A Doctor's Zombie Feeding Diary

I stared at him motionless, astonished in my heart like a billowing billow.I could barely tell if my hearing was still sharp, and I wasn't even sure I understood the syllable he uttered correctly—until he repeated it again.

"Le... o... L..."

He frowned, his facial muscles shrunk slightly, and his lips moved in a jerky way. He repeated the syllable with difficulty and vaguely, constantly trying to express clearly to me.

I turned my body sideways, raised my head slightly to look at his serious and slightly blank expression, stretched out my hand to hold the lower part of one of his cheeks, let him look directly at me, and tried to make the movement of the mouth clear and easy to understand. Teach him syllable by syllable: "Leo, Teal. My name is Leo Teal."

"Le..."

"Leo."

"Le..." Gerald's voice still sounded dry and harsh, but at this moment, I don't think there is any sound that is more beautiful than his hard work, "Leo..."

"Yes." I encouraged with a gentle voice, "Leo. Leo Dier."

"La... Ou..." He looked as if something was choking his throat, and he worked hard for a long time before he uttered an obviously wrong syllable: "Tue..."

I couldn't help chuckling, and corrected him patiently: "Du, duil. Not Tue."

"...Tuei."

These weird syllables he kept uttering made me feel relieved and laugh at the same time. I couldn't help laughing, so I tried to restrain myself from laughing too much while continuing to correct his pronunciation.

I tried for a long time, and Gerald took the trouble to follow me, but it didn't seem to have much effect. He still couldn't pronounce the last syllable of my name correctly.At the same time, I also noticed that the voice from his throat was getting dry and weak, so I could only give up temporarily and brought him a glass of water from the side for him to drink slowly.

I quietly watched the ups and downs in his throat caused by swallowing movements, and my emotions were too complicated to express.

After he finished drinking the clear water in the cup, I withdrew my hand and put the cup aside, still keeping my head up, stretched out my fingers and tapped his forehead twice, trying to say something to him, it seemed like another moment I couldn't find the right vocabulary for a while.My brain seems to have slowed down, like an old clock, walking slowly with the magnitude and frequency of lingering breath, making all the knowledge I had before sink into the sea and disappear without a trace.

I replaced my index finger with my thumb, and gently pressed and rubbed the skin on his forehead a few times with the pulp of my thumb. Feeling that the skin under my finger was much smoother than it was a few months ago, I secretly sighed in my heart. The detailed arrangements for his diet and nutrition over the past few months are indeed correct.Then I slid my fingers down and kneaded the area of ​​his eyebrows a few times. The thickest part felt a little prickly to the touch, like a mass of soft fluff, and the feeling of curling up under my fingertips was subtle and comfortable.

Below that are his eyes, which I have observed many times.His pale skin, which has become extremely fragile due to infection with the HLM virus, still has an almost transparent morbidity, but his eyes are much more energetic than when I just saw him, and are no longer shrouded in darkness like before and gloom.After his hair was cut short, he has gradually gotten used to looking at all of us at the same level, instead of just watching everyone passing by him coldly from the gaps in his hair like when he was just sent to the research institute.

His cheeks began to turn rosy, and he couldn't talk about complete health, but at least he had color, and he finally looked like a living person.His lips also turned bloody like his cheeks. When I gently put my fingers on it, it felt a bit like soft glue that I hadn't used for a long time, not as soft as I imagined but full of elasticity.

During the period when he was just sent to the research institute, I even suspected that he would be like other infected people, struggling painfully on the verge of death and survival, unable to get out of the chaotic state, but had to live instinctively.But after such a long period of time, he is gradually understanding every word I said, gradually trying to wake up as a person again, gradually fighting more fiercely with the virus in his body, and gradually regaining his consciousness.

Now, he can even speak my name.

I silently recalled all the changes in him in the past few months, and felt dazed and sad, as if the sweetness and bitterness of carefully brewed spirits filled my whole body at the same time.This glass of wine is dominating my thoughts and gradually sinking, rolling up my consciousness and thinking and sinking deeply under the violent vortex.

"Lai...Ou."

I was awakened by his call, and when I looked up at him again, he was trying to call my name again: "Leo... Ti..."

I laughed, and lightly touched his head twice, "Just call him Leo, don't force yourself. It's just a title, as long as I know you're calling me, it's enough." I put the back of my hand and the knuckles of my fingers The part slid across his face, and said softly: "I'm waiting for the day when you can correctly pronounce my name."

Gerald tilted his head, pressed his cheek against the palm that I hadn't had time to withdraw, half-closed his eyes, and paused for a few seconds as if feeling the temperature of my palm, then raised his head to look at me again, and shouted again: "Leo."

His name is still inaccurate, and because he hasn't made a sound for a long time, his vocal cords can no longer adapt to such frequent vibrations, and the sound he makes is not very pleasant.I thought about some medicines that can be used for vocal cord auxiliary treatment, and brought him a glass of water again, and raised my hand for him to drink.

The data on the monitor is still the same, and I still haven't found anything I want, not to mention that at this moment, I don't have the energy to pay attention to these data that will basically not change.

After he drank the second glass of water, I still stared at him and met his gaze, for a moment it was as if I was standing in his angle.I wondered about many things, such as whether he would think when he was looking at me like this, and if he could, what would he be thinking when he was looking at me.I have a sound mind and the ability to think and analyze things logically, but he can't. Even if I can guess, I can't personally experience his thoughts when his thoughts are fuzzy.

I felt a dull pain in my chest, and along with my beating heart, this dull pain beat in my chest cavity like a drumbeat, gradually paralyzing my blood one after another.

"Gerald." I called his name, tilted my head and watched him make the same movements as me, smiled for a while, and said, "I think you can probably understand some of my words now."

After saying this, I felt speechless again, so I could only give a wry smile helplessly, accepting the fact that I had almost lost all expressive ability.

"But even if you can understand what I'm saying, you probably can't understand my current mood." I leaned back in the chair, feeling a little tired, "Seeing you gradually recovering like this, I don't think it makes any sense to do anything." report, or get any honorable and enviable medals. But I still don't know why you can recover, what is the difference between you and other infected people..." I shook my head , smiled again: "In any case, I am very happy that you can gradually recover like this. Even if you can't find the answer here, I can continue to find more ways to help other people infected with vicious viruses."

I was silent for a few seconds, then slowly said: "But to me, you are different from them, Gerald."

Gerald was tugging at my collar once in a while, and seemed to have a fondness for playing around with it.But his eyes were still on me, so I could be sure he was still listening.

"From the doctor's point of view, I hope to help all HLM virus patients, hope to see them become conscious again, hope that they can feel the care and love of their family members again, and hope that they can live healthily in this world again. In the world." I stared at his dark pupils, "From my personal point of view, I hope to see you recover, I hope to know what it will be like when you have full consciousness, and I hope to understand your consciousness more thoroughly. Thoughts, but also hopes—"

I smiled and grabbed his hands fiddling around my shoulders and neck, "Okay, stop messing around."

"...Leo." I heard him call again in a weak voice.

"Don't call yourself an addict." I couldn't help laughing, stretched out my hands and patted the side of his face, and suddenly thought of Jiali Miweier and Niyo who were still downstairs, "It's really not good to keep you idle every day." Well, this is boring, you need to do something. I have a small exercise room in the basement of my villa, which I used to maintain my physical activity when I was still living here a lot.” I Thinking back to the size and internal facilities of the training room, "In two days, I will ask Jiali Miweier to transfer some non-injury training firearms from the army, and let you play with them in your hands."

I smiled and raised my eyebrows at him, "I've always been curious about what they said about you being good at using these devices, and it just so happens that this is also an opportunity for me to see with my own eyes how the body functions of a person infected with a vicious virus. To what extent it can be achieved, it will save you from excess energy every day."

Gerald was still tugging at my sleeve. I was about to speak, but I heard an alarm coming from the terminal connector. I froze for a moment, and immediately turned my head to look at the monitor.