Quarantine was the rule, but Wang Hu still made things more convenient for Gao Yuan and the others.
It had been a long time since any new survivors had entered the shelter, so the quarantine room had become an idle guesthouse.
Gao Yuan and Luo Xingyu, along with Xiang Weiguo, were staying together in one room for the first time.
Speaking of which, Gao Yuan and the others had gotten used to the apocalyptic scenes of empty houses everywhere, so returning to the shelter where every single room was precious due to overcrowding brought some familiar feelings and excitement, but mostly discomfort.
The bed was very narrow, only one meter wide, which made Gao Yuan, who was used to sleeping on a large kang, quite uncomfortable. Also, it was now the dead of winter, and it was obviously impossible for the shelter to have heating, not even a stove.
