"By the way, have you had a medical check-up recently? How's your health?"
Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming suddenly remembered that he had brain cancer before the apocalypse, and later became a zombie...
Thinking of this, Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming's heart tightened.
He sincerely wished that the Zhang Yiming and Bai Xiqin of this world could live safely here and never be separated.
Let this beautiful world be a dream he can trace back to.
"A medical check-up?" Zhang Yiming was momentarily stunned, seeing Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming's serious expression, paused, and continued, "I get one every year, and I'm quite healthy, why?"
"Did they check your brain, and was that part of the check-up?"
Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming asked again, his fingers subconsciously tightening.
At this point in time, the brain cancer should already be in its late stages...
