Once, twice, three times.

Sweat dripped from Ni Kuang's forehead, and he anxiously said to Lao Yi behind him:

"Adrenaline, hurry up, give it to me."

Lao Yi quickly opened the medical box and rummaged through it.

The third uncle squatted down and saw the adrenaline at a glance. He picked it up and drank it with a straw.

He quickly rolled up the trouser leg on the woman's thigh and injected it with precision.

Push.

But.

Still has no effect.

This kind of epinephrine requires rapid injection of epinephrine on the outside of the thigh in an emergency to save the patient's life. It can be used in cardiac arrest.

Under normal circumstances, it is not allowed to hit the outside of the thigh, unless there are special circumstances.

"Mom, Mom! What's wrong with you!!?" Qunqun struggled to hold her mother's arms, her eyes filled with tears.

"Save my mother, save my mother."

Old Man Li from behind saw this scene and quickly pulled the crowd away.

"Don't disturb them to save your mother, be good."

"Oh, oh, oh, please. Mom, don't leave."

The cries are so shrill that it makes people feel sad when they hear them.

For such a little girl, the only one left alive in the apocalypse is her mother.

If her mother died, the outcome would be...

So pathetic.

Ni Kuangkuang devoted his energy to rescue time and time again.

But three minutes passed, and the woman's heart still didn't beat.

Ni Kuang put down his arms feebly.

Brain death may occur three minutes after the heart stops beating.

Still unwilling to give up, he picked up the flashlight and shined it into the woman's eyeballs.

I saw the woman's pupils dilated...

After shaking it, his pupils showed no reaction.

Generally speaking, after death, nerve function and muscle strength are lost, the person's pupils will completely relax (dilate) and spread, and all reflections of light will disappear. In other words, the reaction to external stimuli will be completely lost.

His throat was dry, hoarse and uncomfortable. He looked at his third uncle behind him and said:

"Minister, she...is dead."

He was also in pain.

For him, nothing is more painful than not being able to save a life.

"Mommy mommy!"

The little girl broke free from Old Man Li and threw herself on the woman's chest.

He kept crying: "Mom, wake up quickly!"

"Mom, it's not good to be in a group."

"Wake up quickly, Mom."

"Mom, I'm afraid, I don't want you to die!"

She is a child, but she is not a child either.

Having lived for five years in the apocalypse, in a certain sense, he is no longer a child.

She knew very well what was happening in front of her, and she could understand what Ni Kuang said.

I also understand that my mother may be dead.

But she couldn't accept it.

A shrill, childish cry penetrated the room.

All survivors in the room, including those who were gloating about the misfortune, fell silent.

One life is lost.

It doesn't seem to be anything unusual.

But such a child threw himself on his mother and watched his mother die with his own eyes.

Somewhat cruel.

A little touched, but not much.

"That woman is dead?"

"Seems to be."

"Okay, when will it be my turn to die, Lao Zhang? It would be nice if someone cried for me when I die, hahaha." There was a bitterness in Lao Zhang's smile.

He is a middle-aged man who has no father, no mother, no wife, children, and no brothers and sisters. He lives alone in the apocalypse. It seems that there is nothing worthy of attachment in this world.

It's better to die, it won't be so painful.

After living for so many years, I have never felt happiness.

So fucked!

The little girl cried loudly, but the survivors did not dare to scold her.

Because they saw Uncle San and the others.

If Uncle San and the others were not here, some people would probably be sad too.

But there will definitely be people who are disgusted and tell the group to get out and cry.

They may even take away their food.

The fine tradition of eating the dead is a fine tradition that has existed since ancient times, and it is still maintained even in the end of the world.

The third uncle knelt down and touched the little girl's head.

sigh.

"Your mother fell asleep and went to a nice place. Don't disturb her sleep."

Qunqun’s face was full of tears, he looked at his third uncle and said:

"You lied, she is dead, my mother is dead! She will never come back!"

When the third uncle heard this, his hands trembled.

Sometimes, he really doesn't want his children to be too sensible.

Because this means that beautiful fairy tales have nothing to do with them.

In their world, there is very little warmth and it is all cruel reality.

The third uncle's time was precious, but this time he was not irritable, but looked at the little girl patiently and allowed her to vent her pain.

cry.

The third uncle did not move, and everyone present did not dare to move.

Those who were standing remained standing, and those who were sitting or squatting also stood up.

They know that this group of people may have a higher status than managers.

If you squat while others are standing, if people feel that you are disrespectful, they may kill you.

Silent, yet noisy.

The sound of rain pouring outside floated into the room.

Mixed with crying.

The little girl's voice became hoarse and hoarse until she couldn't cry anymore.

All I could do was sob.

The third uncle let out a breath, reached out and took the little girl's hand, and said:

"What's your mother's name?"

"Gu... Xiao... Li."

"Okay, remember her name."

Then he pulled her up and said, "Follow me."
To be continued...