Ye Yuan suffered from recurrent high fever, coughing up blood, and a severe lung infection.
Ye Jingchuan used his connections to get Ye Yuan sent to the military hospital.
Ye Jingyu was also infected, but he only had diarrhea, and his symptoms were relatively mild, so he took the medicine home to take.
After learning that Ye Yuan had been infected with the virus and was in the intensive care unit, Zhou Jiahong was filled with anxiety.
Seeing that he had been looking restless for several days, Yu Qiuying asked in confusion, "What's wrong with you these past few days? Did something happen?"
"No, it's just that this virus is bothering me. Mom, why don't we close the shop for a while? There are so many customers coming and going in this shop, if someone gets infected, we'll all get infected too," Zhou Jiahong said sullenly.
Actually, business hasn't been that good these past few days. Many people are starting to get scared and are avoiding going out unless necessary.
Yu Qiuying had originally planned to do the same, since money can never be earned enough, and she didn't want to get infected with the virus and suffer.
So several shops closed down, posted notices of temporary closure, and reminded everyone to take precautions and avoid going out unless necessary.
When Zhou Jiahong called Ye Yuan again, Ye Yuan had already been discharged from the intensive care unit.
"Cough...cough cough...Zhou Jiahong, cough cough cough...How are you doing over there, cough cough cough...you, cough...are you alright?" Ye Yuan answered the phone, her first words were concern for Zhou Jiahong, but she was still coughing a lot, and it was very difficult for her to say a word.
Hearing her cough like that, Zhou Jiahong's heart clenched. "I'm fine. I've been staying home for the past two days. But what about you? Why are you coughing so much?"
"I cough cough... I don't have a fever anymore cough cough cough... I'm fine now, cough cough... I'll be better in a few days cough cough cough..." Hearing the worry and concern in Zhou Jiahong's tone, Ye Yuan felt that she didn't feel so bad anymore.
Seeing her like this, Zhou Jiahong didn't dare to disturb her rest any longer. "It's good that you're alright. I'll talk to you now. You should rest well. I'll call you again when you're better."
On the eighth day of the business suspension, news also emerged that the virus was spreading in Dongguan Province.
Yu Qiuying and the others stocked up on supplies early on and stayed at home, not going out unless necessary. If they had to go out, they would wear masks and take precautions, and nothing happened to them.
Qin Yang, however, inevitably contracted the infection.
He was afraid of infecting his family, so he didn't dare go home and stayed in a hotel instead.
Zhou Cailian was worried about Qin Yang, so she left the child with Qin Xiuwu and Jiang Shuhe and went to the hotel to take care of him.
Aside from fever, Qin Yang had no other symptoms. He didn't cough, but his fever persisted. It would come down after taking antipyretics, but it would return shortly afterward.
My whole body ached and I felt weak and dizzy.
Zhou Cailian had never seen him so weak before, and she was so heartbroken that she burst into tears.
In just three days, Qin Yang lost a lot of weight.
As a result, he felt a little better, but Zhou Cailian started to have a fever, cough, and diarrhea again. However, her symptoms were not serious and were controlled with medication. It was just that her cough wouldn't go away, even with medication.
Back in her hometown, Zhou Caiping, Xiao Mingyang, Wang Xiuying, Ma Yanhong, Yu Qiufeng, Yu Qiuhong, Huang Xiaomei, and others all called Yu Qiuying to inquire about her situation.
In November, most major cities in China were affected by the epidemic.
In December, the virus broke out in several countries.
In February 2005, the virus spread globally.
On March 15, the WHO issued its first SHR9 alert.
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