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

Walking downstairs, she threw her into the co-pilot.

I locked my seatbelt again, breathless, and it seems that my physical fitness is really not working.

Driving the car to the hospital, fortunately this happened at night.

There are basically no cars on the road, and even if there are many cars on the road. A throttle drove directly onto the crosswalk, even if it was something that should not be hit.

I feel like I was playing the single-handed game Grand Theft Auto, but this version doesn't even have a living person.

Coming downstairs in the hospital, I glanced at my first love.

Without going to take her, she walked directly into the hospital.

After searching for half a day in the operating room, I found more than thirty disposable gastric cannulas.

I took all the bags and put them all in. When I passed the ward, I found a folding wheelchair.

Only then did I find that there were already dead people.

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

I immediately ran downstairs and came to the car.

Put the folding wheelchair and a bag of stomach tubes into the trunk and drove to the beach.

This is one of the few sea-view rooms in the whole city. I cut it with an axe.

I chopped the door a few times and walked inside to check it again.

Found a man and a woman, who should be the owner of the house.

The men were wrapped in quilts, and the women were wrapped in sheets.

They were transported out twice, and then they put on the new sheets found in the cabinet with difficulty.

Go out and open the folding wheelchair, throwing the first love.

Push the wheelchair into the room, and then throw the first love on the bed.

The whole person was paralyzed on the floor, thinking about the next thing.

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

And I can't take care of other people, and those people will die in another day or two.

Thinking of the food again, I was panicked.

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

The plant did not know if it was paralyzed, but it looks pretty good now.

If there is no accident, after one or two years from now, in addition to eating expired food, you can only be vegetarian.

Of course, some compressed biscuits seem to last longer, but to no avail.

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

It seems that as long as a woman is saved, she will live in a nest.

After that, even if future generations are vegetarian, will it be considered a continuation?

I shuddered at the thought of this, and looked at the first love.

She was just paralyzed, similar to vegetative.

I did n’t say I could n’t have a baby. I think I can save the world.

Without saying a word, I jumped up and started to be indescribable.

I should be glad that I studied medicine.

Because ovulation is not counted, I do n’t know when I will become pregnant.

I went on with her for a week and counted the days.

Sometimes looking at her by the bed, I suspect she is just a living inflatable doll.

The most feared thing is when eating.

Because it is necessary to insert the stomach tube, every time is suffering.

I try to reduce this number once every two days.

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

I started not only limited to milk and bread, because these foods are too hungry.

I will use a juicer to pour the beef jerky and milk into a thin crush.

One week after the first time I went to her, I used a pregnancy test in the morning.

I finally measured two bars after nine days.

In the first month, there has been little change.

I moved some hospital equipment to this villa.

Especially the equipment in the operating room, because I am always ready to deliver her.

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

What I am most afraid of is that she is sick or infected.

I can only take care more carefully.

Everyone on earth except me and she is dead.

The body began to stink, and that smell was extremely unpleasant.

From the second month on, her hunger seemed to be getting faster and faster.

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

The esophagus that I brought was simply not enough.

I reused the simple boiling water disinfection.

It seems no problem, but the stomach tube that is drawn out after being inserted into the stomach is a little greasy.

Even after washing and boiling, there is still a trace of greasy, a stomach tube is used for a week.

In the fourth month, I almost ran out of stomach tubes found in every hospital in the city.

I started to go to the hospital in the neighboring city, but fortunately I gradually saw a swollen abdomen.

In the seventh month, my spirits seemed to be a little weak.

Because I have n’t eaten fresh meat in a long time, as long as I do n’t blame me for cooking.

From the first day humans become this way to the present, they have never eaten fresh meat.

Beef jerky and all kinds of snacks I look at now are only nausea, but now if you do n’t eat it expired, you may not even have to eat them.

Decomposed corpses can be seen everywhere on the road, and some can even see rotten bones.

Half a year later, the bacteria has already broken down people in the world.

But only for decomposition, maggots did not appear.

It seems that insects are paralyzed.

But I was still afraid of some deadly germs. I used the sterilization equipment that I moved in.

And I started to wear masks at home and disinfected regularly.

Wear a gas mask when you go out, because it is so stinky.

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

I started to write a diary, and when I was free I started short nonsense and self-talk.

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

I read each one a few times without knowing it.

And the one I sent has so far been zero comments and zero reposts.

I know that I may be autistic, and it's not minor.

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

Because there is no fetal movement, although the belly grows month by month, there is no sign of fetal movement.

I want to take her to the hospital to see the ultrasound, but the environment outside is really bad now.

The possibility of taking out infections is also very high, I can only give up.

The idea of ​​stillbirth comes to mind, but after all, the belly is getting bigger.

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

The days are getting harder and harder, and when the weather turns colder, an accident happens.

Because she didn't pay attention to the temperature, she caught a cold.

Fortunately, the fever is not too serious, and the three-day period is finally under control.

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

In the tenth month, I looked at the date on my notes and smiled bitterly.

I seem to be deceiving myself.

There was no fetal movement at all, and it is now ten months.

With no signs of production at all, I began to take out the scalpel.

The idea of ​​shaving was born, and I cut her belly.

I started the operation without anesthesia and proceeded according to the procedure.

Because even if she hurts, she has no way to give feedback.

Of course I hope she can give feedback, even if it hurts.

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

Lying there motionlessly, I pulled him out and found it was a boy.

But especially calm, let alone cry for the first time.

The baby seemed to die, there was no response.

Holding it in my hands, I understand that he is also a paralyzed vegetative.

The last line of defense in my heart collapsed.

The ten-month effort was so wasted.

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