Your parents called you the moment they saw the news, you answered the phone hesitantly, and your mother scolded you as soon as you came up, you felt very aggrieved because you felt that you did nothing wrong, but just answered the truth. The good thing is that your father was very understanding and tried to comfort you and told you not to panic. After a few words, you hang up the phone in anger and the more you think about it, the more aggravated you feel. Tears start to flow down your face and you are really tired.

You stay in the empty room, slowly pull out a crumpled tissue from your bag and wipe the tears on your cheeks. You stare blankly ahead of you when the sudden sound of the door opening startles you. You turn your head and find that the man in white has brought in another person for isolation. After that many more people came in one after another and you leaned back in your seat feeling about to go to sleep. But then a team of white men come in and tell you that you will be taken to a hotel near the airport for centralized quarantine and immediate nucleic acid testing.

You step onto the bus with heavy strides. At this point you have not slept for 24 hours, you feel like there are a million ants crawling in your head, you do not want to think about anything, and sit frozen in the bus watching the scenery outside the window recede rapidly. Soon you arrive at a very modest airline hotel, and then one by one people line up for the nucleic acid test. It was still cold in the wee hours of Shanghai at the end of March, and you were shivering as you stood in a tent set up outside the front door of the hotel waiting for your nucleic acid to be done.

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