I Opened a Clinic in the Apocalypse

⟣Chapter 137

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: I OPENED A CLINIC IN THE APOCALYPSE

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TL: Moonlit

Wen Qingling appeared by his side.

Xiao Hen ignored him, turned his body away, and continued to cut the overgrown weeds.

Wen Qingling: “My ‘True King’ position has been challenged.”

Xiao Hen continued to ignore him, acting like an emotionless lawnmower.

Wen Qingling walked behind him, craning his neck to observe Xiao Hen’s expression. “You look even more handsome after the mutation.”

Xiao Hen’s movement of cutting the grass paused for a moment. He struggled to suppress the slight upward curve of his lips and continued cutting the grass coldly.

Wen Qingling sighed. “Indeed, you’re my companion ‘Sub-King.’ Your genes are powerful, and just look at that angry and handsome face.”

Xiao Hen: “…”

Xiao Hen disappeared from his indifferent state and reappeared on another section of the city wall, continuing to cut the grass.

Wen Qingling followed him. “What did these weeds do to offend you that you’re cutting them like this?”

Xiao Hen paused, stood up, and walked along the wall, sparing the weeds.

With his complete control over spatial abilities, he didn’t need to walk anymore. He did this just so Wen Qingling could keep up with him.

Wen Qingling quickly caught up with him.

He didn’t understand. “What’s wrong?”

Xiao Hen spoke coldly, “Figure it out yourself.”

Wen Qingling thought for a moment and said seriously, “Are you angry that the human bloodline is being washed away?”

Xiao Hen: “…”

Xiao Hen was infuriated and continued walking ahead.

Wen Qingling was surprised. “You’re not worried about the Level 8 evolved corpse poison being washed away, right? Well, if you really can’t bear it, I can put it back for you.”

That’s a lie.

Wen Qingling observed Xiao Hen’s reaction. He admitted that there would definitely be a fight today.

Xiao Hen took a deep breath, stopped, and turned around, looking expressionlessly at him. “It isn’t because of these things that I’m angry.”

Wen Qingling blinked. “Then why?”

Xiao Hen was annoyed to the point of a headache and gritted his teeth. “You’re erasing my feelings for you. Saying ‘don’t want’ and ‘wash it away’ just like that! I’m afraid and worried, not about the human bloodline or the Level 8 evolved zombie virus, but about emotions! Emotions are unique to humans! I don’t want to lose the ability to like you, even if the human bloodline makes me weaker, I still don’t want to lose it. I’m afraid of becoming a cold, emotionless zombie, of losing myself after turning into a zombie, living only by instincts. But most of all, I’m afraid I won’t like you anymore. I’m very scared and panicked, but you can’t receive any of my emotions. You just do what you think is right.”

Wen Qingling understood but didn’t quite understand. “If it’s liking, how could it be washed away?”

Xiao Hen’s expression darkened, and he looked deeply into her eyes. “If I become a zombie, do you think I’ll still have emotions? Will I still understand what it means to like? I might forget you, forget liking you. Our relationship will become instinctive, without emotions, without liking.”