A Doctor's Zombie Feeding Diary

"Uh, well...it's inconvenient to tell you, Mr. Little, it's just a small conflict between adults, and it will be resolved soon." Niyo made a poor excuse in an unsteady tone, "How about me and The doctor went out and said?"

"I want to hear it." Zelln said with a polite tone, but with a firm attitude, "Uncle Leo will let me listen, right?"

I patted his head and said to Niyo: "It's okay, just tell me."

Niyo looked at us in embarrassment, then leaned into my ear and asked, "Isn't that good? He's... the son of that person. If he finds out about this kind of thing, if it gets to the ears of the higher-ups, it will be a big deal." It's hard to calm down, isn't it?"

"They don't care about this." I smiled slightly mockingly, "Wherever I do research, it's all research, and it's all for the HLM virus. It doesn't make any difference to the government whether you stay in this institute or not."

"But, it's not good for your reputation." Niyo pointed to the communicator on my desk, remembering that a fire seemed to be lit behind his back, "News like this will spread quickly in just a few minutes. Everywhere! When the time comes, if he talks nonsense and makes up a damned reason, who will know exactly what happened?"

"It's useless for you to be so flustered now." I patted his arm to comfort him. "Let's wait until he issues the order in the afternoon."

"No, no, I must take countermeasures." Niyo began to turn around in circles habitually, but before turning a few times, he leaned against the wall in a dizzy manner, and shook his head before waking up, " Otherwise, if even I can't help you with these messy things here, what should I do if Jiali Miweier kicks me out of the door when I go back!" He grabbed his hair, "—God!"

Probably because he thought it was funny, Zelln chuckled.

I glanced at Gerald, he watched Niyo jumping up and down without moving, his expression was no longer as dazed as before, but returned to his usual emotionless state.

"It doesn't matter." I told Niyo, "I am in the research institute mainly because it is convenient to take care of those benign virus patients in the clinic. Now that the benign virus has been initially controlled, other people don't need me for treatment alone. I can do well on my own, and they have demonstrated excellent abilities in the past few years, so I don’t have much obsession with staying in the institute, as long as—”

I stopped talking halfway, met Niyo's curious and bewildered eyes, and continued: "As long as I can take away this guy in the isolation room, I can leave here without any regrets, Carrie Miville I won't tell you either."

"But it's not realistic." Niyo said with his mouth tilted, "Although this guy was sent by Jiali Miweier to do research for you, he has already been marked with the number [-], which belongs to the research institute. The director won't be happy to let you take him away. Although Hua said it's hard to hear, but he is in such a special situation, has such a good personality, and doesn't cry or make trouble. In the eyes of the director, he is probably the most suitable test subject. "

I smiled lightly, "When I leave for two or three days, you won't describe him like that."

"I don't understand why this guy only listens to you. Did you use a whip and a candy?" Niyo spread his hands with a strange and confused expression, "You Do you know that you now look like those aunts who work hard all day in the urban orphanage with a little boy on the left hand and a little girl on the right? Or that old dean who smiles all day long and has a kind face on his face. Speaking of which, the last time I went to It’s been two or three years since I did the interview, I’ll have to check it out again in a while, those little guys are very cute.”

I snorted and didn't speak.

"Okay, okay, since you look so old-fashioned, it's useless for me to be anxious. I really don't know what I'm anxious about. Someone doesn't appreciate it at all." He whimpered and complained After a few sentences, he compromised: "Okay, one last question."

"Say."

"Ask Mr. Peter Dale." He squinted at me, and then asked Zelln kindly: "Sir, do you know the age of the gentleman next to you?"

Zelln nodded and said, "I know."

Niyo was stunned for a moment, "You know? Where did you know?"

Zelln was also taken aback for a moment, "I thought you wanted to say something else by asking this question."

"Ah, no," Niyo came back to his senses with excitement on his face, "I just want to ask this question, literally—how old is he?"

I smiled and looked at his smug face and beaming eyes, still watching him perform this play in silence, and by the way, took out the communicator and sent a text message to Carrie Miville, so that he would have time to take care of this curiosity Exuberant young man, otherwise, he might have another major incident in the future.

Zern blinked, but shook his head unexpectedly, "You are so familiar with Uncle Leo, and he didn't tell you, which proves that he doesn't want to tell you, so I can't say either."

Hearing what he said, Niyo took a deep breath, and taught in a serious tone: "Children should be naughty, and they should fight against adults. They can make small reports or something, and sometimes they can have candies. What a miserable childhood you gentlemen's children have had."

Jiali Miweier also replied to my text message at this time, with two simple and clear words, quite in his style: beat him.

I laughed uncontrollably, and stretched out my hand in front of Niyo to block his remaining words, "Don't spoil him."

"Where did I spoil him?" Niyo raised his hands and shouted, "I'm passing on the experience of the elders!"

"Zeln still has an observation report to write, so I don't have time to chat with you. If you have this spare time, you might as well go to Mr. Director to toss around, maybe you can get the first-hand information you want."

"That's true." Niyo withdrew his hands and put them in his trouser pockets, shrugged, "I always feel that the two men who are with him these days are not good-looking, and they are not good people at first glance."

"If you don't look good, you must be a bad person?" I raised my eyebrows and asked, "And they are obviously pretty good-looking."

"You don't understand this. You know people, you don't know your face, you don't know your heart, God is watching," Niyo stretched out his hand and drew a circle on the top of his head, "Bad people should be punished, so no matter how good-looking a person is, as long as his heart is dirty , people will think he looks ugly."

"False." I cursed with a smile.

Only then did Niyo sway his body a few times, picked up his things and stepped out of the observation room in two or three steps, probably continuing to follow the information from the director.

"He's so interesting." Zelln said to me, his expression mixed with regret and envy, and he followed Niyo's back with expectant eyes, "I don't have anyone as interesting as him around me."

"You will have the opportunity to travel around the world." I took him into my arms and gently kneaded his soft earlobes a few times. "You will meet all kinds of people in different places and get acquainted. Meet different friends, live with them, and share the fun they have experienced.”

"really?"

I nodded affirmatively, then turned to look at Gerald, who was lying on the glass wall and staring at me quietly.I only felt helpless for a while, recalling his changes during this period, the sadness that had always existed brewed in the air and settled into a more jerky appearance.

"It should be the right of everyone to be able to live freely." I whispered to Zelln, "Even if it is difficult to achieve it now, I hope you will not give up. If you have a firm goal, one day I will find my own way."