I opened a Clinic in the Apocalypse

Wen Qingling opened her eyes.

He seemed to be asleep, his consciousness drifted in the streets and alleys of Nancheng, and he saw the scene that happened in Nancheng.

Luo Fengjue was injured.

Xu Shengfei plotted against Luo Fengjue the same way he plotted against him.

After Xu Shengfei plotted against him, he immediately pushed him into the group of zombies, and everyone else fled. No one saw Xu Shengfei make a move, and no one reminded Luo Fengjue to be careful about sneak attacks.

Wen Qingling stood up, and Jiang Lan and Wen Zheng, who were sitting on the ground, had entered a short sleep.

He went to a clinic not far from home to get some hemostatic medicine and gauze.

Looking at the medicine shelves that had been swept away without even a cotton swab left, Wen Qingling wanted to say a thousand-word motto.

The battle was quite noisy, causing the zombies in Nancheng to commotion. Wen Qingling didn't know why he could feel it. This feeling was very strange, as if he could control the zombies in Nancheng.

With the thought together, he suddenly wanted to see if he could really control the zombies.

The spiritual power spread, and an order was given to the zombie group besieging Luo Fengjue: don't hurt him.

The hungry zombies were very unwilling, but unable to disobey this order, they could only keep roaring at Luo Fengjue.

Luo Fengjue's car was overturned by the group of zombies, and the wooden thorn was stuck in his ribs. It was so painful to move that he doubted his life.

After the bullets were finished, if he wanted to escape, he could only alienate his body, but he was reluctant to wear these equipments.

The zombies that were attacking frantically, for some reason, suddenly retreated, no longer approaching him, but kept screaming at him.

He climbed out of the car window with difficulty, sat on the ground panting violently, and the coat he pressed on the wound was soaked in blood.

A zombie wearing a white coat came out with a broken leg, his face was bloody and his mouth and nose were rotted into holes, and he limped close to Luo Fengjue.

Luo Fengjue clenched the dagger tightly in front of him, preventing the zombies in white coats from suddenly rushing towards him.

The white-coated zombie was a few steps away from Luo Fengjue, threw a bag of things at him, and retreated back to the group of zombies.

Luo Fengjue was a little dazed, picked up the cloth bag and took a look, there were gauze, bandages, pads and other things inside.

Luo Fengjue: "???"

Luo Fengjue felt it was magical. He was forced into a desperate situation by the zombies, but there were zombies to give him warmth. Could this be his dead father?

Without time to delay, he took out a bottle of disinfectant and suture needles from his bag.

If it was before the apocalypse, he would not believe that there would be a day for him to sew needles. After the apocalypse, he would be able to do anything, run a few streets with wooden thorns, and stitches would count as a brush? !

It's just... so fucking painful!

The group of zombies surrounding him did not disperse, and when he stood up again, they automatically parted ways and let him leave.

Luo Fengjue found a car that could be driven and drove all the way out of the city without being attacked by zombies.

He is completely stupid, who would believe that a zombie threw a medical kit at him?

His mother is definitely the son of the zombie, otherwise who can do it?

After sending Luo Fengjue away, Wen Qingling looked for Lu Tianjin and his group again, only to see the exhaust gas left by them.

Wen Qingling pondered, did he become a "leader"?

Every time the zombies gather and want to engage in large-scale activities, they have evolved a "leader". They can control the group of zombies, and how much they control depends on how advanced the "leader" is.

To deal with such a group of zombies, as long as the "leader" is killed, the group of zombies will lose their minds and become a mess.

Wen Qingling felt that Tianling Gai was chilly, and he might have accidentally become the number one hunting target of human beings.

Wen Qingling turned around and saw her parents standing at the door of the clinic.

Seeing the ransacked clinic, my father almost healed himself with facial paralysis and went berserk.

My mother made a fuss, "What about the white-eyed wolf?"

Wen Qingling: "I escaped, there are too many zombies in Nancheng, she can't break through the line of defense."

Jiang Lan: "What a waste. Sure enough, you should go to their base, smash it, go, mom will avenge you!"

Wen Qingling: "If you said this without drooling, I might believe a little bit."

Jiang Lan wiped her mouth, "I just want to kill her, a white-eyed wolf!"

Wen Qingling: "Mom, socialism is like a zombie."

Wen Zheng: "Answer the call, answer the call."

Jiang Lan gave the father and son a white look, and set up a row of chairs angrily, "All right, let me starve to death!"

Wen Qingling: "Mom, we are civilized zombies with knowledge and consciousness, we can't bite people like wild zombies."

"Don't try to brainwash my old lady!" Jiang Lan commanded with her hands on her hips, "Still not working? Look at what the clinic has become like? A group of robbers broke in without permission, immoral!"

The three zombies worked hard to clean up the clinic and restore it to its original state, and then they went to rob others.

It was too inconvenient to go up and down the 12th floor of their own house, so the three decided to find a nearby villa to live in. After everything was settled, the family of three began to search for medicines all over Nancheng. What kind of clinic is a clinic without medicine?

Running the clinic has become the obsession of his parents. Even if he becomes a zombie, he still refuses to let the clinic go.

Wen Qingling could only follow silently, not daring to speak.

Parents are very happy to search for medicines. Wherever they go, no matter how many zombies there are, they will disperse immediately.

Jiang Lan: "See, even zombies know how to be polite and humble, and they don't hurt the same kind. Humans should learn from it."

Wen Qingling: "You haven't seen any zombies that hurt the same kind..."

"I don't listen, I don't listen, I don't listen, I'm reshaping the three views of zombies, don't interrupt my rhythm!" Jiang Lan flew up with her head, took the basket, and took away all the remaining medicines in the pharmacy.

Wen Qingling: "Mother, leave a message for someone else to do something about it. They worked so hard to find the pharmacy, but they didn't even have a Band-Aid. It's too cruel. We can't do this."

"That's just right, our clinic's business is going to explode." Jiang Lanqing didn't even count the medicine racks, so he tried to trick other people's medicine stores.

Wen Qingling followed behind and persuaded, "Our clinic is located in Nancheng, which is full of zombies, what kind of business can we have?"

Jiang Lan: "Then to treat the zombie, your dad is a surgeon, it shouldn't be a big problem to give the zombie the whole face and a skin graft. Being a zombie can't lose the pursuit of a better life."

Wen Zheng, who was a porter: "I may not be able to do this."

Jiang Lan: "It's okay, as long as you don't destroy the zombie's brain stem, you can do whatever you want, the zombie won't die, it's just a good time to practice plastic surgery techniques."

Jiang Lan opened the door of the medicine storehouse with a "crash", then stopped.

Wen Qingling looked at the warehouse suddenly, he smelled the smell of fresh flesh, delicious and sweet, the unbearable hunger came back again, he was struggling to resist, Jiang Lan and Wen Zheng roared at the same time, rushed forward, a row The heavy metal frame was easily knocked over, and Wen Qingling subconsciously used her mental power to control the out-of-control parents.

There are three people hiding in the last row, two men and one woman. They all have weapons in their hands. They should be survivors nearby. They came to look for medicine and were forced into here by zombies.

Wen Qingling knew this without looking at it with her eyes.

He carried several boxes of medicines, turned and left, followed by his parents who had lost their self-awareness, all the way back to the clinic.

Until the movement at the door disappeared, the three people hiding inside dared to poke their heads out to check, but there was nothing at the door, they came to the door cautiously, and the zombies in the pharmacy were gone.

They looked at the heavy shelves that fell to the ground, and they were all a little silent.

"It should be a survivor, right? I heard their voices."

"It seems like a family of three, running a clinic in Nancheng."

"Father is a surgeon, and he wants to give zombies a facelift and skin graft?"

The three of them looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally came to a conclusion: it was another medical lunatic who was obsessed with developing a vaccine.