"Manager Wu is usually the best at avoiding things, and even lied that the child had a fever..."
When the aunt held Yan Bubu and squeezed near the west cave gate, the back of her hand brushed against his face, and he shrank suddenly as if it was burned.
Then she touched his forehead tentatively, and his expression suddenly changed.
"Feel it, feel it, is this child really having a fever?"
The person next to him touched Yan Bubu's forehead and said affirmatively, "Yes, the burn is quite severe."
The auntie was anxious: "Shouldn't people with fever be locked up on those platforms and nailed up with wooden bars?"
Someone else said, "I just saw Administrator Wu carrying him to the medical station. The medical officer checked him out and he should be fine."
"Don't worry, the child probably just has a cold and a fever, otherwise the medical officer wouldn't have let anyone take him away."
Having said that, the aunt's face still looked unhappy. She held Yan Bubu farther away from herself, and her eyes were always looking at his face vigilantly.
It seemed that if there was any slight movement, he would throw the person out of his arms.
The western entrance is the safest, and everyone wants to move here, so it is even more crowded.
An old man was squeezed in the crowd, his face was pale and sweat was dripping down his forehead.
He raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his face. His index finger was wrapped in a thick gauze. The surface of the gauze was oozing with blood, the edges were bright red, but the small pool of blood in the middle was actually jet black.
The old man seemed to be in discomfort. He unbuttoned the buttons around his neck and kept clearing his throat, making a sound of phlegm rolling in his throat.
The person nearby found it very irritating and wanted to move away from him, but as soon as he moved to the side, the old man fell on him as if he could not stand steadily.
“Hey, hey, stand still.” The man reached out his hand to push in disgust, and the next second he let out a scream, “Let go of my hand, what are you doing, why are you biting me?”
The old lady was standing at the west entrance of the cave, staring at Yan Bubu, when she heard someone screaming not far behind her.
The crowd was noisy all the time, like a pot of water about to boil, with strings of small bubbles rising continuously. But now it finally reached the boiling point, and the water surface began to churn violently.
They no longer squeezed together in small arcs, but pushed each other, running around like headless flies, and letting out sharp and fearful cries.
"Zombies... Zombies..."
The old lady was pushed to the wall. When she heard the word "zombie", her body trembled and she immediately looked at Yan Bubu in her arms.
Yan Bubu closed his eyes. Because of the high fever, his chest rose and fell rapidly and his face was flushed.
The old lady looked around in panic, then threw Yan Bubu into the arms of the person next to her: "I can't hold him anymore, you hold him."
The man subconsciously caught Yan Bubu and asked in astonishment: "Why did you give the child to me?"
"Weren't you the one shouting the loudest just now? You said you would help look after the child, so just keep an eye on him." Without waiting for the man to come to his senses, the old lady dived into the crowd.
"Hey, what's wrong with you? Didn't you force the child to come over here?" Seeing the aunt's back disappear, the man jumped in anxiety, holding Yan Bubu, not knowing what to do.
The screams not far away continued, and the man handed Yan Bubu to the person next to him: "My hands hurt, I'm afraid I'll drop the child, you hold him for a while."