I Opened a Clinic in the Apocalypse

⟣Chapter 55

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: I OPENED A CLINIC IN THE APOCALYPSE

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Mo Jing walked slowly toward Wen Qingling and handed him the gathered nuclei. Wen Qingling did not refuse and accepted them.

Teacher Gao said, “Consider these nuclei borrowed from you. I will return them in the future.”

Another infected person, a middle-aged man, dressed ordinarily but had a handsome appearance. His injuries were severe, with multiple bite wounds, and his clothes were stained with blood.

He trembled and said, “I… I don’t have that many nuclei. I only have this much. Can… can you save me with this?”

The middle-aged man held out a dozen or so nuclei in his hand, shaking, and presented them to Wen Qingling.

Everyone held their breath, wanting to see how Wen Qingling would respond. It was like a signal: if Wen Qingling agreed, it would mean there was room for negotiation regarding the treatment fee; if Wen Qingling refused, it would mean he was a person who only recognized nuclei and not people.

From the current situation, Wen Qingling seemed to be someone who only recognized nuclei. He even charged his own teacher a treatment fee. Wasn’t that proof enough?

Wen Qingling stared at him for a while and asked, “What’s your name?”

The middle-aged man hesitated and then said, “Luo Zhi.”

Wen Qingling said, “Do you know Luo Feng?”

The middle-aged man became excited and reached out to grab Wen Qingling, but realized his hands were covered in blood, so he had to withdraw them. “Have… have you seen Luo Feng? Is he still alive?”

Wen Qingling replied, “I’ve seen him. He was alive before, but I don’t know about now.”

The middle-aged man suddenly covered his face and cried in pain. “I… I’ve been looking for him for a long time. I thought… I thought he was dead. I didn’t expect him to be alive. He’s still alive…”

Wen Qingling extended his hand and said, “Give me the nuclei. I allow you to have a credit. Repay me next time.”

Luo Zhi hastily handed over all the nuclei to Wen Qingling. Now that he knew his son was alive, he had to survive. He had to live to see his son. He absolutely couldn’t die.

Wen Qingling took Luo Zhi to the driver’s seat of a large truck and used blood anemone to treat him. By the time Luo Zhi returned, his injuries had completely healed.

This was a favor Wen Qingling extended to acquaintances, treating their wounds without charging an additional fee.

Everyone witnessed this miracle with their own eyes. It was hard not to believe. The few classmates who doubted Wen Qingling for showing off felt a bit embarrassed. Fang Zi tentatively asked, “In Lingcheng, do you really have a base?”

Wen Qingling glanced at him but didn’t answer.

Was it interesting to keep repeating the same question?

Feng Tongtong proudly put her hands on her hips. “Of course, we have a base. Our base is huge, much better than yours.”

Everyone: “…”

Were these words spoken by a child the truth?

Fang Zi forced a smile and said, “How many people are in your base?”

Feng Tongtong thought for a moment and said, “A lot, a lot of people.”

Fang Zi: “…”

Ning Ning chimed in, “Several thousand people.”