That same night.
Lan Yu waited outside the hospital, sick with anxiety.
The hospital was a quarantine zone now and all access was forbidden.
She was overwhelmed with despair, just like that time with the traffic accident.
Death was a fate no one could escape.
It was said that the phones of all the medical staff were going to be confiscated, but the patients still had theirs, allowing them to contact their families.
Lan Yu looked down at her phone, which was wet from the sweat in her palm.
It remained silent. There wasn't even a message.
Passers-by were scurrying away, wearing big masks. "It's so scary… I heard that they haven't come up with a vaccine yet and the death rate is very high!"
"Gosh! Just go back home. Stay away from crowded places in the next few days. You never know when you're infected!"
"…"
Lan Yu dialed Meng Xingzhou's number with trembling fingers.
