I Opened a Clinic in the Apocalypse

⟣Chapter 136

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: I OPENED A CLINIC IN THE APOCALYPSE

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TL: Moonlit

The research institute of the Civilized City halted all research projects and focused on saving Xiao Hen. Wen Qingling did not leave. Whether it was blood or blood anemone that was needed, he could provide it immediately. He believed that his blood wouldn’t ruin Xiao Hen, and he trusted the research personnel he had personally brought back.

Since words couldn’t convince them, and he couldn’t resort to violence or watch Xiao Hen die, Wen Qingling could only think of this method: to make him stronger, to free him from any constraints, so he wouldn’t foolishly sacrifice himself for a city.

Wen Qingling had a premonition that if Xiao Hen continued to stay in the Central Giant City, he would die. The kind of death that couldn’t be resurrected.

He would never allow such a thing to happen. Xiao Hen belonged entirely to him. No one else had the right to decide, not even himself!

An assistant researcher ran out to report, “The situation with the Commander is very dire. Doctors Zhu, Tong, Shen, and Min all believe that this is just buying time. Your blood has started to mutate, and the energy is intense and difficult to control. Currently, we can only use blood anemones to repair as much as possible. We can’t stop; there’s an immediate risk of explosion.”

The assistant researcher looked pleadingly at the Lord of the City, wishing he could control the direction of his own blood mutation. Time was running out, and lives were at stake!

Wen Qingling clenched his hand by his side. He refused to admit that he might have played it wrong. “How much longer can we delay?”

Assistant researcher: “It’s hard to say, but we will definitely try to buy as much time as possible.”

Wen Qingling turned and left. “Give me three days.”

Assistant researcher: “…”

No, don’t go! What about controlling the direction of blood mutation?

Wen Qingling furrowed his brows. He had a premonition that he could control his blood, but when he tried just now, it seemed impossible. He didn’t believe that his premonition could be wrong. Since he couldn’t control it, the only possibility was that he wasn’t strong enough yet to achieve the effects he foresaw.

Wen Qingling moved several large crates of energy crystals back to the Lord’s Mansion. He buried himself in the pile of energy, opened his abdomen, and ate voraciously, striving to become powerful in the shortest time possible. Only then could he control his blood and keep Xiao Hen alive.

During the three days of waiting, Xiao Hen underwent countless cycles of bodily repair and decay. Each time his body reached a certain level of decay, on the verge of explosion, the researchers would use blood anemone to repair him. After the repair was completed, the decay would continue, and the process would repeat…

If Xiao Hen hadn’t already possessed the zombie bloodline, making him less sensitive to pain, he wouldn’t have been able to hold on for three days.

Wen Qingling kept his promise. He drained himself of energy, and on the third day, gentle energy spread from the Lord’s Mansion, expanding outward. It reached the Core City, Inner City, Middle City, Outer City, beyond the Outer City, and the three major county affiliated bases…

The gentle energy continued to spread outward, with no end in sight.

Wherever the energy passed, all things revived.

Seeds that were just planted in the fields grew rapidly and matured, painting everything in golden hues.

All the damaged zombies, humans, mutant beasts, and corpse creatures were restored to their original state. The chaotic brains of the zombies gained a hint of clarity. They realized that they were zombies, and they no longer wished to continue living in such a muddled state. They wanted to live with dignity, to possess consciousness, to become… the true kings.