Little Yichen could clearly see the fear in Baby Chu's eyes and extended his hand. "Come, hold my hand."
Baby Chu blinked at him mischievously through the mask and held his hand.
Perhaps, to Baby Chu, the flu was just an ordinary cold, it was not that serious. However, Little Yichen was deeply aware of what he and the other boy were facing at the same time.
It was a race for survival. If they did not pass this test, perhaps they would be doomed.
He had heard from the doctor that although he was in good physical condition and had rarely fallen ill since he was young, this, Ironically, meant there were very few antibodies produced in his body. As a result, illnesses would come like a landslide when they strike.
He did not have much immunity to fight the influenza virus, so he succumbed.
The two children were sent to the quarantine zone. Yun Shishi was in a daze all day and night and had no idea when Little Yichen would be back.
