Chen blankly gazed at the door, and then at the young man who looked at him anxiously. "S-sorry, I can fix that," he picked it up and tried to fit it back into the door frame. But the door slipped off and fell to the ground once again.
It was to be noted, this was no ordinary door. His father had specially made the doors and walls of the isolation chamber with tungsten carbon steel that could not be broken or melted easily. But this man simply pulled it off the hinges.
"He must be a physically able type," Chen thought.
He took the door out of the man's awkward hands. "Do you wish to speak to your friends?"
"Yes! Yes, please," the man smiled happily but still stood in the room.
"Well…" Chen gestured for him to come out.
"But you said I'm infected."
"Yeah, it won't spread by air, and I can deal with your puny body if you do change. Come," he pulled the man out to the radio room.
