"It's OK, Xiao Yao. Don't lie to me," a middle-aged man said after listening to Wang Yao's diagnosis.
"You can eat, drink, and sleep as usual. Don't think too much," Wang Yao said. "You just think too much under pressure."
The middle-aged man was still doubtful. It was not only him who had such an idea. Everyone in the village was scared so much these days.
The situation was hard to accept. People they had known for years, with whom they would meet in the street and chat, had suddenly gotten sick, quarantined, and died. The disease was also contagious.
These days, Wang Yao also received a lot of phone calls from Tian Yuantu, Li Maoshuang, Wei Hai, and others asking about the situation. Even Sun Yunsheng called to ask whether he needed any help.
This incident did not have much impact on Wang Yao, but fewer patients came than in the past.
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