On the hospital bed, Luo Di looked at the only photograph in his hand. The three people in it—his lover and his daughter—were smiling so happily.
The photograph had been in his wallet for three years. This was the first time he had stared at it so intently, so unwilling to part with it. Before he knew it, tears blurred his vision.
He had been infected with the VFV Virus for over twenty days. After being isolated, he had repeatedly placed his hopes on the hospital curing him, only to watch his condition worsen day by day, the festering sores growing larger and spreading across his body.
None of the treatment plans had worked. He could sense the growing heaviness on the faces of the medical staff.
Visits were prohibited in the isolation ward, so he could not even see his family one last time. Besides, his face was covered in horrific sores. He did not want his family to see what he looked like now.
It was late at night, yet he had never felt more awake. Slowly, a wave of weakness washed over him, leaving him exhausted. The ceiling lights were bright, but everything before his eyes grew dimmer and dimmer until his consciousness sank completely into darkness.
Beep, beep, beep...
The alarm from the isolation room's equipment startled the hospital in the middle of the night.
At Victoria Hospital, Roche looked at the steadily increasing case reports, his brows drawn tightly together and his heart unbearably heavy. Victoria Hospital had now been designated by the authorities as a VFV Virus isolation and treatment center. The hospital had been sealed off and turned into an isolation treatment zone.
As one of the attending physicians, he had become far more haggard during this period, and his worries grew