A Doctor's Zombie Feeding Diary

Due to the busyness of more than a week, the second report is only submitted now. I spent a while in the afternoon to read it, then make a summary and send my report to each of them.I was busy in the observation room, so Gerald moved his body calmly, sat cross-legged facing me, and continued to perform eye baptism.

I was very helpless, but I couldn't think of any way to make him not do this.

"If it wasn't because you and him got along quite happily before, and he didn't intend to attack you, I would definitely think that he looked at you because he wanted to pounce on you and eat you." Xin Duoli Standing beside me, he whispered, "It's like sizing up prey."

"His eyes are scary?"

"No, it's actually not very scary." Xin Duoli shook her head, and she looked at Gerald sideways with cautious eyes.And Gerald kept his eyes on me, and seemed to treat her as air all the time, so this gentle little girl was not particularly frightened, "It's just that he keeps staring at you so motionlessly, it will always make me feel uncomfortable." People feel uncomfortable... After all, we don't know enough about him yet to know what he wants to do."

"I'm hungry." I joked, "Maybe he doesn't have the concept of time in his consciousness, so he's thinking about how long it will be before my next feeding." I glanced at Xin Duoli's disagreement Look, "It's just a joke. We will always understand in the future, don't be too impatient."

"I'm not in a hurry, doctor." Xin Duoli quickly waved her hands and explained to me, "I know that each of our research needs time and energy in exchange for results, and sometimes there are no results, so I Believe that I have enough patience. But sometimes, I also worry about his existence..." Xin Duoli's voice gradually weakened, and she asked me with some hesitation: "Do you still remember the number 13 more than two years ago? ?”

"I remember." I nodded, "He escaped from the isolation room. To be precise, he broke the wall of the isolation room and rushed out. I happened not to be in the institute at the time. Who subdued him later?"

"It was a member of the siege team who was receiving treatment in the clinic at the time." Xin Duoli said, "Since then, we have applied to our superiors to replace the walls of the isolation room with materials as strong as the offices of senior officials. ...I mean, two years have passed, and we have not had such close contact with people infected with vicious viruses for nearly half a year, will their strength increase again?"

"Strong enough to break the current wall?" I knocked on the glass wall, saw Gerald blinked a few times because of my movement, and chuckled, "It's very possible."

"Then..." Xin Duoli observed my expression uncertainly, and did not continue.

"Your report has also indicated to me that the behavior of this number 27 is different from that of common vicious virus-infected people. He will not feel irritable because of the small space, and he will not growl at strangers and try to attack." I faced The expression on his face became a little weird, and he couldn't help laughing in his heart, "And I personally think that he is eating well now, so he shouldn't be so full that he has nothing to do to smash this wall."

"I also sincerely hope that your research can go on like this forever." Xin Duoli nodded, her eyes full of hope, "If it is really what you assume, we will be on him one day in the future Discovering a way to combat the vicious HLM virus would save many innocent lives."

I raised my head slightly, and asked again, "Shouldn't it be almost dinner time?"

"It's almost there." Xin Duoli looked at the micro-display on her wrist, "There are about three or ten minutes left, and it's time for dinner."

I asked Xin Duoli to leave first to do other things, and went to the restaurant by myself to let the chefs prepare two meals for me first. I responded with a friendly smile to their curious eyes, and held two food boxes again. Avoiding the sight of others, he walked into the isolation room.

Gerald remained where he was.After I left the observation room, his eyes lost focus again, and his eyes were a little dazed, and he didn't know where he was looking.

Is this starving?I laughed to myself, approached him with a slow pace, and sat down beside him.Over the past few times, I have also found that the slower and more peaceful the movement, the less likely it is to arouse his vigilance. If he suddenly approaches quickly or makes a loud noise, it will stimulate his spirit.So I have always tried to keep my steps light, and I will never speak too loudly.

"Open your mouth," I said to him, shaking my fork.

Gerald blinked slowly, looked at the fork in my hand, and didn't respond.

"Open your mouth." I repeated patiently, while holding the fork to pass the food to his mouth.

Gerald opened his mouth as I wished.I put the food in his mouth and yank it out the moment he bites into the fork.But this time, Gerald bit the fork, and didn't bite it off directly, but he didn't let go, just biting between his teeth.I tried to pull the fork out a few times, but he was biting hard, no matter which direction I moved, it didn't move.

This guy's strange little tricks are getting more and more.While I was thinking about it, I shook the fork from side to side, and his head followed the arc of my hand from side to side, and his eyes still kept staring at me.I finally couldn't help laughing.

"Let go, little bastard." I scolded with a smile, "What are you doing?"

Seeing that he still didn't respond, I simply put the food box in my left hand on the ground, pinched his right cheek with my free hand, and pulled it out a few times, "Release quickly, do you still want to eat?"

I didn't use much force, and he probably didn't feel the pain. He let me pull his cheek, and he still didn't seem to want to let go.

I also took this opportunity to observe his teeth.Judging from the condition of the gums and the color of the teeth, it is very healthy, but it is a bit dirty. You can try to brush his teeth before breakfast tomorrow.I raised my eyebrows and wondered if he would bite off the toothbrush.

"If you don't let go, I'll leave you here alone and go out to eat." I threatened.He couldn't understand my threat, so I simply let go of both hands and stood up.

It was only at this time that Gerald reacted. He still bit the fork with his teeth, but he stretched out a hand and grabbed my wrist like noon.I was held by his hand, and I couldn't get up smoothly again, so I sat back on the ground and let him hold my hand like this, and looked at him with leisurely to see how long he was going to bite the fork.

His current appearance is actually quite funny, with a fork in his mouth, and because the right cheek is too pale, there are still a few light red marks that I just squeezed out.

My hand was a little numb from his grasp, but it didn't hinder much, so I let him grasp it like this, and continued to look at him for the first time I don't know.

I noticed that the skin around his eye sockets was starting to bruise again, and the blood vessels under the skin became more obvious.This phenomenon has been rare during this time, but I have seen it several times.Presumably, it is probably some kind of reaction or connection between his brain nervous system and the virus. The reason for this phenomenon is not clear for the time being, but it probably has something to do with the so-called thinking ability he has lost now.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked softly, slowly stroking the bridge of his nose and cheek with the other free hand, "I'm very curious about your thoughts that don't know whether they exist or not, If you can still remember this experience when you recover in the future, be sure to tell me what you are thinking about at this moment."

I laughed a few times, "You're not blaming me for not giving you better food, are you?" I looked at the dishes in the lunch box beside me, "These meals are nutritious, healthy and delicious in my opinion, no Is it not to your taste?"

I pressed my thumbs on the corner of his mouth and rubbed it gently to help relax his facial nerves that were tense for some reason. After a while, he suddenly let go of his teeth, and the fork fell to the ground .I caught the fork quickly with my eyes and hands, and twirled it twice in my hand, "Finally give it back to me, huh?"

Gerald opened his mouth slightly, his face was still stiff, and besides that, the strength in his hands did not relax, and he firmly grasped my wrist.I didn't mind too much, I picked up the lunch box with one hand and put it on my lap, and finally forked the second piece of food.

When it was placed near Gerald's mouth, he didn't open his mouth as usual, and looked at me with a blank expression, and his breathing became unstable.

Seeing that the situation didn't seem right, I lightly touched his lips with the vegetables on the fork, and after seeing that he still didn't respond, I put down the fork.Reaching the back of his head, he gently massaged the nape of his neck and upper back, "Relax, Gerald. Relax, take it easy."

The blue-purple color around his eyes became more intense, his brows slowly frowned, and thoughts flashed through his eyes.But at the same time, I heard painful whimpers from his throat, his voice was hoarse and dry, it should have been a long time since he had used his vocal cords.

I can almost tell now that he's trying to think, but the virus's constant pressure on his brain makes the process excruciatingly painful.And it can be seen from his performance.He held my wrist with increasing strength, clenched his teeth and closed his eyes, and there was an uncomfortable sound rolling in his throat.

I hooked the back of his neck in silence, let his forehead rest on my shoulder, and kept patting and stroking his back with my hands, trying my best to calm down his emotions and the surging blood.

The hand that he held so tightly was sore and numb that it started to twitch, I didn't try to let him go, I ignored the discomfort coming from my hand, and comforted him softly: "Don't think about it, Jie Ladd, relax, we still have time, take it easy."

I can feel his back trembling slightly under my palm, and the blood vessels on his forehead are also beating more and more conspicuously, which makes his face look extremely scary, and his eye sockets are full of bruises .He leaned on my shoulder and crushed my shoulder socket with his forehead, like a caged beast trying to pass through the gap of the cage desperately.He exerted such strength that he almost crushed my shoulders, and he tossed and tossed for a long time before he stopped, gasping for breath.

I have always gently comforted his back, passing the heat from my palm to him.His body was unbelievably cold, but I could clearly see the pulsating marks on his forehead.He has always existed in such a contradictory way, like boiling water in a cup made of cold ice.

After tossing for a while, he let go of my wrist, his forehead still resting on my shoulder, in a daze.

I glanced at the bruise on my hand and began to think about how to explain the injury to the few little guys who cared too much about me.

Gerald seemed to have regained his breath. He stretched out his hand and fiddled with the fork that I threw on the lid of the food box. He half-closed his eyes and breathed gently.

"You'll be cold if you don't eat any more. You should be starving." I patted his back lightly without stopping, and moved my other hand a few times. After I didn't feel any major problem, I picked up the fork and continued to feed him. Have a meal.

He was very obedient this time, and he didn't bite or bite the fork again, probably because he gained experience from the feeding process these few times, or he no longer had the strength to bite the fork off, and he only bit down and swallowed the food without taking it with him. Give me any extra trouble.

Gerald suddenly became very tired, and his limbs were limp and weak. After I fed him the last bite, I directly supported him and let him lie on the bed.After he lay down, he didn't make any movements, and he didn't stare at me persistently.He lay tired on the bed, eyes closed and drowsy.

I didn't have much appetite to eat either. After settling him down, I sat on the edge of the bed and watched him completely calm down. His breathing gradually became low and slow, and he fell into a deep sleep after a while.

There was a seminar held in the conference room at night, and the research project had nothing to do with me. I didn’t really want to go because the old man was there, so now there were no people in the corridor, and no one passed the observation room.I am also happy to be idle, so that they don't make a fuss.