Xiang Xiaoyuan was following the doctor in heavy protective suits, walking through the quiet corridor, and the words of the medical staff just now echoed in his ears.

She has heard these words thousands of times, but at this moment, this place still makes people shudder.

The people isolated here are susceptible people who have directly contacted patients with **, and some are suspected of being patients.

The flashing ultraviolet lights in the disinfection room and the smell of disinfectant that can be smelled through protective clothing remind her all the time, where is this place.

Although the news reports on patients who have recovered and discharged from hospital every day, it still gives people a cold and terrifying feeling.

After passing through several isolation protective doors, I finally walked into a corridor where I could see the sun.

Only then did Xiaoyuan feel that he was too nervous just now, and the muscles in his calf are cramping.

The doctor leading the way saw that she was walking a little awkward, and couldn't help but smile and comfort her, "No need to be like that."

Now ** is well controlled, and even patients with diseases can be cured, not to mention that it is just a suspected one.

In fact, the doctors and nurses here all know how Zhao Jianling came into contact with that patient, and everyone still sincerely admired her.

Even if the leaders above do not give much explanation, they will take special care of them.

After saying that, the doctor asked Xiaoyuan again what the girl named Zhao Jianling came from.

Several gangs have been asking about her situation these days. Now they can still send someone to see her in person. It seems that this relationship is really hard.

Xiaoyuan was also confused and was confused. The doctor didn't ask any further. So the two of them came to the door of Jianling's room.

It is not so much like a standard room in a hotel, but through the large glass window, you can see all the living facilities inside.

Plain curtains, small coffee tables, a glass bottle with orchids on it, and a large balcony, but it was sealed by an iron bar.

Xiaoyuan couldn't help but frown. Is the hospital afraid that these people will jump out of the window and escape?

There was a bed next to the balcony. Xiaoyuan saw Zhao Jianling sitting there with her body slanted, with her long hair scattered, making people unable to see clearly. She was only wearing home pajamas.

Xiaoyuan felt a little better without wearing a patient's clothes.

"Lingling, Lingling!" Xiang Xiaoyuan rushed to the isolation glass and slapped, shouting almost crazy.

Zhao Jianling seemed to have woken up from his sleep, slowly got up and walked slowly to the glass.

It's been a long time since I heard others call me like this. It's been a long time since I was a long time.

After being isolated for only one week, why do you feel like you have forgotten your name after centuries?

"You are..." Zhao Jianling put it on the glass, trying to see the person in front of him wearing thick protective clothing.

"Lingling...it's me..." Xiaoyuan choked, tears slid down and his eyes were blurred, but he could not wipe it with his hands.

In just a few days, Zhao Jianling was so thin that he was deformed and his face was scary.

Those beautiful amber eyes seemed to be covered with dust and had no luster.

Suddenly, her eyes flashed: "Are you... Xiaoyuan? Is it Xiaoyuan?"

Xiang Xiaoyuan couldn't speak, but just nodded in tears.

"It's really you! It's really you!"

The sword spirit was sure that it was her, and she started to get crazy like a collapsed person, pounding the glass hard.

"Lingling, Lingling!" Xiaoyuan also shouted at the top of his lungs.

Zhao Jianling was disheveled with hair and cried so hard that she almost fainted. The doctor next to her rushed forward and pulled the small garden attached to the glass to calm them down.

I have never seen Jian Ling cry like this, and I always think she is the kind of heartless, scheming girl who is a little boyish and a little boyish.

She likes to joke, do things that are stupid, and likes to laugh at herself, but she has never seen her cry like this.

I cried as if the whole world had collapsed.

Since entering here, Zhao Jianling has never shed tears and is in a state of tranquility.

Even if a doctor took photos of her that day and said she could report her safety, she never cried.

Because she never knew whether she was too unlucky or too lucky.

She was really unlucky, otherwise she wouldn't have been here; she was also lucky because there was no sign of getting sick.

It’s just that a person is here alone, like being abandoned by the whole world, unable to see familiar people, unable to hear familiar voices, and repeats every day: wake up - daze - check - sleep, this process.

From fear at the beginning to numbness later, it is a state of life and death.

I still remember that one of them was suspected of being diagnosed and then transferred to the ward. Zhao Jianling was so confused and waiting, one day the God of Destiny assigned the God of Destiny to him again.

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter... Since she came in, no, it should be said that since she took the first step to catch up with the patient, she has not expected herself to be able to get out here safely.

I never feel brave, or I am not brave at all, I am just two or stupid enough, or I am just instinct.

But no matter what, I am here now.

You can't get out by yourself, and you can't get in either.

I can only wait for the end of the quarantine, and I can only hope that my family will not be too anxious.

She is more worried about her father than her mother. She always feels that her mother may be stronger or have a harder heart and will not be too sad.

It was not until he saw Xiang Xiaoyuan that Zhao Jianling woke up from this kind of hunched state. He cried so happily that he could awaken his soul.

Jian Ling had enough cry and began to rush to Xiaoyuan with the glass, but Xiaoyuan had not yet escaped from this heartbreaking emotion. Jian Ling's smile made her furious.

"Lingling, are you... okay?"

Xiaoyuan stopped crying, and tears accumulated on his chin through the protective suit, as if they were in a small pond.

Zhao Jianling shook his head vigorously, the dust in his eyes was washed clean by tears, and his eyes shining again.

"Are you okay?" Jian Ling asked softly, putting his palm on the glass.

Xiaoyuan also put his hands on it, and the hands of the two people were tightly pressed against the glass.

"No, everyone is worried about you."

"I'm fine." Jian Ling smiled.

"I saw it with my own eyes and believed it."

"Didn't you see it now?"

Xiaoyuan nodded: "So I know you're pretty good."

"How did you come in? Most people can't get in!" Jian Ling was surprised and couldn't figure it out.

Xiaoyuan gently touched the glass and stared at the thin face of Jian Ling opposite him.

"It was your mother who asked me for a relationship. I have a nursing certificate and can come in and see you for everyone."

Zhao Jianling was shocked: "My mother? Did she understand?"

After saying that, she became silent. Yes, how could the family not know about such things? After a pause, she slowly raised her head:

"Is my mom okay?"

Xiaoyuan felt a palpitation and could only squeeze out a smile:

"It's okay, but she's worried about you. But if you know you haven't been infected, you're relieved. Don't worry."

Jian Ling saw Xiaoyuan's hesitation and knew that she was avoiding the important things, so she did not ask the bottom line, but said softly:

"If I got ** and you will never see me again, will you miss me? Will you remember me?"

"What are you talking nonsense?" Xiaoyuan burst into tears again: "I'm here to see you don't listen to your nonsense! You bad guy, you want us to forget you, but we can't forget you either!"

The sword spirit smiled bitterly in silence.

Xiaoyuan whispered: "At most, you can come out in another week or two, and bear it..."

The sword spirit nodded slightly.

"You said you wanted to invite me to the beach, you said you wanted to be the host, and you were not allowed to look half-dead!" Xiaoyuan yelled at her.

Zhao Jianling smiled, and crystal tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Then we have agreed and keep our word." The sword spirit stretched out his little finger and made a hooking gesture.

Xiaoyuan also stretched out his fingers wearing bulky gloves: "I'll wait for you!"

Jian Ling smiled and nodded vigorously, turning his head to the side as he used to.

Xiaoyuan knew that the haze in her heart would slowly dissipate because she had seen the first ray of sunshine that penetrated the dark clouds.

Although she was sure that Jian Ling was safe and had a heart to let go when she saw her situation with her own eyes, Xiang Xiaoyuan still came out of the hospital crying while walking.

My heart was relieved, but my sadness did not ease.

Thinking of the sword spirit being too thin to become human, Xiaoyuan's heart seemed to be cut by a knife.

I really don’t know how she survived these days. She must have never suffered such a crime when she grew up so much.

This kind of psychological torment is more uncomfortable than anything else.

When Cheng Hao saw her coming out, he quickly walked up to him.

In fact, Xiaoyuan didn't stay in it for a long time after deleting the process of disinfection and changing clothes.
To be continued...