Raising Baby in Apocalypse

An Ran stood at the end of the corridor and glanced at the situation in his nose. He smelled the disinfection potion between his nose and hugged the doll with one hand. The other hand was vacated. He held the hand of Mint behind him and followed the medic up the stairs stairs.

The air in the health clinic was very bad, but the doll was carried out safely from a hospital full of zombies, and she and the doll were not embarrassed by this place. Instead, there was little mint behind him, a childish little girl His face was as pale as paper, and when he smelled the smell of the disinfectant, he couldn't help bending down and throwing up.

"Come, go this way."

When she finished vomiting, Enron held Xiao Mint's thin body with one hand, firmly holding Mint's shoulder firmly, with a strong expression on her face, bringing Mint to the third floor.

The third floor is a laboratory with a general environment, which is the old style of the old zizilou in the village clinic. There is a small guardrail facing the backyard. The guardrail is concrete and has not been painted.

消毒 There is a lot of disinfectant and blood smell in the air. There are few people. The sound of someone talking or crying in a certain room may be related to the sun. The temperature here is a few degrees lower than the downstairs.

Medic took Enron, Mint, and the doll to a wooden door, knocked on the door, and the voice of an old man and a cricket came out.

"Come in."

He pushed open the door, saluted the old man sitting inside, turned around, and said to Enron standing outside the door: "Xunzi, this is Dr. Zhao, then you look at it first, I'll be right outside the door."

"Okay thank you."

Anran nodded at the medic, pulled Mint into the door, and looked around a little, and found that the house was very crowded, an old woman with gray hair and glasses, thin and thin, wearing one White coat sitting behind a table.

Holding a pen in her hand, a prescription slip was laid on the table, behind it was a blue curtain, and behind the curtain was a bed for examining the lower body of a woman.

I looked like an old doctor, and there was a sense of authority all over him.

The old authority looked serious, adjusted the glasses on his face, glanced at Enron, nodded, and looked bitterly and bitterly:

"Are you the captain? Any questions?"

An Ran politely smiled at the old authority, turned, and pushed a numb and silent little mint behind him, and said:

"Hello doctor, this is my little sister, I ... she, something happened in the last days, and I want to take her to check and confirm."

What is the old authority? Before the end of the last days, she was considered to be a fairly well-known obstetrics and gynecology expert in China. After listening to only a few words from Enron, she probably knew what Enran wanted to determine, so she nodded, looking down with serious expression. A few words were manually written on the prescription list on the desktop, "Early pregnancy?"

Then asked, "What are the symptoms?"

"It's kind of vomiting, just like when I was pregnant, I vomited badly."

Little Mint didn't answer, they all answered for Mint.

The old authority frowned and said, "It's just vomiting, there is no way to determine if it is pregnant. Let's do a simple check first."

The end of the world, the end of the world, before the end of the world, a blood test and a B-ultrasound can be diagnosed. After the end of the world, it is difficult to climb to the sky, because this wire village is alive and there is no blood test at all. Hormonal instruments, not even a pregnancy test strip.