I Opened a Clinic in the Apocalypse

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His mom put this away for later.
“Where’s that ingrate?”

Wen QingLing, “Escaped.
There were too many zombies in South City, she wasn’t able to break through the perimeter.”

Jiang Lan, “So useless.
Sure enough, we should have gone to their base.
Son, let’s go, mom will avenge you!”

Wen QingLing, “If you could say that again without drooling, I might believe you somewhat.”

Jiang Lan wiped at her mouth.
“Your old mother wants to bite that ingrate to death!”

Wen QingLing, “Mom, a good socialist zombie.”

Wen Zheng, “Answer the calling, answer the calling.”

Jiang Lan shot a glare towards her husband and son before angrily flipping over a row of chairs.
“Fine fine, you might as well starve me to death!”

Wen QingLing, “Mom, we are civilized zombies with self-awareness, we can’t learn from those wild zombies and also bite people.”

“Don’t brainwash your mother!” Jiang Lan placed her hands on her hips as she directed, “You still aren’t working? Have you seen what our clinic has become? A bunch of robbers, breaking and entering! How disrespectful!”

Three zombies slaved away as they cleaned up their clinic.
After returning the clinic to its original appearance, they went to loot other people.

Their apartment was on the twelfth floor, it was extremely inconvenient to walk up and down, so the three zombies decided to find another house.
After moving everything and settling down, the family of three began scavenging South City for medical supplies again.
After all, could a clinic without any medical supplies and medicine still be called a clinic?

Running their clinic has basically become his parents’ obsession, even after they’ve become zombies, they still couldn’t leave it.

Wen QingLing could only follow silently, he didn’t dare to speak.

His mom and dad merrily gathered medicine.
Wherever they went, zombies would all immediately disperse, no matter how many there were.

Jiang Lan, “Do you see this? Even zombies understand that it’s polite to let others through, they also don’t hurt their own kind.
Humans should learn from them.”

Wen QingLing, “That’s because you haven’t seen any zombies that hurt their own kind…”

“I’m not listening, I’m not listening, I’m not listening! I’m currently reconstructing my zombie three views, don’t disrupt my rhythm!”

Wen QingLing, “My dear mother, leave some for others, okay? Other people finally found a pharmacy after working themselves to death, but there’s not even a band-aid left, that’s too cruel, we can’t do that.”

“That’s perfect, our clinic’s business will explode.” Jiang Lan wasn’t finished with clearing out the medical shelves, she even set her sights on the pharmacy’s drug storage.

Wen QingLing followed closely behind her as he advised, “Our clinic is situated in the zombie infested South City, what business could we possibly have?”

Jiang Lan, “Then we’ll treat zombies.
Your father is a surgeon, it shouldn’t be too big of a problem for him to give zombies plastic surgery or graft some skin.
Even as zombies, they can’t lose their pursuit of a happy life.”

Wen Zheng, who was currently being used as a porter, “This… I might not be able to do it.”

Jiang Lan, “Don’t worry, as long as you don’t damage their brainstem, who cares how you torment them.
Zombies can’t die, this is a perfect opportunity to practice your plastic surgery technique.”

Jiang Lan opened the door to the medical storage with a loud bang and then she froze.

Wen QingLing suddenly looked towards the storeroom, he caught the scent of fresh meat, delicious and fragrant, the unbearable hunger returned.
He was strenuously resisting, but Jiang Lan and Wen Zheng roared at the same time and lunged forward, a row of heavy metal frames was easily knocked aside, Wen QingLing subconsciously used his psychic ability to control his parents.

The last row hid three people, two men and one woman.
In their hands they all held weapons, they were probably survivors from nearby who had come to find medicine but were forced to hide here by zombies.

Wen QingLing didn’t need to look with his eyes to know this.

He carried several boxes of medical items and drugs and left.
His parents who had lost their self awareness followed behind him as they returned to their clinic.

It was only until the commotion by the door vanished, that the three people who had hid peaked their heads out to survey their surroundings.
There was nothing by the door and they carefully went there, all the zombies in the pharmacy were gone.

They looked at the fallen heavy frames and fell into silence.

“They should be survivors, right? I heard sounds of conversation.”

“I think they were a family of three and they have a clinic in South City.”

“The dad is a surgeon and wants to conduct plastic surgery or skin grafting on zombies?”

The three people looked at each other before finally coming to a conclusion: It was another lunatic medical scientist who wanted to develop a vaccine.