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Chapter 47 "Earth Shutdown Day" Part Two

After resting for half an hour, I slowly got up and picked her up.

He walked downstairs and threw her into the passenger seat of the car.

After locking the seat belt, I was out of breath again. It seemed that my physical fitness was really bad.

Driving the car and rushing to the hospital, luckily this happened at night.

There are basically no cars on the road, and even if you encounter a road with many cars.If you just hit the accelerator and drive directly onto the crosswalk, it won't be a big deal even if you hit something you shouldn't.

It feels like I'm playing the stand-alone game Grand Theft Auto from back then, but this version doesn't even have a single living person.

When I got downstairs from the hospital, I took a look at my first love.

He didn't plan to take her with him and walked directly into the hospital.

After searching in the operating room for a long time, I found about thirty disposable gastric cannulas.

I took a random bag and put it all in. When passing by the ward, I also found a folding wheelchair.

Only then did I realize that dead people had appeared one after another.

I estimate that starting tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, there will be basically no living people on the earth.

I immediately ran downstairs and came to the car.

He put the foldable wheelchair and a bag of gastric tubes in the trunk and drove to the beach.

This is one of the few sea-view houses in the city, so I took an ax and started chopping it.

I chopped the door open several times and went inside to check it out.

A man and a woman were found, who should be the owners of the house.

Wrap the man with a quilt and wrap the woman with a sheet.

They were transported out twice, and then they were painstakingly put on the new sheets found in the cupboard.

He went out, opened the folding wheelchair, and threw his first love on it.

He pushed the wheelchair into the room and threw his first love on the bed.

He collapsed on the floor, thinking about what to do next.

I am still alive, and everyone in this world except me is paralyzed and turned into a vegetative state.

And I can't take care of other people. Those people will die in a day or two.

Thinking of this, I thought of food again, and I panicked.

Because all animals, like humans, are paralyzed and will die sooner or later.

I don’t know if the plant is paralyzed, but it looks fine now.

If nothing else happens, one or two years from now, apart from eating expired food, I will only be able to eat vegetarian food.

Of course some compressed cookies seem to last longer, but that doesn’t help.

The idea of ​​how to save humanity came to my mind, and I looked at my first love.

It seems that all he needs to do is save a woman and give birth to a litter.

Even if future generations become vegetarians, does that count as a continuation?

I trembled when I thought of this, and looked at my first love completely lost in thought.

She was simply paralyzed, akin to a vegetative state.

I didn’t say I couldn’t have children. Thinking of this, I felt like I could save the world.

Without saying a word I jumped on it and started.

I should be glad that I am studying medicine.

Because I haven’t calculated the ovulation period, I don’t know when I will get pregnant.

I continued to fuck her for a week and counted the days.

Sometimes when I look at her beside the bed, I suspect that she is just a living inflatable doll.

What I fear the most is when eating.

Because a gastric tube needs to be inserted, every time it is painful.

I try to reduce this number to once every two days.

The premise of reducing the number of intubation feedings is that I have to stuff her stomach full every time.

I started not limiting myself to milk and bread because those foods made me hungry so easily.

I will use a juicer to beat the beef jerky and milk until they are very fine and then pour them in.

For a week after I first fucked her, I took a pregnancy test in the morning.

Finally, after nine days, I measured two bars.

In the first month, there was basically no change.

I moved some of the hospital equipment to this villa.

Especially the equipment in the operating room because I was always ready to deliver her baby.

I also built a sterile operating room in the next bedroom.

My biggest fear is that she gets sick, or gets an infection.

I can only take care of it more carefully.Everyone on earth is dead except me and her.

The corpse began to stink, and the smell was extremely unpleasant.

Starting in the second month, her hunger seemed to be getting faster and faster.

I could only change the feeding from once every two days to once a day.

As a result, the esophagus I brought was simply not enough.

I simply boiled water for disinfection and reused it.

There seemed to be nothing wrong, except that the gastric tube taken out after being inserted into the stomach was a little greasy.

Even after cleaning and boiling, it is still a little greasy, after using a gastric tube for a week.

By the fourth month, I had almost exhausted all the gastric tubes I could find in every hospital in the city.

I started going to the hospital in the neighboring city, but fortunately, I gradually saw my bulging abdomen.

In the seventh month, my spirit seemed to be a little sluggish.

Since I haven’t eaten fresh meat for a long time, I just blame my inability to cook.

From the first day humans became like this to now, they have never eaten fresh meat.

Beef jerky and various snacks make me feel sick to my stomach now, but if I don’t eat them now that they are expired, I might not even be able to eat them.

Decomposed corpses can be seen everywhere on the road, and in some cases even rotting bones can be seen.

Half a year has passed, and bacteria have decomposed almost everyone in the world.

But it was limited to decomposition and no maggots appeared.

It seems that the insects are also paralyzed.

But I still began to be afraid of the emergence of some deadly germs, so I used the brought sterilization equipment.

And I started wearing a mask at home and disinfecting it regularly.

Wear a gas mask when you go out because it smells so bad.

I looked at the calendar and counted the days day by day, everything was so difficult.

I started writing in my journal, and when I was free, I began to briefly ramble and talk to myself.

Every channel on the TV station is a snowflake screen, and Sina Weibo is all about the previous news.

I don't know how many times I read each one.

And the post I sent has so far received zero comments and zero forwarding.

I know I may be starting to become autistic, and not just mildly.

In the eighth month, I started to notice something was wrong.

Because there was no fetal movement at all, even though my belly was getting bigger month by month, there was no sign of fetal movement at all.

I want to take her to the hospital for a B-ultrasound, but the environment outside is really bad now.

The possibility of infection was very high if I took it out, so I had no choice but to give up.

The thought of stillbirth came to mind, but after all, the belly was getting bigger.

I can only look forward to another two months, and in two months I will know.

The days were getting more and more difficult, and when the weather turned cold, an accident almost happened.

She caught a cold because she didn't pay attention to the temperature.

Fortunately, the fever was not too serious and was finally under control within three days.

As the day of birth was getting closer, I moved her directly to the sterile delivery bed prepared next door.

On the tenth month, I looked at the dates in my notebook and smiled bitterly.

I seem to be kidding myself.

There was no fetal movement at all, and she was now ten months old.

There was no sign of labor at all, so I started taking out the scalpel.

The idea of ​​having a caesarean section came to me, so I cut open her belly.

I started the operation without anesthesia and followed the procedure.

Because even if it hurts, she can't respond.

Of course, I really hope she can give feedback, even if she groans in pain.

The moment I cut open the abdomen, I saw the child.

Lying there motionless, I pulled him out and discovered it was a boy.

But extraordinarily calm, not to mention the first cry.

The baby seemed dead and unresponsive.

Holding it in my hands, I understood that he was also a paralyzed vegetative state.

The last line of defense in my heart collapsed.

Ten months of hard work were in vain.

(End of this chapter)