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Walked downstairs and threw her into the passenger seat of the car.

With my seatbelt on, I was out of breath again, and it seemed that my physical fitness was really not good.

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

There are basically no cars on the road, and even if you encounter a road with a lot of cars. One throttle goes straight to the crosswalk, and even if you load something that shouldn't be hit, it's fine.

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

Coming downstairs to the hospital, I took a look at my first love.

I didn't plan to take her with me, so I walked straight into the hospital.

After searching for a long time in the operating room, I found more than 30 disposable gastric intubations.

I took a bag and put it all in, and when I passed by the ward, I found a folding wheelchair.

That's when I realized that there were already dead people one after another.

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

I immediately ran downstairs to the car.

I put a folding wheelchair and a bag of stomach tubes in the trunk and drove to the beach.

It's the only one of the few ocean-view houses in the whole city, and I chop it up with an axe.

I cut down the door a few times, and went inside to check it out.

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

Wrap the men in a quilt and the women in a sheet.

They were transported out twice, and then laboriously laid out the new sheets found in the cupboard.

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

Pushed the wheelchair into the room, and threw the first love into the bed.

The whole person collapsed on the floor, thinking about what was next.

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

And I can't take care of the others, who will die in a day or two.

Thinking of this, I thought of food again, and my whole body 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 pretty good now.

If nothing else, a year or two from now, you will have to be vegetarian in addition to eating expired food.

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

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

It seems that as long as you save a woman, you can give birth to a litter.

After that, even if future generations are vegetarians, is it considered a continuation?

Thinking of this, I shuddered a little, and looked at my first love, and the whole person lost his mind.

She was just paralyzed, resembling a vegetative state.

I didn't say I couldn't have children, but I thought I could save the world.

Without saying a word, I pounced on it, and began to be indescribable.

I'm glad I studied medicine.

Because I don't count ovulation, I don't know when I'll get pregnant.

I went on with her for a week, counting the days.

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

The most feared thing is when eating.

Because I had to intubate a gastric tube, every time it was tormenting.

I try to reduce this number as much as possible, once every two days.

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

I started out more than just milk and bread because these foods were too easy to get hungry for.

I use a juicer to beat the beef jerky and milk to a thin ground and pour it in.

For a week after the first visit to her, I used a pregnancy test in the morning.

Finally, nine days later, I was able to measure two bars.

In the first month, there was basically no change.

I moved some of the hospital's equipment to this villa.

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

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

My biggest fear was that she would get sick, or get infected.

I can only take care of it more carefully.

The people on Earth are dead except for me and her.

The corpse begins to stink and takes on the appearance of a giant.

At the beginning of the second month, her hunger seemed to be getting faster and faster.

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

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

I reused the simple boiling water disinfection.

It doesn't seem to be a problem, but the tube that was withdrawn after inserting it into the stomach was a little greasy.

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

By the fourth month, I had used up almost every stomach tube I could find in every hospital in the city.

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

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

Because I haven't eaten fresh meat in a long time, just blame me for not being able to cook.

From the first day of human beings becoming like this, they have not eaten fresh meat.

Beef jerky and all kinds of snacks only make me sick to my stomach now, but if I don't eat them now, I may not even have to eat them.

Decomposing corpses could be seen everywhere on the road, and some could even see decomposing bones.

Half a year has passed, and the bacteria have almost broken down the people in the world.

But only for decomposition, maggots did not appear.

It seems that the insects are also paralyzed.

But I was still scared of some deadly germs, so I used the sterilization equipment that I had brought in.

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

When you go out, bring a gas mask because it stinks.

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

I started writing a journal and started a short period of gibberish and self-talk in my spare time.

Every channel of the TV station is a snowflake screen, and Sina Weibo also has the news before that day.

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

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

I know I may be starting to autistic, and it's not slight.

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

Because there is no fetal movement at all, although the belly gets bigger month by month, there is no sign of fetal movement at all.

I wanted to take her to the hospital for an ultrasound, but now the environment outside is really bad.

There is also a high possibility of taking it out to infect, so I can only give up.

The thought of stillbirth appeared in my mind, but after all, the belly was also getting bigger little by little.

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

The days are almost getting harder and harder, and when the weather turns cold, there are accidents.

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

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

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

In the tenth month, I smiled wryly as I looked at the dates full of my notes.

I seem to be making a fool of myself.

There was no movement at all, and now it's ten months old.

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

The idea of having a caesarean birth came to me, and I cut open her belly.

I started the surgery without anesthetic, and I followed the procedure.

Because even if she hurts, she can't give it back.

Of course, I really want her to give feedback, even if it hurts.

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

Lying there without moving, I pulled him out and found it was a boy.

But it was extraordinarily calm, not to mention the first cry.

The baby was as if it were dead, and there was no reaction.

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

The last line of defense inside me collapsed.

Ten months of hard work were in vain.