The protagonist wants to steal my script again

Alois' hair is a bit long, and An Minghui, who is a full-time breeder, plans to trim his hair and take some blood samples by the way.

But to be honest, although he has cut Noah's hair before, he still has to admit that his craftsmanship can only be regarded as passable, and he can give about five or six points, and the rest depends on Noah's own appearance. .

In short, it certainly can't be compared with the people who used to do Alois's hair.

"I'm going to draw blood today to test the concentration of the virus. Please bear with me a little bit." According to his observations in the past two months, he found that Alois's recovery speed of various theoretical knowledge is much faster than the recovery speed of memory in emotional communication. Hurry up, even many highly professional terms can be understood by the other party without any obstacles. Probably before the infection, to Alois, this vast knowledge was countless times more valuable than the worldly sophistication around him.

In this regard, whether it is An Minghui or other members of the research institute, they can only sigh in amazement: "Geniuses are really different from us."

So when An Ming looked at a set of genetic maps in his hand with a headache, Alois could calmly and naturally point out the abnormalities and corresponding experimental measures, but he couldn't even understand the most basic friendliness.

As a result, his whole person is more like a well-made robot.

Alois sat on a chair, looked up at the needle tubes and other blood-drawing equipment in An Minghui's hands, and asked flatly, "Bone marrow?"

"Uh, Mr. Sendra said that there is no need to extract bone marrow at the moment, and the research on the blood level has not been completed. After a thorough analysis of the blood first..."

Alois: "Trash."

An Minghui: "..."

Scientific knowledge is currently what Alois is best at and the most fluent in speaking, and the second is criticism like this, self-taught, and a few words can evaluate the top researchers in the current research institute as useless.

It can be seen that his personality before he was infected with the virus was definitely not very pleasing, and he didn't know what kind of miserable life Kate and the others were living at that time.

But anyway, it's a good thing that Alois was able to subjectively work on his brain rehab.And according to the recent test results, the infection rate of the virus in his body has also been significantly reduced, at least there is no danger in the short term.

But saying so, the pale-skinned young man still raised his arms and brought them in front of An Minghui, quietly waiting for his injection.

"You know more about these things than I do. Shouldn't it be better to give you the utensils and let you do it yourself?" He was not used to drawing blood from people, and he always felt that he would make a mistake if he was not careful.

However, Alois neither answered nor accepted the syringe he handed him, but continued to raise his arms and stared at him quietly with his head up.

The meaning can be said to be expressed very clearly.

So An Minghui didn't talk nonsense, and directly drew three tubes of blood. After drawing out the needle, he glanced at Alois' arm that was slightly bruised from the blood draw. He couldn't bear it, and said helplessly: "You If you can get better soon, you won’t have to have your blood drawn like this again, and even if you have anesthesia for the bone marrow you said, it’s still not an easy thing to do.”

"Sit down, I'll give you a massage today."

Ever since An Minghui was assigned the task of massage-assisted therapy, it has become Alois's favorite link. As for the reason why he likes it, only he himself knows, at least An Minghui doesn't feel that he How superb the massage technique can be achieved after a few days of training.

In fact, this kind of auxiliary treatment should have started early in the morning, but no one except An Minghui dared to enter the isolation room, so it was delayed until he officially took over the job.

The parts to be massaged are mainly the shoulders and above. Alois is very quiet every time, sitting quietly on the chair and letting him knead. He expressed his dissatisfaction at all, and sometimes he would rub his head against his palm when he pressed it comfortably, looking as well-behaved as a domestic pet.

Today, as usual, went smoothly and without any incidents - which logically should have been the case.

An Nursing's massaging hands stopped, her palms hung above Alois's head, she dared not drop them any more, staring at a... a white flower emerging from between the slightly longer light blond hair with a confused face.At the same time, he also felt that some plants were quietly wrapped around his ankles, but the movements were very light, and the furtiveness was not obvious, so he ignored it for the time being.

Alois felt that An Minghui stopped and did not move for a long time, so he urged his body to sit up straight and tried to touch his palm with the top of his head. Seeing that the white flower was about to hit his palm, An Minghui Quickly withdrew his hand so as not to break it.

"Ah, Alois?" He didn't know where to put his hands, "You...the top of your head seems..." Something seemed wrong.

Hearing An Minghui's flustered tone, Alois turned his head and looked straight at him with unwavering gray pupils, which meant asking: What's wrong?

"A flower... grows on your head..."

Alois replied simply: "Unplug."

An Minghui was a little afraid to pull it out, after all, it grows from the top of the head, what if there is something wrong with pulling it out?

"Unplug," Alois repeated.

In the end, he pulled it out. There was no blood flow as he imagined, and there were no other problems. The short-stemmed flower was pulled up very easily, which was unbelievably easy.

Putting the flower on the table stiffly, An Minghui continued the unfinished massage just now, but he didn't expect that after pressing it a few times, another light yellow flower popped out.

Nursing An: "..."

Unplug and continue.

After finishing a massage session, An Minghui looked solemnly at the flowers that were almost covering the table, looked very seriously at Alois who was sitting quietly and innocently on the chair, and said, "No more flowers are allowed. Now, I'm going to start cutting your hair."

Alois agreed happily: "Okay."

Before cutting off a few strands of hair, An Minghui felt a small thing bulge under his hand, and when he moved his palm away, it turned out to be another flower.

Looking at the freshly plucked flowers in his hand, he looked down at his lower body which was completely entangled by the vines, and saw several flowers blooming on the vines, and felt very headache: "Alois, you What's the matter? If there's anything wrong with your body, I hope you can tell me."

"I don't know." Alois replied calmly, raised his hand to pick up a flower from the table, looked down at it for a moment, and added, "For you, these, I want."

"Want to send me these flowers?" He wanted to ask Alois if he knew what the flowers of the plant were for, but swallowed the question back, "Thank you, but these are enough for sending flowers If it grows out again, it will be difficult for me to cut your hair."

That being said, those flowers seemed to be largely out of Alois' control. Even after An Minghui's serious warning, those flowers would still pop up from time to time.

At the end of the day, An Minghui left the isolation room with a bag full of colorful flowers.

On the way, with other people's strange eyes on him, he took those flowers to find Mr. Sendera and sent them to the laboratory for component testing.

The final result is that there is nothing wrong with these flowers, just ordinary flowers. If there is anything abnormal, it is that the pollen content in them is a bit abnormal.

An Minghui: "..." Sure enough, the protagonist is still the protagonist.

He pretended not to see Mr. Sendra's surprised eyes, and while picking up the scattered flowers, he asked, "I've always been unclear about one thing, how did Alois get infected with the virus in the first place?" ? It stands to reason that in his capacity, he shouldn't go outside to collect some samples himself."

"Sir's decision is never something we can question." Sendra replied, "Unfortunately I can't answer your first question, because Mr. is out alone, and no one knows how he made it on his own. who tried to kill the monster, and no one knows how he got infected."

"Really..." Sighing, An Minghui stopped asking about this matter, and instead said, "Actually, Alois once told me that he forgot some important things to say, I want to know At the beginning of the infection, did he leave any words when he still had a good mind? Maybe it was some information about the development of the zombie vaccine, or something else important."

Mr. Sendra frowned and thought for a moment, finally shook his head, and replied regretfully: "Sorry, it's been a while, I can't remember exactly what happened to Mr. at that time, you can ask Kate, observe He has always been in charge of the office, maybe he will have some impression of it."

It was expected that he didn't get an answer. An Minghui went back to the observation room, smiled at Alois in the isolation room as a greeting, and asked Kate straight to the point: "Kate, do you still remember?" Did Alois say or do anything special in the early days of his infection?"

Kate, who was writing the experiment report with her head down, looked at him in bewilderment after hearing this, and looked as innocent as she wanted: "Ann, do you think the dean will take the initiative to talk to me? Say To be honest, I have never met anyone who is more boring than the dean, before you came, my daily life here was so boring that I couldn't leave any impression at all."

This rhetoric is basically the same as Sendra's, and still unable to provide any information, An Minghui is somewhat disappointed.

Alois stood by the wall, with his hands tightly pressed against the partition wall, a pair of gray eyes stared at An Minghui and Kate who was talking to An Minghui without blinking, looking calm and expressionless. It looked very scary, and there were countless plants swaying in mid-air behind him, which looked quite dangerous.

Just being stared at like this, An Minghui and Kate couldn't continue talking, and even felt a chill behind them.

The author has something to say: An Nursing's work diary

Had a dream last night...

I dreamed that I was buried in a lot of flowers, and I couldn't get out

This kind of dream will never come true one day, right?

...I still want to emphasize it again to Alois in the future, I can't bloom casually anymore, thank you little angels for voting for me to be the overlord~

Thanks to the little angels who voted for [Mine]: 1 for dreamhigh, 1 for classmate Xiao Hei, 1 for the main wife is a treasure

Thanks to the little angels for irrigating me with nutrient solution~

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：小小的大宝贝20瓶、2346332219瓶、戈尔贡10瓶、双马尾的脆皮鸭10瓶、Asdfghjk10瓶、胡子鱼10瓶、y少7瓶、咸鱼道长李纯阳5瓶、初3瓶、快乐每一天1瓶、Kilig1瓶、月耀普奇1瓶、小呀小二郎1瓶、農農超甜1瓶、簌簌竹眠夜听风1瓶

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard! ^_^