I made a fortune from plastic surgery

Seeing Liu Jun's gaze focused on the newspaper, the man in bandage immediately changed the subject: "Yesterday, the fire was so bright and black smoke billowed, I didn't expect that there would be a fire in such a wealthy place..."

Liu Jun raised his eyes: "Do you think it's a natural disaster?"

The man in the bandage was obviously taken aback, otherwise?

Could someone be stupid enough to provoke the dignitaries there? I heard that the operators there are inextricably linked with the fortress managers, and they only auction some rare materials on weekdays.

From time to time, he saw some auction items in the newspaper. The small ones were some shiny jewels, and the big ones were some well-preserved famous paintings. In short, they were things that only the rich and powerful could afford.

When the bandaged man was confused, Liu Jun casually took a clean towel and slowly wiped the blood on his hands.

The environment here cannot be compared with the nest. Looking around, there are not many usable things. He is restraining his cleanliness, comforting himself that these are only temporary.

Liu Jun has also seen the environment in the slums. The black clinic he is currently in is not in a good situation in the fortress. If the patients do not need a clean treatment environment and medical supplies, there may not even be towels here.

"You say yes." Liu Jun didn't have the heart to tell an outsider what happened last night, Shisi's death has already become a small lump in Liu Jun's heart.

But after Liu Jun and Xie Yubei left, someone obviously did finishing work, used fire to cover up the real massacre, and even moved the corpse out, otherwise the word "missing" would not have been used.

Whether it was to appease the people or to cover up a deeper conspiracy, Liu Jun didn't know, but the name of the newspaper on the newspaper was the name of a newspaper that Liu Jun had never seen before: Shuta Newspaper.

The author of the article is a man named Jian Li, and there is a photo of Jian Li next to him. The two flesh-colored scars are more terrifying than the fire. He has seen this man in Tian Weiwei's bar, the man with the salty taste of the sea, Didn't realize he was a reporter.

"Reporter Jane is also a pity, too honest."

According to the bandaged man, Jian Li is a person who can't be devious. He was originally the ace reporter of Mingguang Daily, but he was kicked out of the newspaper after some unknown events. He also had two scars on his face that were about to be cut from the corner of his mouth to behind his ears. scar.

"I heard that I wrote some things that shouldn't be written, and now I can only write articles in these low-end newspapers."

Amidst the bandage man's regret, Liu Jun asked, "Do you have the Ming Guang Daily newspaper?"

Bandage man: "No, you don't want to read newspapers that whitewash the peace."

"Buy me a copy, and ask Dr. Zhou for the money." Liu Jun was used to giving orders, and he tried his best not to look so indifferent.

To find out the situation in a place, the newspaper is the most direct way, but if, as the man in the bandage said, the Mingguang Newspaper's report is a whitewashing report, then most of the information on it will become invalid.

The bandaged man didn't care about Liu Jun's tone and the matter of money or not, he agreed: "Tomorrow, I will bring you a copy when I come to change the dressing tomorrow?"

"it is good."

During the lunch break, Zhou Qinghe was gnawing bread and drinking water to peep at Liu Jun who was shredding bread by hand. How could this zombie eat like a kitten?

Tear a small piece and throw it in his mouth, and then tear a small piece and throw it in his mouth. The eating speed is not slow, and he has already eaten three pieces of bread.

Although he was wearing sunglasses, this did not affect Liu Jun's look at Zhou Qinghe, and he asked, "What's the matter?"

Zhou Qinghe choked on the bread in his mouth, like a ball of cotton stuck in his throat, he immediately took a sip of water: "Ahem, I saw you changing Zhou Xiaotian's bandage today, did you study medicine before your death? "

Zhou Qinghe had already conjectured that the potion that Xie Yubei brought was probably also developed by this zombie named Liu Jun. Liu Jun's bandaging movements were neat and clean, and it looked like he had done it countless times.

before death?

Hearing this word, Liu Jun frowned and lowered his brows lightly. He reached out and picked up another piece of tasteless bread from the table, and tore it slowly. It turned out that the bandaged man who had been on the battlefield was called Zhou Xiaotian.

"Learn."

Not only has he learned it, Liu Jun has not only done an excellent job in plastic surgery, but the books in his library are not just decorations. Liu Jun remembered the 3.0 version of the book on plastic surgery that Xie Yubei had found for him, perhaps very early. Xie Yubei planned to enter his life.

Zhou Qinghe thought that zombies could speak and be intelligent enough to shock people. He didn’t expect Liu Jun to really understand medical books. He deliberately put on an old-fashioned manner and asked Liu Jun several professional questions, ranging from internal medicine to surgery and even to dermatology.

Liu Jun answered while tearing the bread, and reached out to get a new one after answering the question. The satiety of the bread was so bad that he didn't feel anything after eating four.

After listening to Liu Jun's answer, Zhou Qinghe's attitude suddenly changed. He asked a difficult question that has troubled him for a long time: "Is there something in the medicine you developed? It can kill so many zombie cells in an instant. ?”

Zhou Qinghe couldn't imagine that Liu Jun could endure the severe pain caused by that kind of medicine, which is equivalent to clearing the virus in the cells in a short period of time, and then tearing the cells. No one... can survive such strong side effects , looked at Liu Jun inevitably with admiration.

"Nothing special, I'll make a list for you." Liu Jun finished eating the fifth bread, wiped his hands, and wrote down a series of names of Chinese medicines on the white paper.

After Zhou Qinghe got it, his Adam's apple twitched slightly, and he looked at Liu Jun even more amazingly: "This...you have all these medicines? You put them all in? Are you dying?"

Although they are all some rare medicinal materials, their medicinal properties are very different. They are cold or hot, and they are all strong medicines. Although the medicinal effects are strong enough when mixed together, they also put their lives in the hands of luck.

Just like what Zhou Qinghe said to Xie Yubei, no one can survive this kind of medicine, maybe Liu Jun's physical fitness is strong enough, or maybe Liu Jun has to survive...

"You never thought about changing their proportions?" Zhou Qinghe leaned back on the chair, his eyes flashed with distress, it was hard to imagine that one day he would feel sorry for a zombie.

"Tried it, but failed." Liu Jun stood up from his seat indifferently, and glanced at the cardboard box in the distance. There was not much bread in it. "This is the most effective and fastest ratio. I will go to work on it." gone."

Zhou Qinghe watched Liu Jun's leaving back, squeezed the paper in his hand, and added in a low voice: "It's also the most painful ratio."

At the beginning, Liu Jun walked among the patients wearing sunglasses. These people who were squeezed by the fortress always looked at Liu Jun with probing and defensive eyes, but Liu Jun never spoke, just quickly healed their wounds or did something. Operation.

Gradually, Liu Jun got a title: Doctor Sunglasses.

There are also patients who accidentally glimpsed Liu Jun's red eyes behind the sunglasses, and were dismissed by Zhou Qinghe's red eye disease, and even frightened by Zhou Qinghe's remarks that "talking about people's diseases, rotten mouth".

"Really? That sentence." The patient's appearance of believing in Zhou Qinghe's words made Liu Jun curious, why hadn't he seen such remarks in the book.

Zhou Qinghe scratched his gray hair and smiled embarrassedly: "Fake, fake, some patients used to like to say that Zhou Xiaotian had a broken arm and leg, so I gave him some medicine, which made his mouth broken for a week."

"Don't imitate me, this is not a good thing to learn." Zhou Qinghe laughed with a guilty conscience, while Liu Jun felt warm in his heart. This is the second human being protecting him besides Xie Yubei.

"Understood, don't learn." Liu Jun suppressed the warmth in his heart, then he saw the patient, turned his head and asked Zhou Qinghe, "How many days is enough bread?"

It was a pity and strange for Zhou Qinghe to think of the bread that went into Liu Jun's stomach. It was strange for Liu Jun to eat human food, but what was even more strange was that Liu Jun said that those zombies didn't like to eat human flesh either, it was more of an instinct. , is an unstoppable desire and desire, not how delicious human beings are.

Just like Liu Jun said: "How delicious do you think people and meat are?"

Zhou Qinghe estimated Liu Jun's appetite, and tentatively said, "About three days."

Hearing this, Liu Jun took out a stack of white cards from his white-washed coat and asked Zhou Qinghe, "How much can I buy?"

"Don't be so surprised, is that enough? Not enough. I'll see more patients."

Zhou Qinghe, who had practiced medicine for decades, blushed. His income was actually not as much as that of a zombie who looked in his early twenties: "..."

When Zhou Xiaotian came with a cane, Liu Jun was sewing the cracked back of the hand of a skinny man. The man's skin was blue, his greasy hair was limp against his scalp, and his cheekbones were slightly protruding. A listless and submissive look.

There was also an unmistakable scent on his body, like the scent of freshly cut pine wood, Zhou Xiaotian's body froze, this smell was too familiar to him.

When Zhou Xiaotian was still training the team, many people around him used this disgusting thing.

"Doctor, you shouldn't have seen him."

Hearing Zhou Xiaotian's words, the man bared his yellow teeth of different lengths and yelled, "Rolling, deserter with a broken leg, I didn't see Doctor Sunglasses busy."

The word "deserter" hurt Zhou Xiaotian's heart. What a deserter, it was obvious that the army had abandoned him. If it wasn't for the woman who resembled Liu Jun, he would have died in the artillery fire.

"Don't move." Liu Jun pressed the skinny man's hand, just now he moved, causing Liu Jun's stitches to turn to the right, and his hands kept moving, Liu Jun said again: "Also, talk about people Disease rots the mouth, you know?"

The thin man calmed down, and gave Zhou Xiaotian a vicious look in his eyes, and then his eyes collapsed, as if the light had just flashed back.

After seeing off the skinny man, Zhou Xiaotian handed the newspaper to Liu Jun who was wiping his hands, and said softly, "Thank you doctor for helping me out."

After returning from the battlefield, what Zhou Xiaotian received was not respect. Every time he went to the fortress to receive relief subsidies, he received more indifference and ridicule. Their eyes seemed to say, why didn't you die on the battlefield.

Liu Jun nodded to Zhou Xiaotian, took the newspaper, frowned and raised it again.

As Zhou Xiaotian said, this newspaper is obviously different from Jian Li's, it is full of news about so-called auctions, charity gala and so-and-so and so-and-so married.

Even Liu Jun saw two familiar faces in today's newspaper: Su Yewan and Pan Ye.

"Tonight Su Meimei and Pan Handsome will jointly perform the Sleeping Beauty show in the fortress, so stay tuned"

Liu Jun raised his eyes, a red light flashed in his eyes, that woman Su Yewan was also part of the goods auction, otherwise Liu Jun would not have been transferred and imprisoned in that dark warehouse.

If you have a grudge, you must avenge it. Liu Jun squinted his eyes, and he thought of a good plan.

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Corrected the typo~