Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 9 The last leisure
Feelings of grief and indignation spread among the crowd, and even the most talkative Uncle Hu fell silent.

When you live under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. No matter how much dissatisfaction and resentment everyone feels, they have to keep it to themselves.

Resist? How?

Lao Mi himself has accepted his fate, so how can these outsiders resist?
The lone hero in the movie can save the world by himself, but if there is a superhero in reality, he still has to bow to the state machine.

There is no way. Humans are social animals. If they can't deal with you, can't they deal with your relatives and friends?
After a long while, Aunt Guo broke the silence: "As for me, I'm a few years older than you, so I'll say a few unpleasant words. No matter what happened, no matter when, the first thing is, don't be impulsive, and the second is, don't give up. No matter how much hardship you endure, no matter how much suffering you endure, as long as you are still alive, there is hope."

"Sister, you're right, that's the truth!"

"Auntie, there's nothing wrong with you. This place is not our home country. If you get angry, Lao Mi really dares to shoot you with a gun!" said Brother Zhang.

Some of it was heard, but some went in one ear and out the other, they just didn't say it out loud.

Ou Yang thought for a while: "Well, should we use it... Forget it, just pretend I didn't say anything." He hesitated, wanting to say something but stopped.

"If you have something to say, just say it. Can you come back and sit down halfway through taking a shit?" Uncle Hu hates people saying things halfway.

Ou Yang sighed, "I was wondering if everyone should write a suicide note. If anything happens, you can leave an explanation for your family."

The more he spoke, the quieter his voice became. Everyone fell silent again. Only Uncle Hu slapped his thigh and said, "That's all for now. Whether it's useful or not, just prepare it first! If anyone can go back in the future, please help send a message. You can't just disappear and not have your family know where you died!"

"It's time to write!" Aunt Guo agreed. "Who has paper and pen?"

Everyone looked at me, I looked at you, and our paws were all numb.

"What era is this? Who still carries that thing?" Zhu Yiming rubbed his hands. "How about I record a video for each of you?"

It is to give full play to one's strengths.

"Hey, why don't you just record your own videos?" Ou Yang said. "After you're done, share it with each other and change the file name to your own contact information."

"That's it!"

A suicide note may be forged, but a video is more difficult to forge and is safer.

The grid is not very big and there is no private space at all. At this time, no one cares about so many things. Everyone finds their own place and expresses their own emotions.

Ou Yang sat on the floor with his back against the floor-to-ceiling window, constantly thinking about what to say, whether to act more casually or express his true feelings.

Everyone else was also preoccupied with their own concerns, and though their hearts were heavy, they were able to maintain their composure. Only He Qianqian was more emotional. She couldn't tell what she was thinking about, and she started sobbing again, wiping away her tears. This caused Aunt Guo to try to persuade her again, and she almost cried with her.

After more than ten minutes of preparation, Ou Yang felt that he was ready, but when it came to recording, he had a thousand words to say and didn't know where to start.

My mood fell uncontrollably, and my facial features seemed to have betrayed my brain, and I refused to obey them. It took me a long time to force out a smile that was uglier than crying.

Looking at himself on the screen, Ou Yang put down his phone in frustration.

just forget it.

Zhu Yiming next to him was quite eloquent. He spoke excitedly to the camera and only stopped after five minutes, feeling unsatisfied.

Ou Yang admires her so much, she is worthy of being a live broadcaster, she really has a good mouth!

Still unsatisfied, Zhu Yiming put away his phone and turned to look at Ou Yang: "Are you done recording?"

"No, I won't record it. It's unlucky." Ou Yang said.

"Don't move!" Zhu Yiming suddenly took a few steps back.

Ou Yang was stunned: "What for?" "Take a picture of you... Lower your head, hug your left leg... OK!" With a click, Zhu Yiming put away his phone and sent the photo he had just taken to Ou Yang.

Looking at himself on the screen, Ou Yang couldn't help but wonder: "Why do you look like a cartoon? Did you use the beauty filter?"

On the screen, a slightly decadent young man sat by a French window, the afternoon sun illuminating his profile. In the background was a C-17 taking off and a distant cityscape strewn with plumes of smoke.

Zhu Yiming chuckled: "It would be even more perfect if he changed into a combat uniform and held a rifle."

As we were talking, everyone had basically finished recording. Some people chose to share their videos with each other, while others chose to keep them for themselves. Since there was no place to charge, everyone chose to turn off their phones to try to extend their usage time.

But after turning off the computer, I felt empty inside and always wanted to take it out and turn it on to check.

In this era, mobile phones are no longer just communication tools, but have integrated many functions such as information, entertainment, reading, and travel. This thing is like an external organ of the human body, which is hard to let go. Once the mobile phone is not around, the whole person will feel like a lost soul, anxious and restless.

Everyone gathered in groups of three or two, chatting idly and trying to kill the long time.

It was a long time later that Ou Yang suddenly realized that this boring afternoon was actually the only leisure time he had after being trapped in the epidemic area.

In the evening, after an afternoon of suffering, the sun reluctantly set towards the horizon, and the golden and red light covered the airport.

Ou Yang gazed at the airport in the sunset, and his restless thoughts gradually calmed down.
If only time could stop at this moment!

He thought silently.

Suddenly, Erpan heard a strange sound of footsteps, sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

Ou Yang turned his head and immediately saw a tall and thin middle-aged doctor.

He knew the doctor, who had been busy around all afternoon, doing his job conscientiously.

At this moment, he was disheveled and listless, with a dull look in his eyes and slow steps. His white coat was covered in dust and blood, giving people a very decadent feeling.

Ou Yang glanced at the name tag. His name was Mark and he was a doctor at the emergency center of the municipal hospital.

There was an ID photo attached to the badge. Mark in the photo had a bright smile on his face, completely different from the doctor in front of him.

Municipal hospital?

The news reported an unexplained riot at the Municipal Hospital, and the military also cited it as the biggest outbreak point. But what exactly was going on at the Municipal Hospital? And what about this doctor? Could he be infected?
An outbreak occurred in the municipal hospital, doctors and nurses fled, the entire city was blocked, the military intervened...it was all connected, everything was connected!

But the military actually let the medical staff from the municipal hospital wander around the airport for a whole afternoon!
Ou Yang instantly became nervous and grabbed Zhu Yiming's arm.

The latter cried out in pain and slapped Ou Yang away: "It hurts, it hurts!"

Ou Yang was about to speak when a scream came from the next square. A Mediterranean man in a suit and tie covered his forehead and fell limply to the ground.

His female companion called out: "Henry, Henry... Help, help——"

not good!

Ou Yang's pupils dilated: The infection has spread!

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　　The last few chapters have been a bit dragged out, but some things haven’t been explained clearly and I can’t expand on them later, so please forgive me!

　　
　
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