A Doctor's Zombie Feeding Diary

After that, Niyo happily piled up all the tableware and sent them to the kitchen, threatening that he could clean up the kitchen as a thank you for taking him in.I just hope he doesn't break any utensils, and then programs the self-cleaning machine to clean up the mess Niyo left behind after toiling with the little thing.

It's the same problem before bed, I have to give Gerald a bath.Although his cooperation is quite high, it does not mean that taking care of his daily life is an easy task, especially I have to slowly teach him how to do it by himself.

After pushing him into the bathroom, I turned around and closed the door to prevent the air that had become quite cold from slipping in. Then I leaned against the door and tugged on Gerald's collar, "Little bastard, I can't be so meticulous all my life." Take good care of you, even if you never recover, I will be unable to do what I want one day. So please at least learn to undress yourself from today, okay?"

While speaking, I unbuttoned his coat, gestured to him a few gestures, then grabbed his wrist and put his hand on the corner of his own coat.

Following my gesture, Gerald lowered his head, pulled the fabric of his clothes awkwardly a few times, and finally squeezed out the first button. The specific method is not easy to express in words, and I almost restrained myself. I couldn't help but want to laugh out loud.

After he had gone through a lot of painstaking efforts to undo the buttons and take off the whole suit along the sleeves, I held him by the shoulders and made him turn around, and checked the scars on his back.

After discovering these wounds for the first time, I started to give him medicine regularly. The wounds that should be healed have been completely healed, and the new pink tender flesh looks extremely fragile. It may take a while to become similar to other wounds. The skin on the site is as flexible.Most of the scars have also fallen off, not as scary as before, and there is still hope that they will return to a smooth appearance.It is probably because he has not exercised in a large range for several months. The muscles buried under his skin seem to be weaker than before, and the feeling of pressing them with his fingers is no longer so strong and tough. Some fat can grow on the stomach.

I snorted and laughed, checked the old injuries again, and after confirming that there was no need to continue to apply medicine, I let go of the hand that had been holding his shoulder to restrain his movements.When he turned around, he still gestured with his eyes: "Pants."

He took off his pants much more smoothly than his clothes.I thought about it while observing his series of actions.After he took off his shoes and socks, I pressed the regulator, introduced warm water into the sink, let Gerald stand in, and began to clean his body.

I vaguely remember when I was quite young more than ten years ago, I was actually not as patient as I am now.What changed me, when did I start to like a slow pace and a calm environment, I can't remember these things clearly, I can't even remember when I was in the army with Carrie Miville At that time, what did I look like.I didn't leave too many photos and videos. I can probably find my graduation records in the school's database, and maybe one or two photos are still on that file.Maybe they have replaced the database long ago or not.

I made Gerald sit in the sink, intending to pass him the towel and let him try to wipe himself, but when I saw his blank eyes, I felt a pang of resignation.Reason told me that I shouldn't pamper him like this, I should let him experience life independently, instead of making him accept my care in a disguised way.But I don't know if it's because of the news report I just heard, or maybe it's because I recalled in just a few seconds when I was his age, something that I almost completely forgot—— No matter what the reason was, no matter how unreasonable the reason was, I met his almost helpless eyes, and suddenly I didn't want to do that.

I lowered my head and thought for a long time. In an almost struggling mood, I gave up the idea of ​​continuing to force myself. I rolled up my sleeves and began to clean up the body for him like every time, like taking care of a child. every place.

Gerald cooperated with me quietly and obediently, but just as I was about to finish, he suddenly raised his hand, and the water droplets he lifted up splashed all the way on me along with his movements, soaking my hair and coat collars.

I withdrew my hand to wipe off the drops of water that had slid down my forehead and the bridge of my nose, and looked at Gerald.I dare say that his current expression is not at all confused, it is completely deliberate and mischievous playing with me.

I narrowed my eyes and smiled at him, lightly threw the towel on his head, stretched out my hand and pinched his side hard.

Gerald was so shocked that he immediately moved his body in the opposite direction and twisted his body greatly. The movement of his body in the pool brought out a large piece of warm water, which splashed all on my legs.Anyway, I don't care too much about how wet I am now, so I just propped myself up on my knees and grabbed his waist on the other side again.

The feeling felt like this was probably painful and itchy, and he shrank again, trying to stand up, but his feet slipped, and he fell back into the pool again.When he fell down, he brought a small wave of water again, rushing towards me directly. I raised my hand to block it, but still failed to protect my hair from being completely wet.

The hair tails stuck to my forehead and eyelids was uncomfortable, so I wiped my face with my hand, pushed my hair back, put my hands on the edge of the pool, and watched Gerald fall into the pool with great difficulty Standing up, he smiled happily.

"Why are you looking at me like this?" I raised my eyebrows to meet his gaze, "Aren't I as embarrassed as you now?"

Gerald leaned against the wall of the pool on the other side, with his legs bent and his knees on his chest, one hand on the edge of the pool on my side, and the other on the bottom of the pool. His expression can be said to be Panic.

I glanced at his current posture and expression, and a strange emotion slowly crawled into my brain along my nerves, a bit like the feeling of sliding down my throat when tasting wine for the first time, subtle and fascinating .

I looked away, brought a clean towel over again, and held out my hand to him, "Get up, we'll all catch a cold if this continues."

Gerrard rubbed his back against the edge of the pool a few times, his eyes kept scanning me, as if he was sure that I would never continue to bully him, so he raised his arm to hold my hand, and stood up from the pool stand up.

I dried his body for him, took out a set of loose and comfortable clothes from the closet, and threw the top to him first, "I have taught you many times in the past few months, wear it yourself."

Gerald turned over the clothes a few times in his hands, and then put them on his head. I grabbed his arm and helped him tidy up his clothes with a sigh, before letting him put them on slowly. .

After he put on all his clothes and I opened the door to let him stand out, I began to tidy myself up slowly, and I could have time to sort out my messy emotions by the way.

I feel a headache, probably not a physical problem.The definition of headache is quite broad and multi-purpose, and I can't say exactly what kind of state I am in now, but I don't feel tired, and I just feel funny when I think of what happened just now.

When I walked out of the bathroom, Gerald was lying flat on the bed, his eyes open and he didn't know what he was looking at.I frowned, pulled him up from the bed, touched his still wet hair, "If you sleep like this, tomorrow will definitely not be very comfortable." I took out the dryer from the locker and put it on the bedside table up, with Gerald resting the back of his neck on my lap, with the top of his head facing the dryer, "but I'm not sure if someone with a vicious virus like you would be physically stressed in this situation That’s it, it’s never wrong to be careful.”

Gerald looked up at me with his eyes open, opened his mouth slightly, and uttered a short syllable from his throat with difficulty and dryness: "Huh..."

He looked uncomfortable when he made a sound, probably because he hadn't used his voice for a long time, which made it extremely difficult for him to make a sound. If he continued to make a sound like this, his throat would definitely be sore and swollen tomorrow.

I stroked his half-wet hair a few times and asked softly, "What do you want to say?"

"Yeah..."

I looked at his increasingly uncomfortable expression, patted his forehead lightly, and said: "Don't worry, take your time, there is no need to force yourself like this, when you can really speak, no matter how much you want to say, I will I will definitely listen from the beginning to the end." I gently rubbed his forehead with my thumb, "No matter what you want to say, I will be willing to listen."

He muttered a few weird syllables in his throat again, and finally gave up on this behavior, his expression gradually became sleepy, and he fell asleep in my arms under the warm temperature of the dryer.

I kept this position for a while, and after confirming that his hair was completely dry, I let him lie flat on the bed and exited the room.

When I walked out the door, I saw Niyo leaning on the corridor, fiddling with his terminal, and his eyes lit up when he saw me coming out, "My beloved Mr. Doctor, you are finally out!"

"Can you unify the address you call me?" I asked helplessly, "If you are shouting like this outside, I don't know who you are calling."

"Don't worry about these unimportant details." Niyo shrugged, and then showed me the terminal, "It's Jiali Miweier who is looking for you. He said that he has time in two days to Come with Dr. Conordo and ask when it is more convenient for you."

"I'm going to the Virus Research Association tomorrow, and I'll be back in the afternoon or evening. You tell him that I will always be there the day after tomorrow, and he can come anytime."

"Yes, sir." Niyo nodded repeatedly with a long tail, and after replying a few messages, he raised his head and asked me, "Where do I sleep, sir?"

"floor."

Niyo responded to my reply with contemptuous eyes.

I laughed and pointed to a door on his left back, "That's the guest room. It's fully equipped and has a bathroom. It used to be Jiali Miweier, so you can sleep in that room."

Niyo's expression became excited. He rubbed his hands, nodded at me perfunctorily, and rushed in impatiently, probably looking for some small things that Jiali Miweier might have left behind.

However, with Jiali Miweier's good habits, there can only be a few scraps of paper at most.I shook my head and walked back to the room.