When Xue Fatzi heard this, he hurriedly turned around. But at this moment, the zombie slapped his body with a wave of his hand, and he ——! Xue Fatzi's fat flesh was slapped on the wall of the pipe like a leather ball, and the big iron sword also fell to the ground.

Mao Zheng seized this opportunity, and before the zombie could face him. He poured the boy urine in the bamboo tube on the zombie's body, and the urine corroded on the zombie's body like sulfuric acid to make its newly transformed body.

"Roaring ——!" It made a painful sound, and tried to attack Mao Zheng in a frenzy, but it could not find any accuracy.

Mao Zheng rubbed this, picked up the big iron sword and slashed at the zombies that were staggering to the east, poof, poof, poof! This time it was no longer like chopping wood, where could the already rotten corpse withstand the chopping. I saw that none of the zombie's limbs had been cut off in the blink of an eye, and the zombie was also falling to the ground and squirming, and the child's urine was still eroding its mutilated body, and the severed limbs had turned into thick liquid, leaving only bones.

"Isn't your uncle very resistant to beating?" Mao Zheng raised his sword with both hands, and slashed at the zombie's skull, "Poof-snort——! The zombie's head was split in half, and a stream of slime came out of its head. The zombie doesn't move anymore, apparently 'dead' so much that it can't 'die' anymore.

"Ouch! Ouch——! The fat man was lying on the ground in pain.

Mao Zheng hurried to help him up.

"Mao Zheng! This guy was killed by you like this, how should I deal with it. For the first time, Xue Fatzi thought of how to make a difference, which made Mao Zheng cry and laugh.

"Mom! Not even a single body remained, only a few bones. It's over, it's over, how should I write my report? Where's the zombie Xue Fatzi walked to, covered his mouth with his hand and took a closer look.

"Your uncle, are you still worried about how to make a difference?" Mao Zheng helped Xue Fatzi and walked back.

As soon as I climbed out of the sewer, I happened to see the staff in the funeral home unloading Xiao Kong's body, and Director Li and Xiao Kong's family members came together.

Looking at Mao Zheng and Xue Chenghuai, who were covered in dirt, the stench ran over, and everyone pinched their noses.

Director Li asked from afar, "Master Mao, how did you get here?" Did the zombie catch it? You won't run away, will you? ”

"Didn't catch it." Fat Xue sighed coldly, which made Director Li uneasy all of a sudden, but Mao Zheng just smiled.

Xue Fatzi changed his words again, "However, that zombie was killed by us." Speaking of this, the fat man couldn't help but raise his chest and wanted to raise his head. However, this action affected the muscles in the back, and I couldn't help but open my teeth and claws in pain.

"Don't be reckless, keep moving, I'll see you're about to become a zombie, haha." Mao Zheng couldn't help laughing when he looked at Xue Fatzi's antics. And Director Li also reassured.

Because he wanted to cremate Xiaokong's body, Mao Zheng did not leave. Only Xue Chenghuai left with a strange expression, of course he left in an ambulance.

By the time the cremation of Xiaokong's body was completed, it was already evening. But the stones in his heart have fallen, and Director Li has thought about it, and this time he will pay the main responsibility, so he has also thought about how to write the report. Everyone went home with their own concerns, only Mao Zheng was unrestrained and free. He walked to the South River, put his belongings away, jumped straight in, and washed off the dirt in the cold water.

It's night again, and Mao Zheng has already arrived at the hospital. Qin Shuyuan looked very tired, but seeing Mao Zheng's arrival, her spirit was much better, Shanshan's heart surgery was still ongoing, Qin Shuyuan, who had been waiting for a day, was about to collapse, she hoped that Shanshan could succeed in the operation, but the doctor said that the success rate of this heart surgery was only forty percent. Seeing a big beauty so haggard all of a sudden, Mao Zheng couldn't bear it, so he held Qin Shuyuan in his arms and told her that the operation would be successful, because he looked at the child's face, he was a blessed person, how could a blessed person have a short life?

Suddenly, Qin Shuyuan's phone rang, and when she saw that it was Wu Yazi's phone that had been lost for a long time, she immediately opened the call.

"Hey! Father. Are you willing to call back after so long? ”

"Shuyuan! Didn't I say we'd be old friends? That's right! I'll go home tomorrow. ”

"Do you remember coming home? I thought you couldn't get enough of it. ”

"If it weren't for Mao Zheng's boy to come to Yidu on the ninth day of the ninth month of September, I would be a little happy."

"I think it's time to change your master's name, don't you count whether Mao Zheng will come or not? Aren't you accurate? ”

Mao Zheng watched Qin Shuyuan talk to the master who had been missing for a long time, his heart was like a cat scratching, he really wanted to talk to the master too, too much had happened in this time, and this time he came to Yidu in advance to solve the matter of the seal, but Qin Shuyuan squeezed his eyebrows at him, it seems that this aunt is teasing the master. So he put his mind to himself.

"That boy, he will definitely come on time, and I will be back tomorrow. I'm still undercounting such a peeping into the heavens. This...... Forget it, I'll come back tomorrow. ”

After saying that, Wuya Ziji hung up the phone, and Qin Shuyuan pursed her lips. In fact, she also has a lot of things to say to Wu Yazi. But Wu Yazi is this temper, not much to say, anyway, he will be back tomorrow.

Mao Zheng also endured it, and the biggest thing now is to wait for the success of Shanshan's operation.

The operation had been going on, and it was almost twelve o'clock in the evening. Qin Shuyuan was already asleep in Mao Zheng's arms because she was tired. At this time, the door of the operating room opened, and a doctor in a white coat walked out of it, holding a pathological diagnosis certificate in his hand, and shouted: "Who is Qin Shanshan's family?" ”

Mao Zhenggang wanted to open his mouth to answer, but as soon as Qin Shuyuan, who was asleep, heard the call for family members, he immediately woke up, and when he saw the doctor coming out, he hurriedly replied: "I am, I am." So saying, he ran over.

"You signed it!"

"Did the doctor succeed in the operation?" Qin Shuyuan asked as she signed.

"The operation was successful, but the patient is not out of danger and needs to be hospitalized for a period of observation." The doctor walked in.

"It worked! Mao Zheng, our Shanshan is finally saved! Qin Shuyuan's eyes were full of tears of joy, Mao Zheng also stood up happily, Shanshan succeeded, this child can finally grow up healthily.

After a while, Shanshan, who was still asleep, was pushed out of the operating room, her whole body was filled with electrocardiogram catheters, her face was wearing oxygen, and the back of her hand was hit with hanging water.

Shanshan was wheeled into the ward, her family was isolated, and in the coming weeks, the hospital arranged for senior nurses to give her special care, while Qin Shuyuan and Mao Zheng could only wait and see at the door.