Originally, Qiao Lingxiang saw Lu Zhengqing's serious appearance and thought he understood that he had already understood the first generation of antibodies in his body. So Qiao Lingxiang asked:

"Brother Zhengqing, when have you been infected with the 0th generation virus? Your 0th generation has mutated into the 1st generation!"

"When did it happen?"

Lu Zhengqing was shocked. Why didn’t he remember that he had been infected by the 0-generation virus?

Isn’t it normal for him to have a small cold and a small fever? Who would pay attention to this?

Before Lu Zhengqing could answer, Qiao Lingxiang said again:

"But it's also true. It seems that there are many people infected with the 0-generation virus. Only one person has become a 1-generation zombie, and the rest have only 0-generation antibodies. So Brother Zhengqing, are you now successfully mutating in the 1-generation, and then you are a 1-generation psychopath?"

If you remember correctly, Lu Zhengqing should have stimulated his superpowers while being bitten by a cat, so Lu Zhengqing must have been a superpower before.

He is the first generation of supernatural beings.

It’s a pity that the first generation of antibodies are ineffective against the third generation of viruses, otherwise Lu Zhengqing would definitely have nothing to do now.

However, Lu Zhengqing, who was tied into a bun, said to Qiao Lingxiang very seriously:

"It turns out that the doctor can't understand the words written by him, and I don't know a single word."

Qiao Lingxiang: "..."

She silently glanced at the words written by the doctor. Fortunately, she could guess at least, and she could see something.

He said to Lu Zhengqing worriedly:

"Brother Zhengqing, that is to say, it's useless for you to be a psychic. As long as there are no antibodies of the corresponding algebra in your body, you will be infected continuously. Every time you are infected with a generation of viruses, you will have the risk of becoming a zombie... You said, if a psychic becomes a zombie, does it still have psychic powers?"

Thinking of Lu Zhengqing's uncontrolled fire, would it set fire if it was a zombie? Or, a zombie is like Cen Yi, invulnerable to swords and guns, and even, as powerful as Zhao Long...

Qiao Lingxiang felt that that was the real end of the world, and humans could not defeat supernatural zombies.

Lu Zhengqing seemed to have thought of this, and his expression became a little more serious, but Qiao Lingxiang couldn't tell whether he was really serious or fake.

Because this person may always have some destructive words in the next second.

But this time, Lu Zhengqing said nothing.

Qiao Lingxiang could only continue to say:

"I have read some information about the virus that is constantly mutating, saying that this virus will easily mutate later. It constantly mutates in other people's bodies, and the chance of being infected into zombies is getting higher and higher. Brother Zhengqing, I think you may need a lot of fat to go from a third generation of infected people to a fourth generation. I have to find a way to crowdfund some meat."

Thinking of the group of patients with standard figures on the first floor, Qiao Lingxiang fell into a deep dilemma. The meat in the pot was no longer good. If crowdfunding continues, everyone will be crowdfunded to become a slender figure.

I have to go out of the pot to crowdfund.

Lu Zhengqing, who was lying on the bed, slowly blinked his peach blossom eyes and said leisurely:

"Who knows? Alas... I am a person who is not worthy of being the fourth generation infected person, so sad."

Qiao Lingxiang tried hard to look at Lu Zhengqing's medical record and decided to ignore his sorrow. She remembered something again, took out Lu Zhengqing's ball bones and put them in Lu Zhengqing's hand, and said:

"Brother Zhengqing, I'll give you your stuff."

"What?"

Lu Zhengqing tried hard to hold his head up, looked at his tied hands, pinched the small ball in his hand, and asked:

"What's this?"

Before he finished speaking, his face became redder and redder. He let go of the ball in his hand and shouted:

"Shuishui, baby, my fire is coming, watershui!"

Qiao Lingxiang also discovered why Lu Zhengqing's face turned red like a big tomato. She stood up in panic, ignoring the bone ball that had fallen on the ground, hurriedly picked up a glass of cold water by the table and poured it directly on Lu Zhengqing's face...

"Si."

A piece of charcoal was extinguished, and Lu Zhengqing's face was full of steam. He breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"Okay, OK, my power of prehistoric times has been suppressed by my strong willpower."

After hearing what he said, Qiao Lingxiang was relieved. She sat back on the chair with a water cup in her hand, frowned and asked:

"Brother Zhengqing, what kind of supernatural power are you? Can you control it yourself?"

She just thought it was very strange. Cen Yidu could choose to use superpower energy or not. Zhao Long had never seen a time when he could not control his own strength. Why couldn't Lu Zhengqing do this superpower at all?

The water on Lu Zhengqing's face evaporated in a short while. He smacked his lips with dry mouth, tied to the bed, and tilted his head to Qiao Lingxiang and said:

"The mouth is tasteless and fragrant. I peel an orange for Brother Zhengqing to eat. Let me eat an orange, and then think about how to control this ability."

Qiao Lingxiang looked around and there were no oranges in the ward, so she got up and said to Lu Zhengqing:

"I'll go out and get you some oranges."

"Get some water, it's cool, not hot, it's best to add some ice cubes or something. Brother Zhengqing has been a little angry recently. Do you have any fans? Take a handful and fan your brother Zhengqing."

Lu Zhengqing, who was wandering on the edge of life and death, was leisurely enjoying Qiao Lingxiang's service. Oh, if he hadn't been tied into a rice dumpling now, this kind of life that seemed like a vacation would be really pleasant.

"Oh, I'll go find it."

Qiao Lingxiang, who was honest, ran to the door of the ward, glanced at the ball bones on the ground, picked them up, and turned around to ask Lu Zhengqing on the bed.

"Brother Zhengqing, isn't this yours?"

"no."

Lu Zhengqing turned his head and looked at the bone in Qiao Lingxiang's hand. It was indeed not his. This thing is so ugly and does not conform to his aesthetics. He asked Qiao Lingxiang again and said:

"Where did you get this?"

"It's the place where the female cat was burned to ashes by you and fell off you."

Qiao Lingxiang looked at the ball-shaped bone, and she thought it was Lu Zhengqing's.

Lu Zhengqing shook his head, blinked his peach blossom eyes, and said with an inappropriate smile:

"It's not mine, maybe it's the female cat. You can keep it first, and wait until Brother Zhengqing gets ready before studying it."

Now, he couldn't take care of himself and couldn't take care of what it was.

So Qiao Lingxiang had no choice but to put the ball bone in her pocket and ran out of the ward.

She couldn't figure it out, why did Lu Zhengqing lose control of his ability as soon as he grasped this round bone? Is it a treasure?

What is really a bone that is helpful or harmful to superpowers, and it cannot be used by Lu Zhengqing for the time being. He must first control his superpowers.

Thinking of this, Qiao Lingxiang was planning to go to the open space between the severely dangerous area and the dangerous area to find some oranges for Lu Zhengqing to eat. As soon as she ran to the stairs, Yu Zheng called back.

He just heard him say seriously:
Chapter completed!