A Doctor's Zombie Feeding Diary

What I said was funny would not have seemed funny to Gerald—if his little, almost shell-like head could really think that deeply.

I took out the things I brought from the room and put them on the bed, looked at him with a smile, then reached out and grabbed his ankle, and lifted his right foot up.

Gerald couldn't sit still, and fell on his back on the bed. He was stunned for a few seconds, and then looked down at the right foot that was caught by me, looking a little bewildered.

"Don't make that expression, I'm not going to do anything, just take care of your toenails and these shameless shoes." I pulled his right foot closer again, observed him from a close distance, and called him Only the shoes that have completely lost their protective effect and his trousers that are badly damaged, "Little bastard, I am probably the only one who can accept your image."

It smells really bad.The sour smell of shoe leather soaked in dirty water and sun exposure mixed with the smell of his sweat, a pungent stench hit his face directly.I pushed his foot a little farther away, and then pulled it back after I almost got used to it, and pulled the shoe off.

Gerald rested his hands flat on the bed, lifted his head slightly, and rested his chin between his collarbones, quietly watching my movements.

"You stink." I criticized honestly, "Look at that guy Deb, he is clean and tidy every day, only boys like that can be liked by little girls, you probably also like him." Rats in the sewers would be interested."

I lifted his trousers up a little, exposing his entire ankle and a section of his calf, and admired the strong and beautiful muscles on his calf by the way.Then he took out the sterilized toilet paper and wiped it along his calf, "Before I get rid of your messy hair, I can't do anything to the dirty things on your body, so I can only start from the feet. "

While wiping, I took a closer look at the condition of his feet, and frowned uncontrollably.The condition of the instep and sole of his foot is fine, at most there are some small scars, which are not difficult to deal with, compared with the condition of his toes, it is a bit troublesome.Probably because it has not been trimmed for a long time, both sides of his nails are deeply embedded in the flesh, and they are suppressed by the shoes and cannot grow. One of the toenails has obvious signs of fracture, and the toenail of the little toe is even sticking out.

I sighed, not feeling dirty, I stretched out my hand and rubbed his big toe, "You are not afraid of pain."

Gerald seemed to feel a little uncomfortable, the muscles on his cheeks tightened slightly, his eyes half closed and he twitched his right leg trying to take his foot away from my hand.Of course I wouldn't let him do this, and I used a little more strength to hold his ankle firmly in the palm of my hand, took out the trimmer and began to process his toenails.

As soon as I started, he resisted violently.This is also what I expected. His nails are too deep into the flesh, and it must be quite painful to cut them off. Although he may be used to it and numb his flesh and nerves, I am trying to correct it now. This point, he will certainly not be very comfortable.

He sat up from the bed almost as soon as I hit him, his eyes were wide open, the blood vessels under the skin of his face became clear quickly, he pulled back his right leg with all his strength, and I held his ankle with one hand , holding his shoulder with the other hand, and pressing him back on the bed, making his back firmly against the sheet.

My strength was actually not enough to restrain him, but after the first burst of pain passed, he gradually stopped, but still twisted his body and thighs slightly, and continued to try to retract his legs without interruption.

"Don't make trouble, just be obedient and you can end it quickly, otherwise your feet will be completely rotted in the future, and it will only hurt more than now." As I spoke, I slowly retracted the hand that was holding his shoulder, and started to deal with him again. toes.

It’s not worth going into detail about the process. After finally taking care of one of his feet, my shirt was almost drenched in sweat, beads of sweat dripped from my forehead, and my injured shoulder was even more sore and aching. , a little out of force.

"You are really capable of tossing around." I temporarily put down the trimmer, looked at Gerald who was lying on his side on the bed, making a painful expression and rubbing the soles of his feet against the sheets, and thought about bringing him a pair of shoes Otherwise, sooner or later, the soles of his feet will be ground to a bloody mess.

After catching my breath, I reached out and grabbed his other foot.

I don't know whether to say that he is smart or has a long memory. This time, he quickly avoided the hand I stretched out, put his hands on the bed and swept his legs behind him, kneeling on the bed and staring at me closely.

I didn't intend to try to challenge his speed, but I didn't take my hand back either. I couldn't help but put my hand on the top of his head and rubbed it a few times, "Stinky boy, don't put your foot on the pillow, your foot is terrible. You are still wearing shoes, do you plan to sleep well at night?"

I moved my hand to the nape of his neck and rubbed it gently at the back of his hairline—a little detail I only discovered recently, and he probably liked it when I did it.It was the same this time, after I rubbed the back of his neck a few times with proper strength, he shrank his neck, his expression gradually relaxed, and he leaned forward and fell directly on the bed, with his head resting on my thigh On the outside, he raised his neck and gently rubbed against my hand a few times.

"Where did you inherit the feline habit?" I chuckled and increased the strength in my hand, listening to a soft hum that represented comfort rolling out of his throat.

I comforted him, and waited until he was drowsy in a daze under my controlled palm, then I got up and walked to the bedside, took the opportunity to grab his other foot, bent his knee, and started to continue huge project.

Controlled by this posture, Gerald was not very good at exerting force. After tossing a few times, he found that he couldn't move his foot, so he gave up struggling and moved towards me a few times, trying to squeeze me with his other foot. get out of bed.

"Don't make trouble." I snorted again and scratched the soles of his feet with my fingers.He flinched a bit from the tingling sensation, which gave me the opportunity to continue caring for his badly damaged toenail.

As a direct consequence of this incident, after I put down the trimmer and returned to the isolation room again, Gerald refused to get too close to me all afternoon. No matter what I did, he always kept a vigilant distance from me. The distance, moving quickly around every corner, won't let me get close.

I worked hard for a long time, but in the end I couldn't laugh or cry, so I had to leave the isolation room first, and then came in with the lunch box after dinner. It was only at this time that he was willing to approach slowly again—and then bit off my stretch the fork that went between his teeth.

Probably venting anger.I couldn't help but pick up the few fragments that he spat out on the ground, replaced them with my fork and continued to feed, patiently waiting for him to vent his grievances that he couldn't express in words.

After finishing the dinner with great difficulty, Gerald finally believed that I would not lift his feet to do strange things again, lying on the bed and falling asleep under the touch of my fingers.When he was sleeping, he was still as quiet as ever, his breathing was light and smooth, he hardly moved his body, and he kept the same posture until he woke up.

After Gerald fell asleep, I met Mr. Director in the corridor outside the laboratory on the upper floor.Behind him were two young men, well-dressed and solemnly following the director.When the director saw me, his face was obviously not very good. He only glanced at me a few times and then walked straight forward without looking sideways.

I politely smiled and nodded to the three of them one by one, and then stood sideways on the edge of the corridor, letting them pass first before walking forward again.I noticed that the two men behind the director had been sizing me up secretly, their eyes were full of sophistication, and they didn't take back those two hidden eyes until I passed by them.

I walked into the laboratory, packed the materials carelessly, and when I turned out of the corridor to go back to my room to sleep, I was bumped into my arms by Niyo who rushed out on the teleportation platform.

I didn't realize it was him at first, but after he bumped his head into my chest and fell to the ground in a daze, I saw his face clearly, "Nyo?"

Niyo shook his head, blinked his eyelids a few times quickly, and immediately jumped up from the ground when he saw me, and grabbed my shoulder, "Doctor Leoutier! I finally found you."

I gathered the materials in one hand and raised my free hand to remove the hands he was holding on my shoulders, and asked gently: "You should be at the base, it's so late and I'm in a hurry to find Me, what's the matter?"

"Two things," Niyo said solemnly, stretching out two fingers, "Do you want to listen to private matters or business matters first?"

"Private business."

Niyo was obviously stunned for a moment, and it took him a long time to react. He scratched his head with a dry smile, "...I thought you would want to listen to business first, and you have prepared a lot of arguments."

"My intuition tells me that I won't be particularly willing to hear about your 'official affairs'." I walked to the teleportation platform with a smile, and patted him on the back from behind, "Let's talk while walking."

"Personal matters are not really important, but it's really a wish of mine!" Niyo and I stood on the teleportation platform and moved down, shaking our hands exaggeratedly, "If possible, please let me see How is the vicious virus infected person doing now? I heard that he is very close to you, I want to see how you get along with each other. "

"My colleagues have written a lot of research reports, can't I ask them to read them?"

"That's impossible!" Niyo's face suddenly became serious, "As long as I haven't seen the things written on the paper, I won't believe it."

"Is this your professional code?" I stepped off the teleportation platform, turned around and asked him with a smile.

Niyo nodded complacently, "Of course, I am quite serious about my work."

"You go to rest later, and come to the isolation room for people infected with malignant virus to find me tomorrow morning." I agreed to his request, and at the same time put forward my conditions: "But you have to promise me that tomorrow you will Everything you see must be kept strictly confidential, and it is not allowed to spread, especially not to be discussed in the army."

"Understood." Niyo put his hand on his forehead, "But the researchers in the institute also know these things, what if they spread the word?"

"What comes out of their mouths and what comes out of your mouth are completely different things." I said, "Now you can tell me, why are you in such a hurry?"

Niyo nodded, turned his head and looked around, quickened his pace after confirming that there was no one around, and whispered in my ear, "Did you see the director of Gege's ear today?"

Goggles.This strange name and spelling is the director's surname, and I can't always remember it very well.While thinking about it, I replied, "I remember."

"I just received a gossip here, saying that Director Ge Geerli was very dissatisfied with some of his researchers and planned to clean up the entire research institute. After I told the news to Jiali Miweier, the captain concluded that he was just trying to clean up In fact, I want to bring you down, so let me hurry over to see if I can gather any evidence in your favor, such as his corruption, bribery, eating, drinking, gambling..." Niyo thought for a while.

"Then you're probably a step too late." I squeezed his shoulders and pushed him away, "When I saw him just now, he was followed by two guys who knew he was doing no good. This matter."

"That's not necessarily true." Niyo shook his head and denied my statement. "As long as he hasn't completely torn his face, I can hang around in the research institute. Maybe I can find some evidence that he framed you?"

"Why are you so sure that he framed me?" I asked with a half-smile.

"It's not me who is sure, but Captain Jiali Miweier is very sure." Niyo shrugged, "He said that although you are a hopeless bastard, you are not going to embarrass an old man with a slapped stomach and a bald head. , so he must have done something that made you unhappy first, and you will make him even more unhappy."

"Gary Miville really told you everything." I walked outside the isolation room and pointed to the dormitory where the researchers rested, "Go to room 304 to find my assistant Xinduoli Nujiya and tell her I let you live here, and she will arrange a room for you."

"Thank you very much." Niyo put his hand in front of his waist, bent over and made an exaggerated salute, "After I find my room, can I come and see this patient?" He glanced behind me The transparent observation room door signaled.

"As long as you don't wake him up, you can do whatever you want."

"Don't worry, I won't go in," Niyo assured, patting his chest, "I'll just stand outside to see what he looks like now, and I'll wait for you to bring me to know him better tomorrow morning."