I Opened a Clinic in the Apocalypse

⟣Chapter 18

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: I OPENED A CLINIC IN THE APOCALYPSE

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Wen Qingling stretched his body. It seemed that the four blood anemones that were lost should be in this person’s hands.

No one knows better than Wen Qingling how dangerous blood anemones are. Until now, he still had doubts about the origin of the blood anemone. If the blood anemone really ate the blood he left on the ground, then his blood should also be very dangerous.

If this is the case, why are his parents still fine after directly drinking his blood? Is it because they are his own parents?

Wen Qingling felt that it was better to protect himself and not bleed casually, lest it become dangerous.

He slowly walked out, and Xiao Hen followed behind.

Since parents can resist the temptation of fresh flesh and blood of living people, others should be able to do the same.

Xiao Hen: “Are you really not considering returning to human society?”

Wen Qingling casually pointed out, “Is my place not considered a human society?”

Xiao Hen looked at them bustling about and said, “It’s like a paradise here.”

Wen Qingling is very confident in his own mental strength and even more confident in the orders he gives. He believes that no one will make mistakes.

He took Xiao Hen around the base, “Aren’t you curious why we can’t all make expressions?”

Xiao Hen: “Indeed, I’m very curious.”

Wen Qingling walked to a flowerbed and waved to Xiao Hen, “Come here.”

Xiao Hen walked over and saw something he had never seen growing in the ground. It didn’t look like a plant; the soil was dark red, and there was a strong smell of blood.

Xiao Hen: “What is this?”

Wen Qingling: “We call it blood anemone, because it needs blood water to grow. They are very, very delicious, but they are poisonous. They should cause facial neurotoxins or something. After eating them, you will look like us.”

Wen Qingling was talking nonsense.

So don’t be curious, and don’t eat it, or you might turn into a zombie or something terrible.

This is simply the best reason to explain facial paralysis.

Xiao Hen: “Then why are you still planting so many?”

Wen Qingling: “It’s delicious. Losing your expression shouldn’t be a big problem compared with delicious food that can fill your stomach. Besides, we’ve already lost our facial expression before we found out and can no longer recover. Why not just keep eating it then?“

Xiao Hen was noncommittal. Everyone has their own choices. He declined to comment.

Xiao Hen looked up at the solid wooden city wall and said, “You built this?”

Wen Qingling spread his hands, “My city.”

Xiao Hen tried to persuade him whenever he got the chance: “This is why you don’t want to leave South City? You can go outside to build a base, accommodate more survivors, and be the city owner of more people.“

Wen Qingling glared at him, “If you don’t always think about persuading me, I might give you a delicious lunch.”

Xiao Hen was helpless, “Then my delicious lunch is gone?”

Wen Qingling: “From now on, don’t let me hear similar words again, otherwise there will be no lunch, only zombies.”

Xiao Hen tactfully said: “I wonder if my teammates and I can use this place?“