A Doctor's Zombie Feeding Diary

I didn't stay too long in the observation room.Confirming that Gerald wasn't going to give me any response, I went out and settled for dinner.After sorting out the work report and various important documents, I knocked on the glass wall to say good night, and went back to my new room.

Although the room is not big, everything is well-equipped and there is a separate bathroom.After I cleaned myself up, I couldn't help thinking about the way Gerald was staring at me just now.Like other infected people, his eyes are covered with blue veins, and the eye sockets are wider than ordinary people, which looks very scary.He just stared at me with no emotion on his face, didn't understand what I was saying or what I was doing.

I thought back to the physical report I had just read about him.

In fact, in my opinion, the probability of successful treatment of patients with malignant virus infection should be higher than that of benign virus infection in theory, because the malignant virus has transformed their bodies and made their body functions stronger, but Because the nerves of the brain are fragile and cannot withstand such a great pressure, they are turned into inhuman monsters.

It's not like I haven't had this idea before, but these infected people who are caught usually don't survive for three days.They will go crazy within two hours of entering the isolation room, crazily crashing into the isolation wall, scratching their nails and biting their teeth, and will start self-harm to varying degrees.Some would even tear their flesh apart, and the whole isolation room was splashed with blood. The researchers really couldn't stand it, so they had no choice but to free them.

Gerrard might actually be a miracle--if only he remained as quiet as he was now.

If he really wasn't a threat.I thought.I might be able to make further contacts.

But as soon as the idea came up, I dismissed it myself.I still remember the fact that Deb told me he fought the Army for months.

Before dinner, I went to see the mother and daughter Julie again.The little girl seemed to like me very much, and was very happy when she saw me.She probably still didn't understand her situation very well, there was no worry on her face, and her mother seemed to be comforted by her being able to maintain a good mood.So much the better.

I have read Julie's diagnosis and treatment report. Although she has been ill for a month, she is not in a bad condition. If she can maintain a good mood and maintain the energy needed by the body to fight the virus, coupled with appropriate With medicine, maybe there will be a turnaround.

When he was about to fall asleep completely, there was a sound of the bed being moved suddenly from the next door.I opened my eyes without getting up, looked at the ceiling and listened to him.I can vaguely hear the sound of his walking, the footsteps are very light, and it feels like a cat is restraining its steps.I don't know if it's a habit I've developed from being outside for a long time and dealing with the army.

He seemed to be walking up and down the room, without stopping.After this state lasted for a short while, I heard the sound of the tempered barrel turning over.This voice startled many people, and the one who came the fastest was Dai Bu, who made a fuss and asked the people next to him what happened.

I sat up, walked out of the room and made a silent gesture to them. After whispering that there is no need to worry, the boys went back to their rooms with a little fear.

After that he was silent again.I waited for a while before turning over, relaxing and falling asleep.

When I got up the next morning, the first thing I did after washing up was to go to the observation room and check on Gerald's situation.

He was still lying flat on the bed, his eyes were wide open and he was looking upwards, his limbs were casually placed on the bed, and he basically didn't blink much.His skin looked paler than last night, the blood vessels around his eyes and neck were clearly visible, and his chest rose and fell extremely slowly and slightly.His hands were thinner than the rest of his body, and his slender five-fingered fingers looked sickly—what am I talking about.I am a little self-deprecating.He was already a patient.

The steel bucket from yesterday was overturned by the bed, and the water in the bucket overflowed the floor. Although there was a drain in the isolation room, the floor still looked quite wet.

I sat down in the observation room, turned on the communicator and sent Deb to breakfast and brought my share back with him.Then I started talking to him again.

"Today is the second day we met, and it should be the first morning you spent in the institute." I pointed to the French windows beside his bed.The rising sunlight outside the window was passing through the transparent glass window like a sharp knife, and suddenly became soft when it spread over his body.The sunlight slowly climbed up, and when it touched his cheeks, his face turned rosy.

"You don't seem to hate sunlight." I wrote in my notes, "Among the many research reports I've read, it's rare to meet infected people who don't hate sunlight. They always hide in dark corners, shuttle In the dark streets, it is not clear whether it is because the ultraviolet rays will cause damage to their bodies." I looked up at him, "Or maybe you are the only exception?"

Gerald still didn't answer.Of course he couldn't answer.His nervous system, responsible for receiving, analyzing and storing language, is no longer functioning properly.

But he should still be sensitive to sound.This is also my tentative research direction.I feel like I am trying to wake up a vegetative person who has been sleeping for decades, and I can only try to wake up his sleeping mind with trivial words and as much care as possible.

I also tried to do this with the former infected people, let alone whether it worked or not, they would never give me this opportunity to communicate.Like I said before, they will fight fiercely and even kill themselves outright.

"You're unbelievably well-behaved," I said. "Before you turned out like this, you were a well-bred, well-behaved, nice kid—I was just guessing, of course."

He doesn't look very old, and the skeletal analysis report sent also shows his age, probably around 23 or 24 years old.As for the period of his infection, it is preliminarily estimated that it has exceeded sixteen months.

"You must have had a hard time for more than a year." I looked at his thin body, and it was hard to imagine that his body hidden under the clothes was actually fit, strong and muscular. It’s too broken, I’ll get you a new set later.”

I began to describe the structure and staff of the institute to him, and slowly mentioned Julier, "There is a little girl named Julier, who lives downstairs. She is infected with a benign HLM virus Or, lively and cheerful, very beautiful when she smiles, she must be very beautiful when she grows up," I said softly, "if she still has a chance to grow up."

I put down my pen, closed my notebook, and when I turned around, I happened to see Dai Bu walking towards me with a food box.I continued to say to Gerald: "She is a victim of the HLM virus just like you. My goal is to help the virus-infected people to the greatest extent possible, to help them get even the slightest hope of survival. I also hope that Then find out the antibody of the HLM virus one day, and save more patients who are wandering outside." I laughed, "So, I need your help. If there is no accident, we will get along for a long time together. Please give me more advice. "

Deb opened the door and walked in, put the food box on my desk, and asked, "Doctor, what's the matter?"

"Nothing." I thanked him and told him the truth.

"Really?" Deb raised his hand and scratched his head in disappointment.Most of his enthusiasm yesterday seemed to have faded away. He leaned on the glass wall and looked at Gerrard for a while, then heaved a long sigh, "I thought he was a special infected person, at least...he can understand some simple words."

"Not now." I replied lightly.

Dai Bu nodded helplessly, then was taken aback for a few seconds, then turned to me and asked, "Doctor, what do you mean?"

"If we can find a way to alleviate his symptoms, or use drugs and a series of treatments to kill part of the virus in his body, maybe it is possible to recover like a benign infection." I explained, "Although the possibility Scary low, but better than hopeless."

"It would be great if that's the case." Deb leaned against my table, folded his hands in front of his chest, his lower lip was pursed up to blow the wind, the broken hair on his forehead was blown up and down, it looked very interesting Very, "I'll go back and work out a treatment plan with other people. If he is willing to obediently let us carry out the treatment, maybe it will really work."

"Our medicine can only play a supporting role and delay the onset of the virus. Most of the patients who recovered before were still relying on the antibodies produced by their own body functions." I opened the notes again and raised my chin to him, "You Go get busy, remember to show me the treatment plan after you have made it."

"it is good."

"Wait a minute." When Deb was about to step out the door, I stopped him.

"Is there anything else, doctor?" Deb asked back with his half-stretched right foot.

"Find a new set of clothes and send them to the isolation room." I raised my pen and nodded in Gerald's direction, "Look at what size he wears, and find a looser set."

"Probably about the same size as you?" Dai Bu touched his chin and thought for a while, "We are all used to wearing clothes that automatically adjust the size, only you like loose fabrics. Well, I remember you have a spare set of clothes that are always on In the research institute, I haven’t worn it for several months, why don’t you just give it to him? Anyway, I don’t think you will wear it again.”

I don't think of such a thing very much, so I don't mind too much, "Okay."

"Then I'll be busy with other things. If you have anything to do, just contact me."

I wasn't in a hurry to continue talking to Gerald after Deb left.After opening the food box, an aroma of cheese hit my face. I picked up the tableware and fiddled with the nutritious vegetables in the food box a few times, but saw an unexpected scene.

Gerald probably turned his gaze to this side after I opened the food box. After I picked up the tableware, I got up and walked directly to the glass wall, with my palms on the glass, my forehead against the glass wall, and my eyes Unblinking against me - or rather, my food box.

I couldn't help laughing out loud.