The conditions of more and more patients had worsened. The symptoms of the illness were unbearably cruel. The victims would suffer from a scratchy throat, rashes all over their body, and loss of appetite.
The worst was the feverish fainting spell. They would drift in and out of consciousness, and some would never wake up. The hospital was hectic; every medical worker was busy saving lives.
After Xinghe's group put on the hazmat suits, they entered the quarantined area that housed all the victims.
When they entered, it felt like they were walking into a warzone. Nurses and doctors rushed from one end to another and the patients' painful wailings and moaning were a constant fixture. The only rest the doctors and nurses could afford were forty-winks leaning against the wall; some even directly slept on the floor. There was a heavy miasma of death and despair filling the area…
