A zombie doctor sits hunched over at a dimly lit table, wearing a disheveled white coat stained with dried blood and grime. His hollow, sunken eyes are glazed and vacant, and decayed flesh clings loosely to his skeletal frame. With eerie precision, he uses a tarnished knife and fork to cut into a plate of fresh brains, each slice revealing sickly gray and pink textures. The brains glisten under the dim, flickering light, oozing slightly as he lifts a piece to his cracked lips. The table around him is cluttered with scattered medical tools—syringes, scalpels, and broken beakers—adding to the grotesque scene of horror. The background is dark and shadowy, with faint hospital elements barely visible, creating a disturbing blend of medical professionalism twisted into the macabre.