A Doctor's Zombie Feeding Diary

From the second day onwards, I began to receive many messages and newsletter applications, most of which were from the heads of various news reports, hoping to conduct interviews on the release of the benign HLM virus antibody.

Probably Mr. President’s speech played a role. These reporters even took pains to chase here from the research institute. Before that, I really didn’t know that there were so many reporters who knew where I lived.I have always been unwilling to talk about these things, let alone show my face in public, so I took it for granted that I had agreed to do an exclusive interview with Niyo and would not accept interviews from other columns—the only fly in the ointment was that Niyo actually did not accept any interviews. know my decision.

Niyo has been keeping a close eye on the movements of the researchers in the room. As of the third night, he has not found anything unusual.I know it's useless to be anxious about this kind of thing, so I kept my mind calm and sat with him in front of the monitor most of the time.

Gerald has been lying on the soft cushion in Niyo's room for several days in a row, only getting up occasionally to move his body, most of the time he is in a daze with the two of us, and he will stand up and follow me away after the night comes.He hasn't tried to make any noise these days, and there have been some special changes in his behavior, but he seems to be more active than when he was in the research institute, and he would walk upstairs and downstairs twice when we were busy. Bu - he didn't cause us any trouble except for occasionally breaking the vases in the living room.

Speaking of which, I couldn't help laughing. When I heard the sound of the vase breaking for the first time two days ago, I tensed up for a few seconds, worried that Gerald would be frightened or hurt myself.But when I went downstairs, I only saw fragments of vases on the ground. Gerald stood beside the pile of fragments, gently crushing these porcelain pieces with the soles of his feet, and seemed to be having a good time.

I couldn't help laughing for a while, and because of this, when I went upstairs, I got Niyo's eyes as if he was observing a neurological patient.

Early in the morning on our first weekend back in the city, I got a call from Carrie Miville, who told me he would be coming to me with Conordo by noon.After working non-stop for the past few days, Niyo is also a little bit physically and mentally exhausted. Jiali Miweier's visit will probably improve his condition a lot.

After breakfast, Niyo quickly went upstairs to continue his great work. I saw Gerald poking around the plate with a fork, raised his forehead, and said: "You should have adapted to free activities in the past two days, why don't you just take you out for a while?"

Gerald looked at me bewilderedly through the gaps between my fingers, and let the fork fall from his hand.

I withdrew my hand on his forehead and pointed to his plate, "You finish your breakfast first."

After the cleaning robot moved around and took away the tableware on the table, I took him and opened the door of the villa.The sunlight outside the door swayed in in an instant, and passed through the air around us head-on. The light was much more dazzling than the lights in the living room, and instantly illuminated the entire hall.

"It's a nice day," I said, squinting at the sky. "I should have drawn the living room curtains."

I patted Gerald on the back, "I was very curious when I was in the research institute, why don't you hate sunlight? Compared with any other infected person, this is a very special thing." I I took a few steps outside the door, grabbed Gerrard's wrist, and tried to pull his whole body into the embrace of the sun. After seeing his still calm expression, my tone became more determined, "You See, you don't seem to mind the light at all."

Gerald looked at me quietly, his eyes seemed not to be affected by the strong light, and they were still open to the same degree as usual.Standing at his angle, his face is facing the sun, which exposes his entire face to the sun. His skin looks paler than when he was indoors, and it is almost almost transparent. I feel I can even follow the light and see the blood vessels and texture lines under his skin.And his facial features have also become extremely profound, the sun is groping the bridge of his nose and eye sockets, casting a layer of graceful shadows on his face.

"I think the scenery in this garden is pretty good," I said to him. "It's still early, how about a walk?"

The front yard is not too big, and the flowers and plants are arranged quite densely. There are only two winding paths leading to the depths of the garden and the gate. Gerald and I walked slowly side by side on one of the paths, wandering around He stopped when he was near the door.

There is a small grassland under my feet. I don’t really remember what I used this green grassland for at that time, but I always vaguely feel that I seemed to like it here before.

Seeing me stop, Gerald simply squatted down, lowered his head and didn't know what he was looking at. After a while, he stretched out his hand and pulled some grass from the grass, squeezed it in his hand crumble.

"What are you doing?" I asked dumbfounded.

But then I was surprised, because after crushing the blades of grass, he rubbed his palms together and rubbed them several times before putting his hands on the ground and raising his head to observe other positions.

Silently, I pulled him up from the ground, opened his fingers and looked at the condition of his palms, sighed, took out some toilet paper from my pocket, and briefly cleaned his wound.

I have indeed heard that people infected with vicious viruses with good habits will develop the habit of smearing grass leaves on the wounds in the wild. Although this behavior can indeed stop bleeding and pain to a certain extent, the chance of infection is extremely high, basically harmless There is no benefit, and I don't know why he developed this habit, but he must correct it first.

I was thinking about how to deal with his weird and wild bad behavior, when I heard the terminal in my pocket vibrate a few times, reminding me that someone outside the gate rang the calling bell.

Probably Carrie Miville and the others have arrived. I took out the terminal to confirm, and patted Gerald's arm, "You wait here for me, don't move around, do you hear me?"

Immediately after I turned around, there was a pulling force coming from the fabric on the back, and I didn't need to look to know that he must be pulling my clothes again.I turned my head and pulled his hand away, pressed his shoulders to let him sit down on the grass, and said again: "Wait here for me, I'll be right back."

This time he didn't pull me any more, he just watched me from a distance until I couldn't see him anymore.

Only Jiali Miweier and Conordo stood outside the door.I guess he must have brought a few people from his own team, but he should have left in the aircraft.I walked out of the gate, handed each of them a light wave shield, and made way for them first.

"Good morning, Dr. Leotir." Conordo greeted me first.

"Good morning, Dr. Connor." I replied with a smile, and nodded to Carrie Miville at the same time.

"You seem to be leisurely." Jiali Miweier glanced at the garden, "Do you plant grass at home every day?"

"Which time did you come to see me and it didn't look like this?"

Jiali Miweier shook his head, indicating that I misunderstood what he meant, "I mean the rumors outside, including the speculation about the relationship between you and Director Ge Geerli. And your group is also affected The awarding team members, they are probably very busy now, and I don’t know how many family members of the patients would like to meet them to express their gratitude.”

"Isn't that great?" I continued to laugh, "They have the ability to arrange their work and personal time well, which I don't worry about at all."

"Anyway, I'm here this time..." Before he finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed. He turned his head and pushed Conordo away. s attack.

I turned my head and saw Gerald reach out and punch Carrie Meville in the face while grabbing his stomach with the other hand.Carrie Miville's reaction was also very quick. He raised his leg almost the moment Gerrard made a move, blocked Gerrard's hand stretching towards his abdomen with one foot, and leaned back to avoid Gerrard's swift action. punch.

Conordo was pushed unsteadily by Jiali Miweier and fell to the ground. At this time, he was holding his equipment box in shock, and quickly moved back a meter or two, looking at the two of them intently. action.

I originally planned to go up and grab Gerald, but seeing that Carrie Miville could handle it, I chose to stand still out of selfishness, observing them silently.

This is the first time I have seen Gerald show his true strength. His movements are incredibly quick, and every movement of his hands and feet is amazingly powerful. The extreme understanding of the author may not be able to stop him.

It’s been a long time since I’ve seen Gary Miville when he’s moving his body. His body control ability and strength seem to be much stronger than last time, and his whole body shows a very powerful look. Aesthetic feeling is worthy of being the captain of the first battalion of the crusade team. If his parents have seen him like this, they will probably feel extremely gratified and proud.

It wasn't until their fight became more and more intense that Carrie Miville had to stretch out his hand to press the defense system on his waist, planning to give up the gentle method. I took a few steps forward to find the right time, and stretched out my hand to stop Gerrard. I pulled him into my arms, pressed his back against my chest, and restrained his movements with all my strength.

Gerald looked back at me, gave up after a few struggles and continued to toss, and rubbed his forehead against the side of my ear.