I Opened a Clinic in the Apocalypse - Chapter 4

[Chapter 4]

Wen Qingling opened his eyes.

He seemed to be asleep, his consciousness wandered in the streets and alleys of Nancheng, and he saw what happened in Nancheng.

Luo Fengjue was injured.

Xu Shengfei used the same trick to plot against him, and also plotted against Luo Fengjue.

After Xu Shengfei plotted against him, he immediately pushed him into the zombie group, and everyone else fled. No one saw Xu Shengfei’s shot, and no one reminded Luo Fengjue to be careful with sneak attacks.

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

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

Looking at the medicine rack that had been swept away without even a cotton swab left, Wen Qingling wanted to say a 10,000-word proverb.

The battle was not small, causing the entire Nancheng zombies to be in a 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 try if he could really control zombies.

The mental power spread, and he gave an order to the zombie group besieging Luo Fengjue: don’t hurt him.

The hungry zombies were very unwilling, but they couldn’t disobey this order, so they could only keep roaring at Luo Fengjue.

Luo Fengjue’s car was overturned by a group of zombies, and the wooden thorns were inserted under the ribs, and the pain was so painful that he doubted his life. He reluctantly pulled out the wooden thorns.

After the bullets were fired, if he wanted to escape, he could only be alienated, but he was reluctant to wear these equipments.

The zombie that was madly biting, suddenly retreated 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 breathing heavily, and the coat that was pressed against the wound was soaked with blood.

A zombie wearing a white coat walked 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, preventing the zombies in white coats from suddenly rushing over.

The zombie in the white coat was a few steps away from Luo Fengjue, threw a bag at him, and returned to the zombie group.

Luo Feng felt a little stunned, picked up the cloth bag and glanced at it, which contained gauze, bandages, pads, etc.

Luo Fengjue: “???”

Luo Fengjue felt magical and was cornered by the zombies, but some zombies sent him warmth. Could this be his dead father?

Without time to delay, he took 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 would be a day when he would sew a needle for himself. After the end of the world, everything would be fine, running a few streets with a wooden thorn in it, and a needle would be a brush?

!

It’s just… so fucking painful!

The group of zombies surrounding him has not dispersed, and when he stands up again, he will automatically separate a path and let him leave.

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

He is stupid, who would dare to believe that a zombie would throw 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 looked for Lu Tianjin’s group again, only to see the exhaust gas they left behind.

Wen Qingling pondered, did he become a “leader”?

Every time zombies gather and want to engage in large-scale activities, they have evolved “leaders”. They can control the zombie group and control the number of them, depending on how highly evolved 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 of sand.

Wen Qingling felt that the Tianling Gai was cold, and she might have accidentally become the number one hunting target of humans.

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

Seeing the looted clinic, my father almost recovered from facial paralysis and went berserk.

My mother figured it out, “What about the white-eyed wolf?”

Wen Qingling: “Escaped, there are too many zombies in Nancheng, and she can’t break through the defense line.”

Jiang Lan: “It’s a waste. Sure enough, you should go to their base, smash, go. , Mom, take revenge for you!”

Wen Qingling: “If you don’t drool when you say this, I might believe it a little bit.”

Jiang Lan wiped her mouth, “I’m just going to bite her to death as a white-eyed wolf!”

Wen Qingling: “Mom, socialism is good for zombies.”

Wen Zheng: “Respond to the call and respond to the call.”

Jiang Lan gave the father and son a blank look, and angrily set up a row of chairs, “Xing Xing, let the old lady starve to death!”

Wen Qingling: ” Mom, we are civilized zombies with knowledge and consciousness, we can’t learn to bite people from wild zombies.”

“Don’t think about brainwashing the old lady!” Jiang Lan commanded with akimbo, “Don’t work yet? Let’s see what the clinic has become? A group of robbers , breaking in without permission, immoral!” The

three zombies worked hard to clean 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 the house. The three decided to find a villa nearby to live in. After everything was settled, the family of three began to search for medicines in Nancheng. What kind of clinic is a clinic without medicine?

Running the clinic has simply become the obsession of my parents. Even if it 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 collect medicines. Wherever they go, no matter how many zombies there are, they will immediately disperse.

Jiang Lan: “Have you seen it? Even zombies know how to be polite and humble, and they don’t hurt their own kind. Humans should learn it.”

Wen Qingling: “You haven’t seen a zombie 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’s head flew up, took the basket, and took all the remaining medicines in the pharmacy.

Wen Qingling: “My dear mother, leave a note for others. They worked so hard to find a pharmacy, but they didn’t even have a Band-Aid. It’s too cruel, we can’t do this.”

“That’s right, our clinic’s business needs It’s burst.” Jiang Lan’s clearing the medicine rack was not enough, and he hit the idea of the medicine store again.

Wen Qingling followed behind and persuaded, “Our clinic is open in Nancheng, which is full of zombies. What kind of business can we have?”

Jiang Lan: “Then treat the zombies, your father’s surgeon should give the zombies the whole body and skin. It’s not a big problem, you can’t lose your pursuit of a better life when you’re a zombie

.” Wen Zheng, a porter, said, “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 it as you please. Zombies won’t die, just practice cosmetic surgery techniques.”

Jiang Lan opened the door of the medicine store with a “clatter”, and then stopped.

Wen Qingling suddenly looked at the warehouse, he smelled the smell of fresh flesh and blood, delicious and sweet, and 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 of The heavy metal frame was easily knocked over. Wen Qingling subconsciously used her mental power to control her parents who were out of control.

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

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

He took a few boxes of medicines and turned to leave, followed by his self-conscious parents, all the way back to the clinic.

Until the movement at the door disappeared, the three people hiding inside dared to stick their heads out to check. There was nothing at the door. They came to the door carefully, and the zombies in the pharmacy were gone.

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

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

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

“Dad is a surgeon, and wants to perform plastic surgery and skin grafting on zombies?” The

three looked at each other and finally came to a conclusion. Conclusion: Another medical lunatic who is persistent in researching vaccines.