Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
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.
It was quite a while before the call went through.
“It’s me.” Meng Xingzhou sounded tired.
Lan Yu’s voice was choked with sobs as soon as she started talking. “How… how are you?”
“I’m alright,” said Meng Xingzhou curtly. “I think I’m going to hang up now.”
“I love you,” Lan Yu said quickly, as if she was afraid that this was her last chance to tell him that. “I love you very much. Thank you for all the joy you’ve brought me. I’ve been very happy, even without the recognition from your family.”
Neither of them spoke again and all they could hear was the heavy breathing on the other end.
Meng Xingzhou hung up after a while without another word.
Turning to the mild-tempered doctor on one side, he asked, “Dr. He… should I be worried about my life now?”
He Jiayu smiled. “Theoretically, all diseases can be life-threatening.”
“You’re right.” Meng Xingzhou smiled. “Do you want to use my phone?”
“No, thanks.”
Meng Xingzhou knew that it was to prevent cross-infection. At this early stage, no one was sure exactly how the epidemic spread.
After some consideration, he switched off his phone and handed it in.
Lying there, he felt completely calm about facing a death that might or might not come.
His parents would be taken good care of and Lan Yu would find someone more reliable once he was gone.
It would all go as planned.
But… why did he feel so sad?
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After a long meeting with specialists on respiratory diseases in the afternoon, He Jiayu went back to his small room.
It was a tidy, white quarantine room.
There was pen and paper on the bedside table, which all the rooms for medical staff had.
He Jiayu sat down on the bed and was going to write something, but with his long legs, the position turned out to be rather uncomfortable. He then got out of bed, crouched down on the floor, and started writing.
It was going to be his will.
Whenever an epidemic hit, doctors, the ones that healed the wounded and rescued the dying, were also the ones to bear the brunt.
They couldn’t save themselves every time.
He only wrote three lines in his elegant handwriting, but felt drained of all strength. He Jiayu smiled a little.
After folding the paper and putting it in an envelope, He Jiayu rubbed his temples.
Thump, thump —
He jumped at the noise outside his window.
Turning around, He Jiayu was dumbfounded.
In the silver moonlight, Su Xiaomo was standing outside his window wearing a cap and a big mask.
He Jiayu went pale. They were on the 17th floor!
He went over to the window, but he couldn’t scold her loudly given the current situation. He could only grit his teeth as he said, “Are you insane? What’s with the flying trapeze act?!”
Su Xiaomo pointed at the harness and cable she was suspended from. Thinking that he might not be able to hear her clearly, she shouted, “Fengfeng helped me borrow it from his production unit! It’s quite sturdy! Really!”
… Idiot!
Tears instantly welled up in He Jiayu’s eyes.
