Chapter 1321 Remember her name
The scarred woman struggled, suddenly bursting with strength, and forced herself to walk towards the inner room.
The two combatants supporting her on the left and right looked at her third uncle in shock.
The third uncle waved his hand and followed the woman.
Some of the survivors around them had doubtful looks in their eyes after seeing Third Uncle and others.
The managers of the trading market all wear green vests and are easily identifiable.
But the group of people in front of me were all wearing black combat uniforms, and their identities were unknown.
"Who are these people? Which force are they from? Didn't they say you can't bring guns into the trading market?"
"Maybe they are people from Southern Paradise. They seem to be together with the owner of Oil City."
"You all guessed wrong. Let me tell you, these are all big shots. Did you see the person behind?" He pointed at Lao Yi and faced the two people next to him, and continued:
"Hasn't that person been here before? He's the head of the management staff."
As he spoke, he pointed at the jackal and ant behind his third uncle.
"You came in late and I came in early. When you came in, did you see the corpses hanging under the street lights? It was these people who did it."
"Looking at this formation, the person at the front should have a higher status than this group of people."
"Hey, that makes sense. What are they doing here?"
"Did you see that woman? She might have attracted her! Didn't the woman just go around asking for medicine? She might have found the management staff of Oil City."
"Is it possible that he is so good that he was begged by this woman?"
"We are so lucky, but can we also ask for help, even if we don't give medicines or anything, just give us some food."
These survivors watched Uncle San and the others passing by and talked about it, each with their own different thoughts.
Third Uncle had never been to the trading market, so the survivors didn't know him.
Follow Scar Girl all the way towards the inside. This house is built very long.
Somewhat similar to a hard sleeper train, there is an aisle and many large and small rooms next to the aisle.
However, the smallest rooms are much larger than train sleepers.
This kind of setting is more convenient and faster during construction.
After passing through six or seven large and small rooms, I finally came to a room of about twenty square meters.
This room was filled with survivors, and at a glance there were about a dozen or nearly twenty people.
After the scarred woman stumbled into this room, she stopped.
Holding on to the wall, he wiped the blood from his head twice, and then arranged his hair.
Went in.
Beside the corner, an old man raised his head and saw the woman. Seeing her pale face and not holding anything in her hands, he guessed that the woman must have returned in vain.
well.
Sighing, he knew that this would be the outcome, and it was expected.
He opened his arms, supported Qunqun under his arms, and placed a bag behind her for cushioning.
As if they had a tacit understanding, Qunqun woke up from their slumber.
Youyou opened her eyes, and after seeing her mother, her eyes were full of surprise.
"Mother."
Scar Girl walked over and hugged her daughter, but soon she let go and looked behind her.
"Please, save my daughter."
After hearing the scarred woman's words, the old man saw a few people coming in.
This is? ?
Qunqun looked at their mother and found that the huge wound on her forehead was bleeding and dripping on her arm.
"Mom, your forehead."
The woman wiped it nonchalantly and made way for Ni Kuangkuang.
"Doctor, please help me take a look at my daughter. Her body is so hot." The scarred woman said to Ni Kuang with a pleading face.
Ni Guangda sighed after seeing the child.
He also has a child.
He took out the thermometer from the medical kit and measured Qunqun's temperature.
While taking the temperature, he said to the woman:
"You can't go on like this. Let me bandage your wound. You have to wait anyway."
Hearing this, the woman hesitated for a few seconds and said, "Okay, thank you."
Qunqun looked at her mother with a pair of big eyes full of worry.
"Mom, you"
"Don't worry, I'm fine." Before her daughter could finish her words, the woman forced a smile and said gently:
"Don't worry, I'm really fine."
But her pale face was not convincing.
While Ni Kuang was bandaging her, he touched her face and found it was particularly cold.
He frowned and said to the woman:
"You have a physical problem. You may have hypothermia, which is life-threatening!"
The woman was stunned for a moment, then she managed to gather her energy and said, "How could that be? I feel pretty good now."
The third uncle who had been standing nearby frowned. He knew that hypothermia was a very scary state.
Generally, it is due to insufficient warmth or insufficient caloric intake in the diet, causing the body organs to drop below 35 degrees. If it is below 32 degrees, you will basically die.
So he said to the men behind him: "Did you bring the candy? Give it to me."
Lao Yi took out two candies from his arms. They were very busy recently and were doing things in the rain.
Sometimes you need to replenish sugar. Candies are convenient and can replenish sugar calories very quickly.
"Eat it." The third uncle took the candy and handed it to Scar Girl, his tone was calm and without warmth.
"I"
"Eat it. You don't want your child to be motherless, right? Eat it quickly!" Then he pointed at the woman and said to Ni Guangkuo, "Save her." Qun Qun, who was standing by, saw this seemingly indifferent man, but said the warmest words she had heard from strangers in the past few years. "Thank you, uncle!" Uncle San looked at the little girl and his frown relaxed. He hated this kind of sentimental thing the most. The woman took the candy and was stunned. "Thank you." Tears dripped down, she tore open the candy wrapper, took out the candy inside, but did not put it in her own mouth, but stuffed it into her daughter's mouth. Then she stuffed another one into her mouth. Ni Guangkuo took out the heartbeat monitor and checked the woman. But it doesn't matter if you don't check it. Once you check it, you will find a big problem. Rapid heartbeat! Generally speaking, hypothermia will have some obvious characteristics, including: chills, pale face, stiff limbs, drowsiness or fatigue, rapid heartbeat and other manifestations. And this woman has all these manifestations! At this moment, the woman suddenly felt dizzy and fainted instantly. Ni Guangkuo saw her faint and quickly put the heartbeat monitor on her chest to listen.
No heartbeat!
"No, she's in shock."
Ni Guangkuo shouted, then quickly straightened the woman and pressed her chest with both hands.
One, two, three times.
No movement.
Again.
One, two, three times.
Sweat oozed from Ni Guangkuo's forehead, and he anxiously said to Lao Yi behind him:
"Adrenaline, quick, give it to me."
Lao Yi quickly opened the medical box and searched inside.
Uncle San squatted down, saw the adrenaline at a glance, picked it up, and sucked it with a straw.
He quickly rolled up the trouser leg on the woman's thigh and injected it accurately with a needle.
Pushed in.
But.
Still no effect.
This kind of adrenaline needs to be quickly injected into the outside of the thigh in an emergency to save the patient's life. It can be used when the heart stops.
Generally speaking, it is not allowed to be injected into the outside of the thigh unless there are special circumstances.
"Mom, Mom! What happened to you?!" Qun Qun struggled to hold her mother's arm, her eyes full of tears.
"Save my mom, save my mom."
Old man Li behind saw this scene and quickly pulled Qun Qun away.
"Don't disturb them to save your mom, Qun Qun."
"Wuwuwu, please. Mom, don't go."
The crying was shrill, and people felt sad after hearing it.
Such a little girl, living in the end of the world, only has her mother.
If her mother died, the end should be
Too pitiful.
Ni Guangkuo used all his energy to rescue again and again.
But three minutes later, the woman's heart still had no heartbeat.
Ni Guangkuo put down his arms weakly.
Brain death may occur three minutes after the heart stops beating.
He still didn't give up, picked up the flashlight, and shone it into the woman's eyeballs.
The woman's pupils enlarged.
Shaking, the pupils did not react at all.
Generally speaking, after death, the loss of nerve function and muscle strength, the pupil of the person will completely relax (expand), spread out, and the reflection of light will disappear completely, that is, the reaction to external stimuli will be completely lost.
His throat was hoarse and blocked, and he looked at his 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.
"Mom! Mom!"
The little girl broke free from the restraints of old man Li and threw herself on the woman's chest.
She kept crying: "Mom, wake up soon!"
"Mom, it's all Qun Qun's fault."
"Wake up soon, mom."
"Mom, I'm scared, I don't want you to die!"
She is a child, but she is not a child either.
Having lived in the end times for five years, she is no longer a child in some ways.
She is very clear about everything that is happening in front of her, and she can understand what Ni Guangkuo said.
She also understands that her mother may be dead.
But she can't accept it.
The shrill, yet childish cry penetrated the room.
All the survivors in the room, including those who were originally gloating, were silent.
One life was gone.
It didn't seem to be a rare thing.
But such a child threw himself on his mother and watched his mother die with his own eyes.
Some cruelty.
Some touching, but not much.
"Is that woman dead?"
"It seems so."
"Okay, when will it be my turn to die? When I die, it would be nice if someone would cry for me, hahaha." There was some bitterness in Lao Zhang's smile.
He was a middle-aged man who lived alone in the end of the world without a father or mother, a wife or children, or brothers and sisters. It seemed that there was nothing worth clinging to in this world.
It would be better to die, so that he wouldn't be so painful.
I haven't felt happiness in all these years.
Damn it!
The little girl cried loudly, but the survivors didn't dare to scold her.
Because they saw Uncle San and the others.
If Uncle San and the others were not there, some people would probably be sad.
But there would definitely be people who would ask Qun Qun to get out and cry in disgust.
Even take away their food.
This kind of thing, eating extinct households, has been a fine tradition 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 did not get angry. Instead, he 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 falling outside the house 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 exhaled 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."
This time, the little girl did not refuse.
Pulled up by his third uncle, his pale face kept staring at his mother's body.
The third uncle glanced at Lao Yi, indicating that he would dispose of the body later.
In this damp and humid environment, once the corpses stink, it can easily cause plague.
The third uncle took the little girl's hand and was about to walk out.
The old man Li behind looked at the luggage next to him, hesitated and said:
"Well, leader, this is their luggage."
The third uncle turned around and picked up his luggage.
When I opened it, there were only a few pieces of moldy corn tortillas and a packet of white powder. I didn't know what it was.
There were only a few thin clothes and a dirty rag doll.
There are two iron basins with nothing in them.
The third uncle took out the doll and handed it to the little girl.
Qunqun immediately hugged the dirty rag doll, a gift from her mother.
It was found in an abandoned house.
It was her first birthday present in her life.
The third uncle threw the luggage to Old Man Li, "Here you go."
After saying that, he took the little girl's hand and walked out.
The little girl just had a fever, was weak and weak.
Take some antibiotics, nurse yourself back to health, eat something. Enough.
It's not a serious problem, this is what Ni Kuangdao said.
The little girl held her third uncle's hand and looked back at her mother three times a step.
Reluctantly, leave.
After Uncle San and the others left, the survivors in the room immediately exploded.
"Damn it, I wish I had such a good life. Now that little girl is so prosperous."
"Who says it's not the case? When I grow up, I will also ask to be taken away."
"Neuropathy."
Old Man Li held the bag and froze there, unable to recover for a long time.
"Good."
He looked at the corpse being carried away by Lao Yi and others, and sighed with emotion:
"You can rest assured that your daughter will be better than before. A lot."
The third uncle's hand was warm as he held Qunqun's hand.
Qunqun's head was a little dizzy, and she kept looking at the middle-aged man.
A mediocre face, a calm expression.
Mom is dead.
Mom is dead.
No words were left.
But her mother told her a long time ago that she must live well.
"I will!"
Feeling the temperature of her third uncle's palm, it was a little rough but very warm, which made her calm down a little.
She was only three years old when the apocalypse broke out.
He had never met his father at all, and could not remember his father's appearance at all.
But it seems.
Now I have a reference for my father's appearance.
No, in her countless dreams, it seemed that this was what her father should look like.
Figures, one large and one small, gradually walked out of the house.
In the eyes of the survivors, they disappeared into the rain.
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