"Dad, how is Mengmeng? She hasn't been infected with the S virus, has she?" The moment he entered, Gu Zhihan rushed over to ask, completely lacking his usual composure.
Gu Zhihan's father shook his head with a bitter smile, "It's confirmed; she's been infected with the S-type flu."
After finishing, he turned his head away, not daring to look at the two children, the corners of his eyes brimming with red.
As a doctor who had seen much of life and death, he was accustomed to it, yet now facing his own kin, his heart, long numbed, suddenly throbbed with pain again, as if he was encountering a patient he couldn't save for the first time.
"How could this... How could this... I've been disinfecting the house so thoroughly every day, I never dared let her go outside." Tears fell from Gu Zhihan's eyes, his heart filled with pain and guilt.
He attributed all the reasons to himself.
