I made a fortune from plastic surgery

An hour later, the red light in the operating room went out.

Liu Jun took out a square mirror and handed it to the plaid shirt zombie.

Compared with the loud crying of grievances before, this time it cried more subtly, with clear tears running down its face, the hand holding the mirror trembled slightly, and its mouth was slightly opened, unable to utter a word for a long time.

Liu Jun took out a tissue, handed it to the plaid shirt zombie, patted it on the shoulder and asked, "Guest, are you satisfied?"

The plaid-shirted zombie admired himself in the mirror. Instead of being stitched up, his empty left eye was filled with a gray-and-white eye prosthesis, which looked very similar to its right eye.

And the ribbed nose it required was perfectly restored by Liu Jun, it was properly propped in the bridge of the nose, and it fit naturally and well with its face.

The rotten flesh that fell on the face was also removed by Liu Jun or sewn into the skin and flesh. The skin felt delicate and smooth, no more bumps.

The zombie excitedly held Liu Jun's hand, shaking it from side to side, intermittent voice rolled out of his throat, praising Liu Jun crazily.

Even through rubber gloves, the touched places are like ants and insects gnawing in groups, slowly gnawing from the back of the hand to the arms, back and even the neck.

The discomfort made Liu Jun's body stiff, and he didn't want to ruin the excited mood of the plaid shirt zombie at the moment.

Liu Jun skillfully pushed away the hand of the plaid-shirted zombie, took a distance from it, took out a bottle of transparent liquid from the medicine cabinet, put it on the table, and said, "Guest, this is the repair liquid, remember to take out the eyeballs every day. Wipe it again. If you run out of it or have other problems after the operation, you can come to me.”

The plaid shirt zombie said a lot of grateful words again, Liu Jun sent it outside the operating room, and said to it: "Next time you come, you can collect some medicine bottles, similar to this."

After speaking, Liu Jun showed the two medicine bottles to the zombie. It could clearly see and recognize the square words on them, but it couldn't react in its mind, and put the medicine bottles into its arms like a baby, and thanked Liu Jun again and again. .

After the operation, the zombie in the plaid shirt stretched his collar, his originally stooped back straightened unconsciously, and walked out of the building in high spirits.

The zombies who were still queuing up in the wind and snow saw the zombies in the plaid shirt all looked sideways, only to hear the zombie in the plaid shirt sniffling and dancing and boasting to the zombies about Liu Jun's amazing plastic surgery skills, which made the zombies whisper to each other and reveal Envious eyes.

Here, Liu Jun was scrubbing his hands vigorously in the bathroom, disgust accumulated on his brows, even through gloves and surgical gowns, Liu Jun's obsession with cleanliness would become more serious every time he operated on zombies.

As if I was trapped in the spider's mucus, my whole body was covered with spider silk, I couldn't move an inch, and my breathing was stagnant.

Even though his hands had already been lathered a lot, and the hands hidden under the foam were also slightly flushed from washing, Liu Jun still felt that his hands were covered with dirty things.

Liu Jun didn't turn on the faucet until his hands turned white from rubbing, the warm water washed away the foam, and Liu Jun breathed out comfortably. He hated winter the most.

One is that Liu Jun himself hates the cold very much, he wished he could not go out under the quilt every day.

The second is that the surgical fees brought by the zombies who come for plastic surgery in winter are often some shabby and common things, which are not enough to maintain the operation of the building in winter, and can only eat the old money accumulated in other seasons.

Lucheng's hydropower system had already been shut down due to the fall of the enemy. Liu Jun specially arranged for a few smart zombies to maintain the normal turnover of the substation. So far, there has been no major trouble.

The mirror above the washbasin reflected Liu Junsi's gentle face, with elegant eyebrows, and there seemed to be a bookish atmosphere hidden in it.

Liu Jun hooked the corners of his mouth, trying to control the muscles around his mouth, but the man in the mirror had no expression on his face, obviously he had a top-notch skin, but unfortunately he couldn't smile.

This is the tenth year since the end of the world, and Liu Jun has become accustomed to living among zombies. It only took one summer from the appearance of the first infected person to the fall of the world.

Liu Jun still remembers that he and his younger sister Liu Lanliu were hiding in the basement waiting for rescue, listening to the slow dragging sounds of zombies day and night, like heavy bricks sliding on the floor, like a low-pitched spell accompanying their brother and sister. people fall asleep.

Smelling the pungent smell of disinfectant in his hands, Liu Jun left the operating room contentedly to appreciate the "baby" he got today.

The plastic surgery laboratory is where Liu Jun develops new plastic surgery projects, and it is also a place where surgeries are performed.

The entire room was exposed to cold white light, the paint on the walls was very similar to the light green tone of the old hospital, and the smell of disinfectant was stronger than that in the operating room.

The so-called "baby" lay quietly on the operating table, covered with a white cloth.

Liu Jun gently lifted a corner of the white cloth with his index finger and middle finger, his eyes narrowed slightly: he would still be amazed if he looked at it again.

I don't know how long this corpse has been left outside. It may be because of the ice and snow in the past few days. There is no sign of decay, but the body is stained with many zombies' rancid body and fluid, and there is a layer of black scabs on the face.

Liu Jun called 031 at the side, handed it a wet tissue, and said: "Wipe his face clean, pay attention, don't pierce the skin."

Liu Jun was not in the mood to make up the corpse, so he picked up the corpse recording board on the side and gave the corpse a random name: Corpse Sample Thirteen.

I plan to record the proportions of the facial features of the corpse, and keep it as a perfect sample, which will become a reference for other zombies to undergo plastic surgery.

As 031 wiped it carefully, the corpse revealed a pale chin, perhaps because 031 used too much force, the chin was covered with an uneven thin layer of red.

Liu Jun looked at the slightly reddened chin, with a trace of doubt in his eyes. Just as he was about to reach out for inspection, there was a knock on the door of the laboratory.

A female zombie with curly hair whispered a few words to Liu Jun. The white nurse uniform on her body made her look neat and tidy. Unlike other zombies wandering outside, the zombies in the building were all carefully selected by Liu Jun. Elected, obedience and discipline are extremely strong.

After listening to the female nurse's words, Liu Jun frowned: "Is there a big client here?"

Seeing a doctor and performing surgery are very exhausting tasks. Liu Jun only receives ten customers a day. Although Liu Jun likes to deliver supplies to his door, rules are rules. The plaid shirt zombie is the last customer today.

"Reject."

The nurse glanced at Liu Jun's eyebrows, and slowly took out the things given by the client.

A small cyan gift box with a snowflake pattern appeared in its palm, and a red ribbon floated above the gift box, showing the good taste of the gift giver.

After seeing the gift box clearly, Liu Jun's expression changed, and the corners of his mouth subconsciously tightened.

He has treated countless zombies, including some old customers, and among these old customers, there are always a few difficult characters, and the zombie who came to give gifts this time is one of them.

No matter what kind of surgery it is, I like to let Liu Jun do it. Even if a bloodstain is scratched in the process of fighting for territory with zombies, I still have to find Liu Jun and ask Liu Jun to disinfect it. Infatuation, even if you don't have surgery, you have to see Liu Jun before giving up.

Liu Jun picked up the cyan gift box in the nurse's hand, so he had to send it away in person.

The gift-giving zombie sat carelessly on the consultation table. As soon as Liu Jun entered the door, he saw its shiny forehead, and its hair was fixed with hairspray in a docile way, as if it had been drenched with oil and water.

A fluffy pink leather coat hangs on it, and a gold chain hangs around its neck, looking like a nouveau riche.

As soon as the greasy-headed zombie saw Liu Jun, he immediately jumped down from the consultation table, carefully sat down on the chair, put his legs together, and put his hands on his lap, like a well-behaved child in a kindergarten, looking at Liu Jun with shyness and timidity. meaning.

Liu Jun put the gift box on the examination table, and keenly smelled a scent coming from the zombie in front of him. It seemed that the roses in full bloom had been rolled a few times in the ashes of the censer, and the smell was neither fish nor fowl.

"Mr. Rong, I can't take this gift." Liu Jun pushed the gift box in front of the greasy-headed zombie, refusing the gift.

The zombie called Mr. Rong obviously expected Liu Jun's excuse, and a deep roar rolled in his throat, which made Liu Jun frown.

"It's not a question of whether you like it or not. There are no places left today. Mr. Rong can come back tomorrow." Liu Jun was interrupted by a growl before Liu Jun finished speaking.

It opened its pink coat, and there were all kinds of bottles and cans hanging on both sides of the pockets. Liu Jun saw something he had been looking for for a long time.

Liu Jun's attitude softened, it seemed that he had to work overtime today.

"What does Mr. Rong need this time?"

The oil-headed zombie was overjoyed, pointed to his mouth, and cried to Liu Jun.

The more Liu Jun listened to it, the more pitiful he felt. This was Rongjing's No. 18 blind date. This time, the female corpse of the blind date liked men with smiling lips. Rongjing pointed at the drooping corner of his mouth and shook his head pitifully.

"Mr. Rong, are you sure that the woman rejected you because of your appearance?" Liu Jun accidentally glanced at Rongjing's green leather shoes, and was unwilling to pierce them for a while.

He has undergone plastic surgery for Rongjing many times. Every time Rongjing went on a blind date with confidence, he came to the clinic a few days later dejected and asked Liu Jun to have another operation.

Rongjing looked up suspiciously, with the words on his face: Otherwise?

Liu Jun didn't ask any further, but pointed to something in Rongjing's arms, and directly quoted the price: "Here, I want four bottles."

Following Liu Jun's fingers, Rong Jing saw the transparent bottle of disinfectant alcohol in his coat, and the corners of his drooping mouth slightly raised, as if he had expected that Liu Jun would choose this, and the moment he looked up, he changed into a bitter face, feeling aggrieved Said it only had two bottles.

"Mr. Rong, two bottles are only half the price, plus there is no quota for today." Liu Jun frowned slightly, and negotiated with Rongjing: "Mr. Rong is a regular customer, so I gave you a discount. If not, please go to another clinic in the suburbs..."

Rongjing reluctantly took out four bottles of disinfectant alcohol from his coat, placed them on the table, and growled a few times.

Liu Jun stood up contentedly, and said to Rongjing, "Please follow me."