Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 8: Isolation in Place
Ou Yang returned to the group, looking visibly lost.

"Are you okay?" Zhu Yiming asked with concern.

Ou Yang shook his head: "I guessed this would be the result a long time ago, but I just won't give up."

Aunt Guo, whose visa was about to expire, warmly comforted him: "Young man, don't be discouraged. Things will work out in the end. The American soldiers have shown up, haven't they? We just need to wait patiently."

"Auntie, American soldiers are different from the Iron Army!" said Zhu Yiming.

"I know it's different," Aunt Guo said matter-of-factly. "If it were different, wouldn't we have come out to help with the disaster?"

Zhu Yiming showed a constipated expression: "Hey, this matter can't be explained in just a few words!"

"No need to explain, Auntie, I know everything!"

"Come on, come on, stop dwelling on these useless things." Brother Zhang interrupted the argument. "If you ask me, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs will definitely find a way to contact us. Let's not scare ourselves. No matter what's going on, let's just grit our teeth and persevere. Sooner or later, we'll get the news!"

"That sounds nice, but this is not a war. It's a virus, you know? Can you persist in fighting this thing just because you want to?" Uncle Hu disagreed.

"Then what do you think we should do?" Brother Zhang spread his hands. "Tell us what you think. We'll listen to you!"

Uncle Hu hummed twice, his voice suddenly dropping two octaves. "I have an idea. If I had an idea, why would I be standing here?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a large group of people carrying large and small packages of protective clothing rushed into the terminal, followed by several luggage carts full of silver plastic boxes.

There is a conspicuous biochemical pollution sign painted on each box.

Ou Yang's left eyelid kept twitching and he couldn't hold it back.

The protective suit went straight to the northwest corner of the hall, where there was an open space surrounded by a cordon.

They first disinfected the open space and then set up a translucent plastic tent on the open space.

Later, the American soldiers opened the boxes and brought all kinds of unnamed equipment into the tent. There were dozens of computers alone.

Brother Zhang couldn't help but ask, "What's going on?"

"It looks like a field hospital," Ou Yang said. "I've seen it in a movie."

"What is this for? The entire designated hospital?"

"Maybe." Ou Yang said uncertainly.

"Just set a fixed point, what's the point of pressing us all here?" Brother Zhang complained.

No one could answer, and Brother Zhang didn't expect to get an answer.

Suddenly there was a commotion coming from the direction of the exit. Everyone looked over and saw a white young man jumping out of the cordon and rushing out of the terminal like a fly.

The American soldiers on duty were wearing full sets of protective clothing, which was hot and bulky, and their reaction speed was much slower than usual, but the man actually managed to escape.

The passengers in the airport were already feeling uneasy, and they immediately became agitated when they saw this. A few action-oriented people immediately jumped out and ran for the exits.

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, the major in charge of the terminal picked up his rifle and fired a long burst of shots. The bullets hit the action-man's feet, leaving a patch of bullet marks.

Several people quickly stopped and the noisy crowd quickly quieted down.

The major tossed his rifle to the soldier and strode to the front of the group. "Why are you running? What are you yelling about? Do you think you'll be safe once you get out? I'm telling you very clearly, there's an unknown virus spreading rapidly in Brown Bear City. According to the information we have, the city hospital has been identified as the largest outbreak point, and the airport is a potential outbreak point!"

His tone was sonorous and very infectious: "Are we the ones who won't let you go? No, it's not. It's easy to let you go, but have you thought about your families? Do you want to implicate your families? Isolating you here is not only responsible for yourselves, but also for your families. Understand?" "I don't understand!" A voice retorted angrily, "Don't think we don't know how chaotic this city is. We want to leave, we want to go home, even if we die, we want to die with our families!"

"Yes, we want to leave, we want freedom!"

"Yes, freedom!"

"Freedom! Freedom! Freedom—"

Once the word "freedom" was mentioned, the mental state of Americans immediately became elevated. They shouted in unison and protested loudly. Even those who were originally hesitant were infected by the surrounding atmosphere and joined the demonstration.

The major fired his gun repeatedly until everyone quieted down. "Shut up, everyone! Don't talk to me about freedom. I've isolated you here for the freedom of more people! Now, anyone who wants to leave can step forward. As long as they can outrun the bullets, anyone can leave!"

Many passengers were still indignant, but no one dared to stand up and shout.

The major put away his gun with satisfaction, turned around and gave a few instructions. A team of American soldiers immediately set up roadblocks and guard positions in the direction of the exit, and the black muzzles of their guns flashed dangerously.

Ou Yang and others did not join the protest. They just stared at each other, unable to understand Lao Mi's thoughts.

It's just quarantine, what's the big deal?

Suddenly, a suppressed cry was heard from the side, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Aunt Guo put her arm around He Qianqian's shoulders and comforted her softly, "Daughter, what has wronged you? Tell me about it!"

Brother Zhang chimed in: "Big sister, are you feeling unwell?"

Uncle Hu also joined in the fun: "That's right. We are all in this together. If you have something to say, just speak up. Don't keep it bottled up."

He Qianqian's crying became louder, and it made anyone who heard it sad and listened to it cry.

Aunt Guo said with disgust: "You two should shut up!"

The girl is already crying her eyes out, and you two are still here performing crosstalk? Isn't this just dancing on a grave, rubbing salt into the wound?

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything. Isn't it okay if I don't say anything?" Uncle Hu said with a bit of embarrassment, "I was so kind, but you took my kindness for granted."

The latter part of the sentence was spoken in a very low voice, and only Ou Yang, who was closest to him, heard it.

Zhu Yiming took out a pack of tissues from his bag, pulled out the tissues one by one, and considerately handed them to He Qianqian, one by one.

Ou Yang felt a pang of sourness in his heart: Who could have guessed that this boy was such a sweet guy?
After a while, He Qianqian's crying finally subsided. She sobbed and said, "I'm a medical student. They don't give me masks or disinfect me. What kind of quarantine is this?"

No one had really expected this, and after hearing what she said, they were all a little stunned.

Ou Yang's heart skipped a beat: "You mean..."

He Qianqian wiped the tears from her face and said, "They're treating us like guinea pigs."

"Impossible?" Ou Yang was stunned. "Old Mi is not that bold, right?"

In his impression, only the Japanese devils could do such a thing.

But although he said this, he secretly agreed with He Qianqian's guess in his heart.

　This paragraph was particularly difficult to write. I adjusted the order several times and revised the text several times... Maybe it's because I'm old, my thinking is too rigid, and my level is really limited. I sincerely ask everyone to read it carefully.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)