Walking Dead: Fight Till Dawn

The place Chen Ming said was the sterile room.

In fact, during this period of time, I have also guessed whether the insomnia that suddenly appeared inexplicably recently has something to do with the research there, but after careful reflection, I can’t figure out where the problem is, except for sleeping there. For an hour or two, looking at a few bad photos, there was nothing suspicious about the rest. Chen Ming watched outside the whole process, and they could not have the opportunity to do anything.

Judging from Suotian’s expression, he should have heard about all the training procedures I received in the sterile room from Chen Ming a long time ago... In fact, I couldn’t find any suitable words to describe myself as sterile. What is the process that the room accepts, research? It seems impossible to talk about it.

Gao Yu seemed to feel that Chen Ming and Suo Tian were too neurotic, and said: "Since their goal is not He Mo at all, you still want to do so much, it is impossible to hide what you will do to her? You two guard Here, how can they have the time to make both of you trouble for a dispensable person? Let me say, insomnia is why Mo thinks too much. I was so scared a while ago that I couldn’t fall asleep. Yes, when I go back some time later, the child will just be around to appoint himself."

Neither Suo Tian nor Chen Ming answered Gao Yu's words.

Where I hadn't noticed, the two of them exchanged glances quickly, and they both said nothing, but they seemed to have made a decision.

Still sleepless all night, now that Chen Ming knew that I didn’t even have to hide it, he went to the living room and sat there. There is a video commentary on virus prevention. It’s played every day and I’ve watched it many times. .

With his head supported, there is no sleepiness, and there is peace and quiet all around.

Staring at the TV for a while, it was really boring, I just got up and walked outside.

This villa is independent, with an open courtyard outside, connected to the outside.

I wandered slowly in the yard, and I almost didn't have to worry about any dangers on this island. The patrols were very tight.

There are shadows of patrol personnel everywhere.

If it weren't for my frequent occurrences in this film, I would have been stopped and questioned countless times.

Going farther and farther, I unexpectedly came to the small hospital where I checked my body last time.

The small hospital as a whole is a courtyard. There is no second floor and only one floor. The house smells like a Japanese style. Everywhere is built of wooden boards, and you can smell a nice fragrance of trees from a distance.

It is said that people will be assimilated by the environment after living in any environment for a long time. This is the magical power of nature.

I didn't think it before, but now I really think it makes sense. The old doctor here all reveals the same feeling as this house.

It was late at night and there was no one in the hospital.

I had nothing to do anyway, the purpose was to pass the time, so I went into the yard and walked slowly along the corridor.

As a result, not long after I walked into the corridor, I saw a figure sitting on the table under the sunshade fan in the middle of the yard from a distance. The surrounding lights were not bright, but there was a small lamp on the table, and the figure could be seen vaguely. It seems to be... I squinted again and took a closer look.

It's the old doctor!

Walking lightly, the old doctor was reading a thick book with reading glasses. The lamp was placed on the table in front of his book, and a few bugs were hitting everywhere under the light headlessly.

Perhaps he felt that there were people around, and the old doctor looked up and looked at me.

He lowered his face and looked at me from over the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose.

After recognizing me, he smiled: "Still can't sleep?"

I smiled bitterly, walked over and nodded and said, "Well, it's worse. I don't need to sleep all night."

Hearing that, the old doctor put down the book in his hand and motioned to me to sit down and asked: "Is there something that can't be solved or it makes you more concerned?"

I thought for a moment: "It was true some time ago, but now there is really nothing to bother about, just can't sleep for no reason."

The old doctor paused for a while: "You may need a psychiatrist."

"Do you think I have a psychological problem?"

"Maybe it is."

I smiled and changed the subject: "What book are you reading?"

Hearing that the old man showed me the cover of the book, it is all in English, I can’t understand...

Perhaps I felt embarrassed by my proposal just now. After staring at the cover of the book for a while, the old doctor seemed to say something meaningfully: "Perhaps, you should go to a place where you can fall asleep."

"Where can I fall asleep? Where?" This question is almost subconsciously asked without thinking.

The old man laughed: "You have to ask yourself, anyway...it shouldn't be here."

As soon as the old man said this sentence, something in my head shook violently. Although I didn't move, the inexplicable shaking in my head made my whole person dizzy in an instant.

He held his head, and a strong feeling of retching came up.

I tried to grasp the perception of the brain at that moment, trying to distinguish what was going on, but I couldn't catch anything except the feeling of retching.

Noting that something was wrong with me suddenly, the old doctor asked, "What's wrong?"

I pressed my head, pressed the motion sickness and felt dizzy, and said to the old doctor: "I don't know... Suddenly my head hurts and I feel nauseous."

Hearing this, the old doctor hurriedly got up and walked to my side. He pressed several places on my head with his hands and asked if it hurts, but it was not. The discomfort did not come from somewhere, but surrounded the whole The whole head.

Seeing that I couldn’t tell why, and my complexion was more painful, the old man motioned to me to relax and massaged the acupuncture points on my temples and other heads with two hands. Don’t say it, I just felt like I was pressed like this. The unbearable taste will fade away a lot.

Gradually, I didn't even feel dizzy anymore.

When I was relieved, the old man took me to the electroencephalogram room for an electroencephalogram.

There used to be a doctor on duty here, a middle-aged woman, but now she may have fallen asleep in the middle of the night.

The old doctor made it for me. After the list came out, he looked at the list for a while. I paid attention to his face. For a moment, he seemed to see some information from the list, and his face showed a very surprised look. .

But when I asked him, he only said that there was no problem.

But when he looked at the receipt, he didn't look all right.

When I left the electroencephalogram room, I originally wanted to take the list easily, but the old doctor found it. He took the list from my hand and said to me: "Girl, you took this away. Old man, I can't wait for death here in peace."

Knowing that I can’t take it, I just clarified it directly with the old doctor. Anyway, there is no outsider here. I hope he can tell me something: "Grandpa, tell me the truth, did I have a terminal illness? Just tell me what happened, don’t hide it, can you?"

Hearing what I said, the old doctor received the receipt in his pocket and motioned me to go back to the pavilion with him.

Waiting for two people to sit down again, he said: "You are not sick, but... your brain has some problems, very strange problems. I don't know what caused it. Last time you came. I found out at that time, but the situation is not obvious, plus... I also know a little about your identity. I didn’t want to make trouble in my own heart, so I didn’t tell you. I thought about living like that in the middle of the night. As you age, it’s better to do less crime than anything else. The person who came with you that day is also considered a personal thing. There are more or less people here, and you will be cautious about him and see if he can help you. Anyway, your situation worsens Soon, I can be sure that it is not a disease, and there is no such powerful ability as a virus."

After speaking, the old doctor seemed to remember something, and slowly added: "Except for one..."

I knew what he was talking about almost instantly: "Do you mean... I am infected??"

The old doctor shook his head: "Although I haven't participated in the research, I still understand a little bit. The situation after the infection is not like yours, and you go to the central building every day, and the infection will be found immediately."

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