A Doctor's Zombie Feeding Diary

Conordo kept himself locked in the laboratory all afternoon, making more judgments and proofreading on the laboratory reports and blood samples.After I dealt with Niyo's negotiations with ZZ, I also went to help him. With me by his side, he could understand more clearly the meaning of some numbers and abbreviations in these reports.His fanaticism in research career is a bit beyond my imagination. It is almost the same as Niyo who suddenly heard new information. He belongs to the type that cannot stop once he is involved in something.

However, I didn't stay with him for a long time. He insisted on exploring more questions that he didn't quite understand. One person remained in the laboratory.He and Gary Miville have also known each other for many years, and he has been following Gary Miville since he became the captain of the brigade, so I am not worried about what he will do in my laboratory.

After Niyo started to try to decipher the two documents with ZZ, Jiali Miweier stayed with him all the time, but I seemed to have nothing to do throughout the afternoon.But I was quite happy to be so idle, just to have time to take Gerald and continue to bask in the sun in the garden.

He gave me a pleasant surprise today.According to my speculation, he will indeed gradually restore his thinking system, but I didn't expect that he would regain his language ability so quickly, let alone that the first word he uttered after opening his mouth would be my name.Although he may not be able to answer my questions and words, it proves that he is making progress and following my guidance to activate the brain function step by step.On the other hand, it means that his body has gradually acquired the ability to fight against the HLM virus, but since we came back, I have been doing some simple physical examinations for him, including blood sampling, but it has always been No effective antibodies were found.The only thing that is certain is that his condition is indeed in the process of recovery, and while the HLM virus in his body is gradually weakening, his physical function has not declined, and has always remained at the one with the highest virus efficiency. period.

This is another thing worth documenting and studying, and it would be amazing if Gerald's body was as strong as it was when it was infected after a complete recovery.However, I still don't really understand the principles, and it will take more time and effort to find out the answers to these questions slowly.

During dinner, Conordo told me that he would like to stay in the laboratory at night. After I nodded in agreement, I said to Niyo: "You probably haven't finished the cracking on your side. Anyway, the room is quite big. You and Carrie Miville is more than enough for two people to live together. But tomorrow morning you have to go to the Virus Research Association's clubhouse. If you don't finish it in a while, leave it to ZZ to do it. Don't go to bed too late. Connor Too."

"Don't worry." Niyo quickly finished the soup in the bowl, put down the bowl and exhaled heavily, "We're progressing pretty fast, and we should be able to finish it today."

I glanced at Jiali Miweier's still expressionless face, couldn't help laughing twice, and shook my head after they looked over, "It's okay."

In the evening, I sent Gerald back to the room and took another look at Conordo. When he saw me coming in, he still looked serious and told me not to worry about him, he would go to rest soon.I knew that he probably couldn't be persuaded anymore by his appearance, so I nodded my head and didn't stop his surging heart.

My body clock is very punctual, and I wake up at the same time almost every day, unless I am really tired the night before, or something disrupts my schedule, and I will need to use a time chime.But because Jiali Miweier and the others will go out to the association's clubhouse very early, I set the time report and planned to get up half an hour earlier than usual.

That's why I was a little surprised when I woke up in a daze the next morning and felt a burst of pressure on me before I heard the chime.

It wasn't until I slowly opened my eyes, let my eyesight gradually return to normal, and saw Gerald sitting on top of me, that I felt relieved.

"What are you doing again?" I asked.Probably because I just woke up, my voice sounded extremely sticky, my throat was vague and magnetic as if it had been separated by a membrane, and my tone was much lower than usual.

I glanced at the timer beside me. It was not yet 05:30, and the window was still filled with dim colors. With the help of such an insignificant and weak light source, I couldn't even see Gerald's facial features clearly.

He ignored my question and still put his hands on my side and sat on my lap.In the light reflected from the glass window, I saw him staring at me with blurry eyes.

I closed my eyes again, wanting to take a nap for a while, and didn't plan to pay attention to him.

When my consciousness gradually drifted away again, Gerald seemed dissatisfied with my ignoring him, so the center of gravity moved forward, and the body moved forward, driving the buttocks all the way up my thighs and on my waist. Sit on your hips again.

A strong numbness erupted in an instant, winding up my spine from the part he rubbed, rushing into my mind, and I suddenly woke up.

I felt the obvious physical changes, raised a hand and pressed it on my forehead, sighed, and then opened my eyes and looked at him, "If you touch me while I'm asleep like this again, I'll have to think about it." It's locked."

When I opened my eyes, he had already sat up straight, with his center of gravity pressed down, his legs and knees propped up on the bed, and he was sitting steadily on my lower abdomen.Of course, he didn't know what happened, and he might even turn his head to look back because he felt the strangeness below.

I grabbed his forearm with one hand, wrapped his other hand around his waist, and pulled his whole body down, letting his body stick tightly to my chest.But when he turned his head to look at me, and I could feel the temperature of his breath deeply, I realized what a serious mistake this move was.

I can only take a deep breath again, let go of the hand that was holding his forearm, and hug his waist with the other hand, except to let the heat in my body and mind slowly drop by itself. There is no other way.

Probably because this action was really uncomfortable, he moved his legs and adjusted into a more comfortable position.

——But this move stimulated my nerves even more ferociously.I opened my eyes expressionlessly and stared at the ceiling in the darkness.

I can even feel what kind of frequency the blue veins on both sides of my forehead are slowly protruding. This frequency drives the blood in my whole body to gradually boil, passing through my limbs continuously, and finally pouring into it all. My brain is suppressing my bottom line and reason.

Thankfully, he didn't do anything that would further challenge my self-control. He lay quietly on top of me, and his breathing was still peaceful and regular.

It calmed me down a lot and my mind became clearer.I turned my head to look at him. He was resting his forehead on the pillow next to my head, resting his chin on my shoulder, looking at me quietly with sideways eyes.Looking at it from this angle, I can no longer find any resemblance to the infected person from his face. His facial features are handsome and beautiful, and he looks like a young and handsome guy.

I looked away and hugged him silently, and there was a restlessness in the palm of my hand that was attached to his body.I don't know if it was affected by hormones, I felt dizzy in my brain, and a hazy and ambiguous breath sank into my body along my nasal cavity, even the judgment I made began to be doubtful.

I didn't have the mood to go back to sleep, and after my physical condition gradually returned to normal with the passage of time, the timer rang.

I stretched out my hand to turn off the timer, turned my head and glanced at the sky that was gradually turning white, sighed and propped my elbows on the bed, let my body half sit up, leaned against the head of the bed, and looked at the scenery along the road in silence. I got up together with my movements, and Gerald was still sitting on my lap and refused to let go.

For the first time, I began to think carefully about everything I had done during this time, every detail that I might have overlooked long ago, and every change in my mood.I can hardly remember anything, my memory is not that clear, and it is impossible to remember exactly what happened on any given day.But I seem to be able to capture my gradually derailed thoughts, every wave that runs through my mind clearly and truly.

However, I haven't forgotten the purpose of setting the timer, so I temporarily restrained my wandering thoughts, grasped Gerald's waist on both sides with both hands, and gently pushed him away.

This time he was not as difficult as he was in the institute, and he had no intention of resisting at all.I stepped my feet into the shoes, put my hands and arms on my thighs, looked back at him still following me, smiled, and said, "It looks like you should be full of sleep, go wash up, I I'll take you downstairs to make breakfast."

I have also taught him how to use a toothbrush many times in the past two days. The power of that small oral cleaner is not very high, but it is easy to hurt yourself if you use it improperly.So for the time being, I only taught him how to use a toothbrush, and I would stand by and watch. If he can't clean it himself, I can help him a little bit.

I recalled the details of life that I had long forgotten, smiled helplessly, stood up and pulled him up from the bed.