che always smiles when he speaks, speaks at a moderate speed, and has a friendly and friendly tone. In addition, he is a doctor, so he is born to bring more trustworthy feelings to others.

Ling Huang thought for a long time, "I want to ask Xiaoying, if his evolution will be painful, if he will be sad when he recalls the past...I think he..."

I think he's not happy remembering the past, he's sad.

"It's fine for me to do the funeral by myself, and my brother must not become a funeral."——Xiaoying's words lingered in Ling Huang's mind.

Ling Huang remembered his expression at that time very clearly, it was skinless, and the muscles at the corners of his lips were downward.

As if about to cry.

"What do you think is wrong with him?" Dr. Che asked softly, unable to wait for the next words.

But this judgment is emotional, and Ling Huang has no more basis. He shook his head, "When my ribs grow better, I'll go out and ask Xiaoying about it. It's too arbitrary to say anything now."

Ling Huang didn't have any discomfort in the days to recuperate from his injuries.

Brother Yan would still come to see him, and the two of them would still rush when they came, but Brother Yan couldn't bear it anymore, and he couldn't bear it anymore and left without making trouble with Ling Huang.

The people who hated Ling Huang for eating raw didn't know why they heard that their relatives might be resurrected, so they would send some eggs and milk every now and then to ask Dr. Che to make up Ling Huang's body.

Ling Huang's injuries were almost healed. He put on a camouflage outfit, carried gun bullets on his back, and strapped a few daggers on his waist to go out alone.

There was hope in the eyes of those who saw them off.

Brother Yan sent him to the iron gate of the surface square, "You really don't want me to accompany you? There are zombies outside."