I Opened a Clinic In the Last Days

In the research institute of Civilization City, all research projects were put on hold, and everyone tried their best to treat Xiao Hen.

Wen Qingling did not leave. Whether he wanted blood or a blood sunflower, he could immediately give it out. He believed that his blood would not ruin Xiao Hen, and also believed that he personally found these researchers.

Since words don’t make sense, he can’t beat him up, let alone watch him die, Wen Qingling can only think of this way to make him stronger, so that he is not tied, so that he will not be stupid enough to sacrifice himself for a city. .

Wen Qingling had a foreboding that if Xiao Hen continued to stay in the central giant city, he would die.

The kind that can't be resurrected.

He would never allow such a thing to happen, Xiao Hen's everything was his, others had no right to decide, even he himself had no right!

A research assistant ran out and reported the situation, "The situation of the commander-in-chief is very bad. Old Zhu, Tong, Shen and Min think that this is delaying time. Your blood has begun to mutate, and your energy is very strong. Control, currently only use blood sunflower to repair as much as possible, can't stop, there is a risk of body explosion immediately after stopping."

The research assistant stared at Lord City Lord eagerly. You said that you can control the direction of the mutation of your blood, but you are about to control one, you are about to die!

Wen Qingling squeezed the hand hanging beside him. He didn't admit that he might play off, "How long can it be delayed?"

Research assistant: "It's hard to say, we must delay as much as possible."

Wen Qingling turned and left, "Give me three days."

Research Assistant: "..."

No, don't leave! How to control the direction of blood mutation?

Wen Qingling frowned. He had a hunch that he could control the blood, but he just tried it and it didn’t seem to work. He didn’t believe that his hunch would go wrong. Since he has this ability, he has never missed it. Since he can’t control it. , It may only be that he is not strong enough to achieve the effect in the premonition.

Wen Qingling moved the energy crystals in several large boxes back to the City Lord’s Mansion, buried himself in the energy pile, opened his belly to eat Hesai, and tried to strengthen himself in the shortest time, so that he could control his blood and let Xiao Hen survive. .

During the three days of waiting, Xiao Hen experienced countless body repairs, body decay, and endless cycles. Whenever the decay reached a certain level and his body was about to explode, the researcher would repair him with a blood sunflower, and the repair was completed. Continue to decay, and then continue to repair...

If it weren't for the blood of zombies and not sensitive enough to pain, Xiao Hen wouldn't last for three days at all.

Wen Qingling did what he said, and drained the energy of his incarnation. On the third day, with the city lord mansion as the center, the gentle energy spread to the surroundings, core city, inner city, middle city, outer city, and outer city. In addition, the three county affiliated bases...

The gentle energy keeps spreading outward, knowing where it ends.

Wherever the energy passes, everything recovers.

The seeds that have just been planted in the farmland have grown and matured quickly, and they are golden when you see them.

All zombies, humans, mutant beasts and corpse beasts with physical injuries have all recovered as before. The chaotic brains of zombies have a trace of clarity. They realize that they are zombies, and they don’t want to continue to live so muddled. They want to live decently. To have consciousness, they want... a champion.

Although the breath of this king is very weak.

A zombie roar came from the city lord's mansion, and all the zombies surrendered.

The torrent of zombies flocking to Yunjing City caused serious riots. The zombies circled around, hesitated, and looked around at a loss. The attraction of the north suddenly disappeared. The zombies smelled the breath of pure real king, although it is very weak, but Still a clear signal to the torrent of zombies——

The true king appeared, just in the south.

The torrent of zombies attracted by the overlord's aura began to head south.

The torrent of zombies attracted by the northern ruler continued northward.

The torrent of zombies split into two waves, heading in two opposite directions.

Looking down from a high altitude, the scene is very spectacular, densely packed zombies gathered towards two cities, one south and one north, forming two huge and hollow black "eyes" on the land of China.

In the research room, all the busy researchers and research assistants were attracted by the sudden appearance of aura, surrendering to the king is an instinct carved into the genes of every zombie.

The **** people on the research bed do not need the repair of blood sunflowers and recover themselves to adults.

The blood bag in the research assistant's hand snapped to the ground, "Is the king here? Why do I feel that the king's breath is so close to me?"

The colleague nearby nodded sharply, "I feel it too."

Old Zhu thought deeply, "No, this breath is a bit different, and it's completely different from the previous feeling..."

Elder Zhu suddenly stopped and turned around to look at the research bed.

The blood on the bed was gone. A man was sitting on the research bed, wiping the blood on himself without any haste. His brows and eyes were cold and his expression did not contain any emotions, coldly like a real zombie without emotions and desires.

Old Zhu's eyes widened and his lips trembled, "Ya Wang..."

Even Mr. Zhu himself didn't know how this word appeared in his mind.

He could clearly distinguish that the current breath was fundamentally different from the previous breath. The previous breath of the king was very pure, and that was the true king born by nature.

The one in front of him also has the breath of a king, but compared to the purity of the true king, there is something else in his breath...

Old Zhu can't tell, maybe this is the difference between innate and man-made?

In short, this difference can be distinguished by all zombies at a glance. This is not the "true king", but the "sub-king."

But it is undeniable that they are all equally scary.

The needle drop in the research room can be heard. Everyone gave instinctively and looked at the indifferent man wearing only a pair of big pants with fear. The man's figure is very attractive, the muscles are well-proportioned and smooth, full of explosive force, and the big pants are stained. Full of blood, the man seemed to be very disgusted, and disappeared into the research room without looking at anyone present.

All researchers and research assistants can breathe normally. They are about to be crushed to death by the breath of "Avenger".

It was terrible, they actually rescued a "Asian King"!

All civilized zombies just want to scream with their faces at the moment!

In the center of Yunjing City, in the middle of the spacious road, a very huge pond appeared.

The pool is naturally formed, and there is a black viscous liquid in it. In the middle of the pool, there is a man sitting with black hair, black eyes and a black windbreaker, pale complexion. He closed his eyes, as if sleeping, the black viscous liquid was like a A little black snake squirmed and plunged into the man's flesh.

On the periphery of the pool, evolutionary bodies came and went in a hurry. Every time they came, they had to throw the energy crystals in their hands into the black pool. The viscous liquid quickly melted the energy crystals, and then transmitted the melted energy to the man in the center of the pool.

On the edge of the pool, there was a big dark guy sitting. It was Wen Qingling's "general" who was thinking about hitting it. The big guy stared at the man in the middle of the pool without blinking.

Just like the "general", there is a huge and weird giant zombie who is obediently guarding the edge of the pool. The zombie's body is fused with a metal turret. Can.

It has been here, I don't know how long it has been.

It was the "turret" that disappeared after leaving home from the mausoleum. It also stood on the edge of the pool very obediently, waiting for its king to come out of the pool.

Different from the "general" and the "turret", it is a little doll that is only seven or eight months old. The little doll sits on the edge of the pool with a head and tentacles. With only one arm, he struggles to grab the fish in the pool. Viscous liquid, it wants to taste what the viscous liquid is like, it can feel the strong energy fluctuations in the pool, it wants to eat, it is too hungry.

The pale man who was motionless suddenly opened his eyes, his black pupils looked like an endless abyss.

The originally restrained aura suddenly surged, and he threw up to the sky and let out an angry roar.

All the zombies bow down and surrender.

Wen Qingling stretched out and strolled out of the city lord's mansion.

Outside the city lord’s mansion, all the civilized zombies and new humans were cheering and celebrating the birth of the king.

Each of them smiled brightly, their expressions were no longer rigid, and their feelings were no longer missing. If it were not for genetic restrictions, they would now be a living person.

Of course, anyone who sees them will not doubt the fact that they are human.

The truth is also true, they have become what they want to be.

Wen Qingling perfected each of them and allowed them to grow freely in the direction they wanted.

It may be because once everyone was human, Wen Qingling let go of the restrictions and allowed them to grow and mutate freely, and almost everyone became human.

Everything that humans have can be found in them.

The good and the bad are the essence of human beings.

Wen Qingling looked around, but didn't find the figure. He couldn't help but "tsk", thinking that it shouldn't be that stingy, right? I get angry with this little thing, and I don't want to celebrate the birth of the new king...Of course, he is not the real king yet, but he has the potential to become the real king.

When there is a sufficient energy base, the Throne of the True King will open the door for him.

The kind of through train does not need to break the wall hard, he is the chosen "true king".

And the "sub-king" who evolved with him is now having a temper, and I don't know which horn to hide from, sulking.

Wen Qingling swept away his spiritual power and found the traces of "A King".

Xiao Hen, the new-born "Asian King", was sitting on the edge of the outer city wall, lonely and indifferent from his back. With his fingers lightly stroked in the air, a huge space blade flew out, cutting off a wildly growing weed, fingers With another stroke, another weed dumped.

The new "Asian King" was in a very unhappy mood at the moment. He was acting as a lawn mower, and cursing the weeds that grew up wildly because of Wen Qingling's wood element ability.

The author has something to say: Xiao Hen: The baby feels bitter.

Wen Laoda: Good, you will become sweeter.

Duan Xiaojun offers it, if time is running out, so I will write more when I have time, okay~