I Opened a Clinic In the Last Days

Wen Qingling opened his eyes.

He seemed to be asleep, his consciousness drifted through the streets of Nancheng, and he saw a scene in Nancheng.

Luo Fengjue was injured.

Xu Shengfei also conspired against Luo Fengjue by conspiring against him.

After Xu Shengfei secretly calculated on him, he immediately pushed him into the zombie group, and everyone else fled. No one saw Xu Shengfei take action, and no one reminded Luo Fengjue to take care of the sneak attack.

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

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

Seeing the medicine rack that was wiped out and there was no cotton swab left, Wen Qingling wanted to say a million-word proverb.

The fighting movement was not small, which caused the entire Nancheng zombies 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 thoughts together, he suddenly wanted to try if he could really control the zombies.

Spiritual power spread, and the group of zombies besieging Luo Fengjue gave an order: don't hurt him.

The hungry zombies were very unwilling, but unable to defy this order, they could only roar at Luo Fengjue non-stop.

Luo Fengjue's car was overturned by the group of zombies, and the wooden thorn was inserted under his ribs, and it hurt to doubt his life when he moved. He reluctantly pulled out the wooden thorn, blood flowed like a flood, and the stimulating group of zombies kept roaring.

After the bullet was shot, he had to alienate his body if he wanted to escape, but he was reluctant to carry the equipment.

The zombies that had been biting frantically, suddenly backed away for some reason, no longer approached him, but kept yelling at him.

He crawled 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 in a white coat came out with a broken leg, his face was bloody, his mouth and nose were rotten into holes, and he limped close to Luo Fengjue.

Luo Fengjue clenched the dagger in front of him, guarding against the zombies in white coats suddenly jumping over.

The zombies in the white coats were a few steps away from Luo Fengjue, threw a bag of things at him, and returned to the group of zombies.

Luo Fengjue was a little confused, picked up the cloth bag and glanced at it, which contained gauze, bandages, padding and other things.

Luo Fengjue: "???"

Luo Fengjue felt magical and was driven into a desperate situation by the group of zombies, but there were zombies who gave him warmth. Is this his dead father?

Without time delay, he pulled out a bottle of disinfectant and sutures from his bag.

If it was before the end of the world, he would definitely not believe that there was a day when he would stitch himself. After the end of the world, everything would be fine. Running a few streets with a wooden thorn, the stitch is a brush? !

Just... it hurts so fucking!

The group of zombies surrounding him has not dispersed, and when he stands up again, it will automatically separate a path 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 stupid. Who can believe that a zombie throws a medical kit at him?

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

After sending Luo Fengjue away, Wen Qingling went to Lu Tianjin and the group again, only to see the tail gas left by them.

Wen Qingling is meditating, has he become a "leader"?

Every time the zombies gather to engage in large-scale events, they have evolved "leaders". They can control the zombies group and the number, depending on how high the evolution of 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 heads and become a mess of sand.

Wen Qingling felt that the sky was chilly, and he might have accidentally become the number one hunter of mankind.

Wen Qingling turned around and saw his parents standing in front of the clinic.

My father looked at the ransacked clinic, almost healed his facial paralysis and went wild.

My mother thought about it, "What about the white-eyed wolf?"

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

Jiang Lan: "It's really useless. Sure enough, you should go to their base, smash your child, go, Mom will take revenge for you!"

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

Jiang Lan wiped her mouth, "My old lady is going to kill her white-eyed wolf!"

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

Wen Zheng: "Respond to the call."

Jiang Lan gave the father and son a glance, angrily raised a row of chairs, "Okay, let me starve to death!"

Wen Qingling: "Mom, we are knowledgeable and conscious civilized zombies. We can't learn how to bite by wild zombies."

"Don't think about brainwashing my old lady!" Jiang Lan commanded with his arms akimbo, "Don't work yet? See what the clinic looks like? A group of robbers broke in without permission and is wicked!"

The three zombies were exhausted and cleaned the clinic and restored it to its original state. Then they went to robber others.

It was too inconvenient to go up and down on the 12th floor of my family. The three decided to find a villa nearby. When everything was settled, the family of three began to collect medicine from Nancheng again. What is a clinic without medicine?

Running the clinic has become an obsession of parents, even if they become zombies, they still refuse to let the clinic go.

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

My parents are very happy to collect medicines, and no matter how many zombies they visit, they will immediately disperse.

Jiang Lan: "I see it, even zombies know how to be polite and modest, and don't hurt the same kind. Humans should learn."

Wen Qingling: "You haven't seen any zombies hurting 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 his head, holding the basket, and took away all the medicines left in the pharmacy.

Wen Qingling: "My dear mother, leave a note for others to do. They worked so hard to find a pharmacy, but they didn't even have band-aids. It was too cruel. We can't do this."

"That's just right, the business of our clinic is about to explode." Jiang Lanqing didn't count the medicine shelf, and then hit the other person's medicine store.

Wen Qingling followed and persuaded, "Our clinic is in Nancheng full of zombies. What business can we have?"

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

When the porter's news: "This, I may not be able to do it."

Jiang Lan: "It's okay, as long as you don't damage the brainstem of the zombies, you can toss as you like, the zombies will not die, just practice plastic surgery skills."

Jiang Lan opened the door of the drug storehouse with a "crash", and then paused.

Wen Qingling looked at the warehouse abruptly. He smelled fresh flesh and blood. It was delicious and sweet, and his unbearable hunger was coming back again. He resisted bitterly. Jiang Lan and Wen Zheng roared at the same time, and rushed forward. The heavy metal frame was easily knocked over, and Wen Qingling subconsciously used his mental power to control the out-of-control parents.

There were three people hiding in the last row, two men and one woman. They all had weapons in their hands. They should be survivors nearby, who came to find medicine and were forced into this place by zombies.

Wen Qingling can know this without having to look at it.

He took a few boxes of medicines, turned and left, followed by his unconscious parents and went 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, 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 lying on the ground, and they were all a little silent.

"Should be the survivors? I heard their voices."

"It seems to be a family of three, opening a clinic in Nancheng."

"Dad is a surgeon. He wants to have plastic surgery and skin grafts on zombies?"

The three looked at each other, and finally came to the conclusion that they are another medical lunatic who is persistent in researching out vaccines.