A Doctor's Zombie Feeding Diary

"Huh?" I froze for a moment, then laughed again, and nodded slightly to him, "Yes."

"I like him too, he's not scary at all." Zelln continued to shake his legs, raised his head and smiled politely and sincerely at Gerald, "Good morning, Gerald."

Gerald grabbed my sleeve with his backhand, lowered his head and looked at Zelln, muttered a few times, and answered him in an obscure and vague way: "Morning...?"

Zelln didn't seem to expect him to respond, and was so surprised that he didn't speak for a long time.I patted Gerald on the shoulder, let him sit down on the other end of the sofa, and explained to Zelln: "He is still in the process of recovery, and he doesn't understand the meaning of many words. Say some basic syllables, don't speak too fast when you speak to him, and he should be able to understand part of it."

"Uncle, you are amazing." Zelln maintained a surprised expression on his face, and praised me earnestly, "The teachers at the school always told us that there is no hope of treatment for patients with malignant viruses, so the army Kill them all straight away."

Hearing what he said, I frowned and asked, "Your school still teaches you this?"

Zelln nodded, "The teacher said that the infected people are the source of the virus. If all of them are eliminated, no more people will be infected. I don't think it's right to say that, because uncle, you told me that even if the patient is seriously ill No matter how serious it is, you still have the right to live, so I don't quite understand what the teacher said."

"You didn't refute your teacher, did you?"

"No, because my father always told me, don't impulsively refute others when you are not sure about things." Zelln shook his head, "The teacher also said, because I don't know how far the virus will spread. , so tell us everything that needs to be told, so that if danger occurs in the future, we can also have the ability to judge for ourselves."

"It's right to protect yourself at all times." I patted his head, put away the expression on my face that would make my little nephew feel uneasy, and then turned around and grabbed Gerrard with one hand and wanted to reach out The hand holding the pastry pinched his cheeks on both sides and asked, "Have you washed?"

Gerrard was pinched by my chin, and blinked in a daze.

I sighed, turned around and said to Zelln, "I'll take him to wash his face first, and you can sit here for a while, okay? If you're bored, watch your favorite channel for now, and we'll get off right away."

"Okay, uncle." Zelln obediently agreed, turned around and sat on the sofa cushion with his knees, threw himself on the back of the sofa and picked up the remote control of the host.

I reckoned that he should be fine by himself, so I put my arms around Gerald's neck, and pulled him upstairs together, asking him to tidy himself up first, so as not to leave a messy image for other people's little boy .

The HLM virus just appeared four or five years ago. At that time, Zeln was still very young. During the few years of his real education, the virus has been spreading and oppressing everyone's nerves. So in fact, he started from being ignorant Some ideas about the HLM virus have been accepted.I don't know how children are taught in schools now, but I'm not sure if teaching all children that a person with a vicious HLM virus infection is incurable will make a difference in the future.

For example, the little girl named Julier. Although her father, Mr. Aiden, is a member of the wasteland siege team, his philosophy should follow Carrie Miville, and he will not treat patients with malignant viruses as human beings.So even if he occasionally talked to his daughter about the HLM virus, he probably wouldn't say "kill them all" to her.

As I thought about it, I watched Gerald slowly rubbing the toothbrush in his mouth.This is the speed that I have finally corrected. When he first started to hold the toothbrush, he often hurt himself because he could not grasp the strength, so I guided him to slow down. to the lining of the mouth and gums.

When I handed him the towel, he stared at me with wide eyes for a long time, then opened his mouth and squeezed out a syllable from his throat: "Morning...?"

I didn't react quickly, and my thinking paused for a few seconds before I realized that he was still imitating the good morning that Zeln said to him just now.This phrase is not complicated, it is something we say almost every day, but it is not necessarily so easy for him to understand.It is easy to say this phrase, but it may take a while for him to fully understand the meaning and usefulness of this sentence.

I smiled at him, put my palm on the back of his hand, controlled him to raise his hand, and wiped his face with a towel, "Good morning. I actually say this to you every morning, and I don't know how you Do you understand? This sentence means welcoming a new day, and at the same time sincerely wishing the other party a good morning and a happy day ahead."

I explained slowly, and I didn't deliberately force him to understand immediately.In fact, I personally think that his mind should be receiving these information all the time, but just like digesting food in his stomach, he still needs more time and experience to decompose the words that are transmitted to his mind.Since he can only call me by my name, it means that he actually knows that the name Leoutier represents only me.He has the ability to judge, but needs more communication.

I held his hand to let him wash his face, then took the towel back and threw it into the washer beside him.He was still looking at me, but his expression was calmer than before, and he didn't try to speak again.

"Staying with me in this place all day long, you should be quite lonely." I looked at him for a while, and felt an inexplicable sourness in my heart that couldn't be concealed, and said helplessly, "No matter how meticulous I am Even if I take care of your mood in every detail, I can't fully understand you... and no matter how you say it, there is a certain age gap between us, even if your thinking is normal, I probably can't keep up with your thinking. "

I smiled, turned on the cleaner on the sink, set it for automatic cleaning, and led him out of the bathroom.

When we went downstairs again, Zelln was watching a news program. I rarely watch these channels, so I don’t know much about them.After he saw us go downstairs, he still waved like he did when he came.

"What do you do at home when you're not in school?" I tossed the pastry to Gerald and asked Zelln casually.

"I like to read books, and occasionally play games." Zelln raised his hands and gestured, "Dad bought me a holographic cabin some time ago, and it feels pretty good."

"Aren't you going out?"

"There's no chance." Zelln shook his head and said, "Dad said it's not safe outside now, and if I go out too often, I may be in danger, so let me stay at home as much as possible."

"Your father is right." I agreed, and after thinking about it, I added, "Especially during this time."

"why?"

I smiled and didn't answer him, but started a new topic: "Did the teacher read the observation report you brought back last time?"

"I've seen it." Zelln was a little excited when he said this, "The teacher said that uncle, you are a very powerful expert, and so many virus patients who are recovering should thank you... But she also said that you are targeting malignant The treatment of virus patients is useless. But she still gave me a high score for the observation report, and asked me to make persistent efforts and learn more from you."

"It's good if you can get a high grade." I said, "What about your other classmates? What did they write?"

"Most of them came to conclusions when I watched the news with my parents." Zelln told me, "Compared with doctors, everyone admires soldiers fighting on the front line, such as your friend, uncle, um... that's A captain whose name is hard to remember."

"Carrie Miville?"

"Yes." Zelln nodded. "Everyone thinks he is handsome and capable. He is very powerful. Last time he gave a speech at the press conference, many students watched the live broadcast."

I chatted with Zeln for a long time. Talking to him made it rare for me to think too much about problems, and being able to get a proper relaxation also made me feel a lot happier.Gerrard also seemed to like him very much, at least he didn't show any repulsive emotions, and the atmosphere was harmonious from beginning to end.

Zeln can't stay long, he has to leave in the afternoon, and I can't worry his parents too much.Before he left, I stopped him.

"Take this to your father." I squatted down, keeping my gaze level with him, and handed him the things in my hand, "Tell him, let him recuperate well, and don't tire himself out."

"Dad will be very happy—although he always has a straight face, and he can't see how happy he is." Zelln took the box I handed him and asked curiously: "What is this?"

"A little gift," I said. "Make sure your dad opens it with his own hands. Don't let anyone else take it from you. He'll know what I mean." I stroked his side hair again , "Next time you come, remember to share with me more about the school."

"Okay, I will." Zelln seriously agreed, "Can I come back after a while?"

"Anytime." I promised.