"Lingling, here's a phone, why don't you give your family a call!"
Li Junhe brought over an old mobile phone. Long Linger looked at it, and tears started falling.
"What's the matter, Lingling? Don't cry, this hospital is very secure. Those bad people won't get in. No one will hurt you."
Long Linger shook her head desperately, "Junhe brother, tell me, am I going to die?"
"Of course not. Don't let your imagination run wild. Quickly call your family! It's been so many days without contact; they must be very worried about you!"
"No!" Long Linger shook her head sorrowfully.
"What's wrong? Why won't you call them?"
"I... I've been infected!"
"How is that possible? Don't overthink it!"
"Really... I haven't felt well since last night, weak all over. I thought I was just too tired. But this morning, I started having a fever. I just checked my temperature; it's reached 39 degrees."
