A Doctor's Zombie Feeding Diary

At lunch, I entered the isolation room again, and the observation room was still surrounded by so many people.This time I didn't try to let Gerald hold the fork by himself, I kept a happy mood, fed him in a leisurely manner, and walked out of the isolation room with the lunch box—very good, now I don't even need to buy a lunch box It's new.

When I returned to the observation room, I felt that everyone looked at me as if they were looking at a monster.The expressions on their faces told me clearly that they had just watched a mouse enter the cage of a hungry beast, sway around and come back intact.

In fact, I can only be regarded as a breeder at best, and your reaction looks more like a mouse.I muttered maliciously.At the same time, he was inexplicably happy that Gerald was such a terrifying deterrent.As for why I am happy, it is probably the inexplicable sense of pride when I see my pets or children are stronger than others.

I still asked them to write a report to me, and informed them that dinner would be the same, so that they could focus on the treatment of other patients and not waste time with me.Only Xindoli and Dab still insisted on staying with me.

Of course I didn't take what the director said to heart.

After returning to the observation room, I turned on the projector and began to read the reports they wrote last night. Each report was very substantial, and it could be seen that they had a stomach full of thousands of words to vent.These long essays read very similar. They should have been discussed together, and the questions and opinions raised are not much different.

The summary is roughly as follows: Our beloved research director, Dr. Leotier, entered the isolation room of the malignant HLM virus infected person No. 2576 at 8:6 pm on August 6, 47.Everything he did suggested that he was simply insane—of course they didn't dare to write that directly, but it was trying to convey it to me between the lines—and we researchers couldn't believe it.What is even more surprising is that No. 27 does not resist Dr. Leotier's approach. He is physically strong and fierce, but he is extremely gentle when facing Dr. Leotir.We have yet to draw conclusions on whether he is so docile to everyone, but it is worth recording that food can attract him to a large extent, and it seems that as long as holding a chicken leg in hand and matching it with a charming smile, He will not have any tendency to attack you - this paragraph is my summary.

That’s probably what it means. Their words are very serious. Every research report is carefully written according to the template and then submitted to me. My summary looks rather humorous.I smiled and wrote this paragraph into my notes.

For more than a week, I would only enter the isolation room during meal times and feed Gerald every bite of the meal with my own hands, ensuring that he would not waste food or waste tableware. Those who contact to buy tableware will be satisfied, why not do it.

My focus is also temporarily on the treatment of patients with benign viruses.The newly discovered antibodies may be effective, but it will take a long time of research and adjuvant treatment to really see the effect.The researchers of the entire institute are devoted to this, and most of our time is used to take care of the patients. We have been busy for more than a week, and we just relax today.

After I finally sat back in the chair in the observation room, Gerald slowly came over—as long as I was around, he would lean over and stare at me, whether it was out of curiosity or for other reasons.He tried to face me and sit behind the glass wall, but there was no room for his slender and powerful legs. He could only press his knees against the glass wall, his feet squeezed awkwardly at the junction of the glass wall and the ground, his gaze Projected from between his legs looking at me.

This pose is pretty ugly, if my personal opinion is ignored.

Probably all parents will worry about how to explain to their children why they cannot face the problem of outsiders with their legs splayed.I'm very distressed now - especially when this guy is only wearing a pair of ripped pants.

I feel a little dizzy.

At this point in time, everyone else is probably taking a lunch break.I thought about it, put down my notes and walked out the door, turned around halfway, took out a trimmer and a few sterile cleaning papers from the drawer, avoided the sight of others, and came to the isolation room again.

Gerald probably watched me disappear at the end of the corridor. When I entered the isolation room, he was stretching his legs up against the glass wall, lying flat on his back, and continued to communicate closely with the ceiling with his eyes open. .I think I probably understand the three major gathering places of his gaze - the ceiling, the food, and me.

But his resting posture is getting worse and worse.

Seeing me come in, Gerald didn't stand up from the floor as I expected, he just tilted his head back and looked at me.Probably looking for lunch boxes.It was only when I walked over that I realized that I forgot to wear the reaction device, and the small defensive device was lying idly on my desk.

So now the question is, I don't have any food on hand, what should I use to lure him to be obedient?I questioned myself in my heart, and still squatted down beside him.

We looked at each other friendly again for a while, and after confirming that he had no intention of attacking, we held his calf with our hands and forced him to put his legs down.He sat up following my strength, stared at me blankly, and didn't understand what I was doing.I smiled and stretched out my hand to brush the long hair that was scattered on his face.

"You almost stink worse than the garbage dump, you know?" I whispered to him in a calm tone, as gently as possible-even though the words I said were not friendly at all, "It's dirty, it hasn't been cleaned for a long time By yourself?"

While I was talking, I took out the cleaning paper I just brought in and wiped his face, "I have wanted to clean your face since the first time I saw you, and my heart has been itching for more than a week, now I just got the chance."

Gerald watched me quietly, unmoved by anything I did.His delicate and three-dimensional facial features gradually became clear, and he was indeed a handsome young man.After wiping his face clean, I also gradually found that his skin was dry and pale than I thought, full of sickness, and looked rather unhealthy, like an adventure in a world of ice and snow suffering from hunger and severe cold Struggling helplessly on the brink of death.But the examination report told me that his internal health was too much.Such a contradictory phenomenon appeared in him, which made me even more admirable.

I'd really like to cut his tangled hair, but I've never cut anyone's hair, including mine, so I don't really want to mess with his hair like a chicken coop appearance, so the target was transferred to his hands.

He really didn't feel any desire to attack me, he didn't fear me, he didn't see me as a threat.The way he looked at me was hard to describe because there was no emotion in it and no thought was going through his head, he just looked at me looking scary without actually meaning anything.

I raised his right hand and looked at his dirty fingers. I didn't dislike it, but it didn't mean I could accept it.There is mud under his nails, and there are some scars on the tiger's mouth. It is not clear what caused it. These small scars are a little white, and they should be injured a long time ago.

I didn't look at it carefully, so I took out the trimmer and put it in front of his eyes to let him see clearly, "Your nails are too long, in case you don't intend to hurt me next time, but you use your long nails to scrape a few pieces on my body. Unnecessary wounds, I'm going to get rid of them now, huh?"

I don't want to say that this is the first time he has ignored me, anyway, he never talked to me, I was just explaining to him unilaterally.From a selfish point of view, I hope that if he really recovers in the future, he can remember what happened during this period of time.

"At least don't forget me so easily, I already regard you as a friend." I met his eyes that had been glued to me, and said with a faint smile, "I'm going to do it, don't be afraid."

After hesitating for a while, I slowly reached out and rubbed his head gently a few times.He didn't respond to any of these behaviors, even when I grabbed his hand, it didn't matter to him, his eyes were always on me.I seem to feel a slight touch somewhere in my heart.

I withdrew my gaze and fiddled with his fingers, put the trimmer in the proper position on his fingers, and removed his overly long nails.He looked at me intently, and I focused on his nails. There seemed to be a few seconds of complete stillness in the air, which made me feel extremely comfortable.

After cutting, I wiped both of his hands clean with cleaning paper. At least now, these white and bony hands look quite eye-catching, much better than the dirty look before.I patted the top of his head in satisfaction, grabbed his hand and shook it up and down twice, expressing that we were happy with each other.

Maybe I was too focused. After I finished this series of things, I found that Deb and Carrie Miville were standing together in the observation room, staring at me with shocked eyes at the same time.Jiali Miweier is better, he always has that calm and serious expression, not too much emotional ups and downs, at this moment, it's just that the serious mask on his face is a little cracked - this interesting expression was not photographed It's such a shame to come down.

I nodded to them and planned to stand up and go out to talk, but when I wanted to let go of Gerald's hand, he held my palm instead and stared at me blankly.

"What's wrong?" I asked only after I realized he wasn't going to answer me.Although I really want to know the reason why he suddenly grabbed me, it is better to go out and say hello to the two standing outside at this time, so as to save them from rushing in directly.

I adjusted my sitting posture, put the other hand on the back of his hand and stroked it lightly, knowing that he couldn't understand, I still comforted him with a soft voice, "I'll come back at night, let me know if there's anything to do , or show me, okay?"

Probably the strength in my hand played a role, he slowly relaxed the knuckles of his fingers, and I pulled my hand out because of this.I didn't leave immediately after I withdrew my hand, I still held his hand and massaged his palm with my thumb, until he didn't make any other movements, I stood up and walked out of the isolation room.I could feel his eyes following me, so when I walked out the door, I turned my head and gave him a smile and waved.

Carrie Meville was waiting for me in the observation room, sitting in the same chair I usually sat in, his coat draped over the back of the chair.Dab was expressing something fiercely with him.

I opened the door and walked in, and threw the dirty paper and trimmer to him, "Take the paper and throw it away, just put the trimmer on the table."

"Doctor! Why didn't you follow the plan, you should tell us before going in?" Deb wailed, expressing his strong dissatisfaction with my behavior.

"Didn't I come out intact?" I casually comforted him, and gently pushed him out of the door, "Okay, hurry up and write the report owed to me, and go to do other things." I have something to talk to the captain about."

Hearing what I said, Dab swallowed back his complaints, and walked out the door with his mouth curled up.

"He also cares about you." Jiali Miweier shook the chair and said good things for Deb, "Don't be too cruel to your little devils."

"Do I look fierce?" I leaned back on the table and asked with raised eyebrows.

"It doesn't look fierce, but it's fierce in its bones." He said coldly, and pointed to Gerald who was still sitting there and continued to look at me through a glass wall, "It's only been a few days, you guys The relationship is so good? This result is much better than I expected."

"He's pretty good, and your decision to send him to me is absolutely right." I glanced at Gerald's way of tilting his head to look at me, "At least in him, I can still see some hope of healing. "

"Don't forget how dangerous he is." Jiali Miweier reminded me, shaking his head, "Let's not talk about him. How to find a healing opportunity from him is up to you. I don't know medicine. I don't care about these. I have more important things to tell you."

I slightly raised my head to express my understanding and signaled him to continue.

But he raised his hand and made a stop gesture, explaining: "There are so many people here that it's hard to talk. I have something to go to your director right now. Wait for me on the rooftop after dinner."

"Okay." I looked at Gerald, with a smile on my face involuntarily, "I'll go to the rooftop to find you after I feed him."