Like a puppet who has lost her soul, Tu Jiaojiao was expressionless, her eyes were distracted, she turned on the shower switch, and let the cold water spray on her head, face, and body......

After taking a simple and casual battle bath, Tu Jiaojiao, who walked out of the bathroom, casually wore a large bathrobe, and let the water stains on her hair drip down.

At this time, the army station had stopped supplying all domestic electricity, and the room was pitch black, except for the cold and white moonlight shining through the window.

Looking at the miserable white moonlight, Tu Jiaojiao, who was originally depressed and despondent, actually had a flash of light in her eyes.

Tu Jiaojiao hurriedly came to the sofa and forcefully tore open the big green travel backpack that was quietly placed on the sofa, which Yuan Zhengtian took from Si Qingli, and it was now stuffed full, most of which were first-aid medicines and medical equipment and other things that were reserved in the ambulance.

Tu Jiaojiao quickly took out a bottle of alcohol and a blank medical record book in her backpack, unscrewed the cap of the alcohol bottle vigorously, proudly took off the bathrobe on her left shoulder, picked up a whole bottle of alcohol and poured it on the small wound on her arm......

However, the alcohol was finally disappointed by Tu Jiaojiao, and the area around the wound gradually turned black and blue, and along the tiny capillaries, the black and cyan unique to zombies was constantly expanding.

Tu Jiaojiao looked at her left arm in a daze, the expression on her face was blank, but she didn't leave a single tear.

Am I going to die?

It's really unwilling......

I still have a lot to do......

I don't want to be one of the zombies at all, dirty, smelly, disgusting, and I don't even pay attention to the most basic hygiene......

I don't know how Chen's father and Chen's mother are? Is it safe?

I don't know if my biological mother, who has only appeared no more than three times in her life, is okay, maybe I have a grudge against her, but after all, she gave birth to me......

Also, there is the man who put me in my heart, Si Qingli, where are you? Is it dead or alive?

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Tu Jiaojiao subconsciously rubbed the plain silver ring from Si Qingli's residence, and there were thousands of thoughts in her head......

No, even if I die, I can't just die in vain, I can always do something useful.

Thinking of this, Tu Jiaojiao cheered up, sat up straight, opened the medical record book placed aside, and began to record.

Patient: Tu Jiaojiao

Age: 24 years old

Disease: T virus infection

Cause: Scratched by zombies

Description of the condition: At about 5 o'clock in the afternoon, he was scratched by a zombie, the wound was located on his left arm (where he was vaccinated when he was a child), the length of the wound was about 11 cm, the wound was shallow, and only the dermis was injured.

The patient reported that he did not feel anything when he was first scratched, and that he felt a slight pain and no other discomfort at about an hour.

Two hours after the injury, the patient cleaned the wound by himself, and carried out alcohol disinfection, the effect was none, the wound seeped blood, began to blacken, the naked eye can see the spread of T virus, the spread route began to spread along the blood vessels, the skin color of the T virus spread area is white and black and blue, which is obviously different from the normal skin color.

The patient's vital signs were stable, with 18 breaths/min, body temperature 36.8 degrees Celsius, pulse 78 times/min, and blood pressure 112/78 mmHg.

Two and a half hours after the injury, the spread area of the T virus was further expanded, covering the left shoulder and reaching near the neck, and the patient began to show signs of the whole body, shortness of breath, moderate fever, rapid heartbeat, rising blood pressure, itching all over the body, like allergies, dizziness and drowsiness, obvious weakening of perception of the outside world, blurred vision, dull pain sensation, and obvious zombie tendency.

The patient's vital signs were abnormal, with 31 breaths/minute, body temperature 38.7 degrees Celsius, pulse 122 times/minute, and blood pressure 140/90 mmHg.

Two hours and 40 minutes after the injury, it was obvious to the naked eye that the T virus spread to the neck, and quickly spread to the head, and the patient's overall physical signs changed more obviously, shortness of breath, rapid heartbeat accelerated, blood pressure rose sharply, binocular vision began to double vision, weak pen grip, difficulty in writing, and has begun to have a strong sense of hunger, may enter a coma state at any time, maybe wake up after the coma, it will directly become a zombie Tu Jiaojiao.

The patient's vital signs deteriorated further, with 48 breaths/min, body temperature 39.5 degrees Celsius, pulse 201 times/min, and blood pressure 180/110 mmHg.

Tu Jiaojiao, who had begun to feel that she was gradually unable to control herself, opened her eyes wide, trying to see the font that had begun to blur in front of her

, I couldn't even hold the pen in my hand, but the increasingly strong feeling of dizziness made it a little difficult for her to even sit well, holding the coffee table with one hand, waiting for the dizziness to dissipate.

It's a pity that Tu Jiaojiao's already dull sensory nerves didn't even support her hands, and she knocked down the half-bottle of alcohol that had just been opened and put in her hand, but at this time, Tu Jiaojiao, who was fighting to the death with the T virus in her body, still had the strength to take care of this half bottle of alcohol, so she could only look down, but she couldn't do anything.

Just when Tu Jiaojiao's eyes were blurry and crumbling, a verdant green vine with a long blue light quietly appeared, silently rolled up the alcohol bottle that had fallen to the ground, and gently placed it on the table.

Tu Jiaojiao shook her head vigorously, and the corners of her mouth were barely pulled on her already somewhat lifeless face.

"It's pitcher plants, it's good, I'm relieved to have you, if I really become a zombie after a while, please eat me as soon as possible, I don't want to become that kind of man-eating monster."

After saying such a long sentence, Tu Jiaojiao stopped to catch her breath, rested for a while, and tried to raise her hand, wanting to touch the egg that had been carefully protected by pitcher plants in front of her.

finally put her hand on the white and round egg, and Tu Jiaojiao continued: "I always want to know what you are? Little one, thank you and Nepenthes for helping us these days, it's a pity I didn't have a chance to see your birth, I can't wait for that day......"

"Si Qingli, you are alive, you have to live well......"

Tu Jiaojiao, who knew that she was about to turn into a zombie, looked out of the window blankly, clutched the things in her heart tightly, and the figure that was deeply imprinted in her heart appeared in her heart, and she whispered.

Si Qingli, who was still in the eggshell, heard Tu Jiaojiao's thin voice clearly, and his heart was shocked, remembering the tears that seemed to burn his heart in his apartment before.

Si Qingli slapped his eggshell vigorously with his young hands that were so immature that they were almost transparent, and shouted loudly in a voice that Tu Jiaojiao could not hear.

"Tu Jiaojiao, you don't want to die, hold on, don't die......"