Medical Sovereign

"Hey, my injury has healed, and there is nothing wrong with it!"

Galava only felt a tingling all over his body, and the injured place healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he was full of strength in an instant.

"Brother, you're all right, that's great, woo woo woo!"

Shima threw herself into Galava's arms and wept with joy.

"Xima, it's okay, it's okay, you, Lu Qika, and Su Erbi are waiting here, and my brother has to deal with something."

Galawa patted his sister's shoulder with a doting face, and a ruthless look flashed in his eyes.

"No, let us go!"

"We were wrong, and we never dared again."

"Please, please spare us!"

...

The five white men were scared out of their wits, enduring the agony and begging.

A look of hesitation appeared on Galava's face, but then he thought of what Ding Ning said, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes, and he dragged the five white men out separately like a dead dog.

After a while, Galawa came back with a calm expression. Shima snuggled into his arms with some fear, and whispered: "Brother, did you kill them?"

Lu Qika and Sulbi also looked at him in fear, but Galava smiled and shook his head, stroking Xima's soft long hair: "No, my brother is a soldier, how could he kill people indiscriminately, but they already Out of conscience, I threw them out and left them to fend for themselves."

"Um!"

Shima breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the words, and smiled happily.

There were little stars in Lu Qika's eyes, and she said timidly, "Who is that Ding Ning? It's amazing!"

"Yeah, how did he manage to let the barrel explode?"

Su Erbi pouted: "I don't believe it's such a coincidence that all four guns just exploded."

Galava's face was full of fanaticism, and he knelt on the ground piously: "He is the messenger sent by the Lord to walk the world, and he is here to save us suffering believers."

"How could the Lord's messenger be a Chinese?"

Lucy said with some doubts.

"The Lord's messengers are ever-changing. It doesn't matter what nationality they are from. What matters is that the Lord has not abandoned us."

Xima narrowed her eyes into a crescent shape, and knelt on the ground following her brother devoutly.

"Cut, stupid people, if he is the messenger sent by your master to save the world, why doesn't he get rid of all the zombies?"

The lama who had been silent all this time couldn't listen any longer, and the lama on the left couldn't help but sarcastically said, just kidding, isn't it a slap in the face to believe in the Lord in a lamasery?

Jialawa turned his head to look at the lama, and said seriously: "Believe it or not, there is not a single zombie outside now."

"What? Brother, is what you said true?"

Xima asked in surprise, and the big eyes of Lu Qika and Suer's Bishui Lingling also shone with joy.

"Of course, I don't need to tell lies. I deliberately threw the four villains far away, but I didn't see any zombies, so I think he is the messenger sent by the Lord to save us!"

Galava said swearingly, in exchange for the joyful cheers of the three girls.

Even the old Tibetan couple showed joy, looked at each other and said happily, "Let's go out and have a look."

"Hmph, who knows when those zombies will come back? It's just that they are not here at this time."

The lama said with a very bad face.

"Even if the zombies will come back, it's good to take this opportunity to find more food."

The Tibetan couple didn't pay attention to the lama's displeased face, and said excitedly.

"Yes, brother, this time we will go find food with you. There are more people and we are stronger. If we search a little more, we will be able to persist until rescue."

Xima and the two classmates said happily that it is safe to stay here, but it is like being in prison. Now that they finally have a chance to let the wind go, it is no wonder they are not happy. "All right!"

Galava was worried that the zombies would just leave temporarily like the previous two days, and might come back at any time, but looking at his sister's longing eyes, he really couldn't bear to refuse,

Immediately nodded in agreement.

"yeah!"

The three girls hugged each other excitedly, jumped up and down, and finally went to look for food together with the Tibetan couple.

There are only two lamas left in the main hall to guard the little lama named Zhu Gu.

"Basang, when do you think Zhugu will wake up? Are we rushing?"

The lama on the left looked at Zhu Gu who was still sleeping, and asked worriedly.

"No way, Zhu Guben is the reincarnation of the living Buddha, and only he can bear the power of the relics, awaken the power as soon as possible, and lead us through this disaster, Langga, don't worry."

Basang sighed and comforted, but in fact he didn't know what to do.

"hope so!"

Lang Ga looked at Zhu Gu again worriedly, but suddenly said in surprise: "Zhu Gu is about to wake up, I saw his eyelashes move."

"Really? Let me see!"

Basang leaned forward ecstatically, and sure enough, Zhu Gu's eyelashes fluttered, as if he would come at any moment, and immediately wept with joy: "Living Buddha bless you, Living Buddha bless you!"

"puff!"

Basang's eyes widened in disbelief, and he looked down at a white bone claw piercing his chest, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, his eyes went dark and he lost consciousness.

"Basang, what's wrong with you?"

Langa hadn't reacted yet, and was wondering why Basang was silent all of a sudden, when he suddenly saw colorful colors in the eyes of the little lama Zhu Gu, who looked like a jade carving, and felt a pain in his heart, pierced by a bone claw. He touched his chest, and his eyes gradually dimmed.

Zhu Gu stood up slowly, moved his neck, and his two bone arms turned into white and tender human arms in an instant. He looked out of the main hall door, and whispered softly: "I seem to smell the smell of the enemy, but , My current strength has not fully recovered, so I can only dispatch the zombie army."

The corpses of Basang and Langa suddenly stood up, with dead gray eyes open, kneeling in front of Zhugu.

"Go, lead the zombie army, and do everything possible to wipe out that damned human being!"

A colorful ray of light flashed in Zhugu's eyes, and it fell into the eyes of Basang and Langa.

After Basang and Langa's eyes were confused for a while, the dead gray gradually faded and turned into normal eyes.

The two kneeled on the ground respectfully, and after bowing deeply to Zhu Gu, they stood up and walked outside.

"My strength is still too weak. This place is no longer safe. I have to leave here and continue to look for relics to improve my strength."

Zhu Gu looked at the empty hall, and after whispering softly, his limbs suddenly twisted strangely and turned into eight spider-like long bones of white bones, and he ran out like flying, and disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye.

On the hillside where the zombie army was buried alive, Basang and Langa chanted obscure ancient languages.

There was a slight tremor on the ground, and pale and bloodless hands broke through the ground and stretched out, and there were countless at a glance.

"Srustling..."

The sound of dust rolling became more and more urgent, faster and faster. Finally, the first ashen-faced zombie got out of the ground, followed by the second, and the third...

Except for the zombie whose head was blown off by the local puppet, all the other zombies crawled out and lined up in a square formation like a large army undergoing inspection. Basang and Langa, dressed in red Lama clothes, led the Followed by the mighty army of zombies and walked towards the direction Ding Ning left!

Dinning knew nothing about it and was wandering the land of Sikkim!

"What a beautiful mountain city!"

Looking at the stunningly beautiful Darjeeling in front of him, even though Ding Ning has seen too many landscapes, he has to admit that this is the most beautiful mountain city he has ever seen. No wonder it is regarded as a summer resort by the English.

Darjeeling, with an average altitude of 2134 meters, is located in the Galapahar Mountains in the Himalayas.

Under the blue sky and white clouds, the lush green hills and dense forests, the verdant and tender tea gardens, and the beautiful mountain city like a magic pen outline a dreamlike picture.

However, this beautiful picture scroll has been completely destroyed at this moment. There is no smoke, no lights, no hardworking tea farmers running back and forth, and no tourists from all over the world for sightseeing. There are only walking dead wandering back and forth on the street.

Even though Ding Ning didn't like this ancient kingdom, he still couldn't help but feel compassion for those wandering zombies.

"Ashes to ashes to ashes, go with peace of mind!"

Ding Ning was like a god's mansion descended from the mortal world, strolling leisurely in this lifeless mountain city, with cracks in the ground in front of him, mercilessly devouring the zombies who came smelling fresh flesh.

"Hey! There are so many survivors?"

Ding Ning gasped in surprise, and looked in surprise at a five-story building surrounded by dense crowds of zombies.

This is a hospital, and all the people gathered in the hospital are zombies, and in the basement of the hospital, there are hundreds of survivors of various skin colors. Talking and laughing, he didn't seem worried at all about the dense crowd of zombies outside.

Some people in white coats were busy experimenting non-stop, and occasionally sent some suspected virus-infected people to a room that Ding Ning's consciousness could not penetrate.

Is there another reincarnated soul boy here? This weird scene aroused Ding Ning's deep curiosity, activated the ground escape technique, and quietly sneaked into the basement.

"Hey buddy, come and help push the car off!"

Ding Ning had just entered the basement, and when he was thinking about how to get into the room where the consciousness could not penetrate, a man's voice suddenly came from behind him.

Turning around to look, I saw two men in white coats and masks pushing a stretcher cart and shouting at him.

Ding Ning pointed to his nose in surprise, "Are you calling me?"

"Yeah, buddy, this guy is too heavy. There is something wrong with the axle of this stretcher bed. It's a bit difficult for two people."

The man who spoke just now pointed to the fat man in the Tianzhu military uniform on the stretcher with a wry smile and said with a wry smile.

Ding Ning couldn't help laughing, it's no wonder that these two guys wanted help, the virus-infected person on the stretcher was really too fat, at least three hundred catties by visual inspection, almost like a meat mountain.

"no problem!"

Ding Ning secretly rejoiced, it was as if when he was about to doze off, someone gave him a pillow, and when he was thinking about how to sneak in, someone gave him an opportunity.

"Hey, buddy, wear a mask. Although President Katharina said that the zombie virus will only be infected when it breaks out, it's better to be careful."

The man said kindly, took out a medical mask from his pocket and handed it to Ding Ning.

"That's right, thank you!"

Ding Ning took the mask, put it on and thanked him, but suddenly realized in his heart.

It turns out that Katharina, the president of the World Medical Association, is here. No wonder the people here are very relaxed. You must know that the World Medical Association represents the highest medical level in the world. It seems that Katharina's prestige here Very tall, when the man spoke, there was undisguised admiration in his eyes.

However, to be able to gather survivors together and be sure to cure the virus-infected patients, it is impossible not to build up prestige.

This made Ding Ning even more interested. Did Katharina make this room that can isolate the consciousness, or does it exist by itself?