It was the 9th day of Wuhan lockdown （封锁） starting on January 23. My parents left because they had been running fever for several days and they were showing other symptoms of COVID-19.
The virus, COVID-19, is somehow fearsome because it does not discriminate（区别对待）in choosing who it infects. And if the older people were infected, the situation could be worse, so I was wondering whether my parents would make it.
On the second day, my parents called and asked me how I was. We talked using FaceTime, and the moment I saw my mom lying there with an oxygen mask and my dad could not talk without breathing heavily, I realized that I had to live on my own.
But two weeks later, I got a fever and had to go into quarantine（隔离）to be observed for 14 days. Fortunately, my illness turned out to be not COVID-19.
Everything there was busy, and there seemed to be a shortage of medical staff and materials were in short supply. Even though the doctors and nurses were covered from head to toe, I could see how tired they were when I looked into their bloodshot eyes. Most of the patients were really understanding, but of course there were those who were not, and complained loudly, but all the doctors and nurses tried their best to deal with it in a calming way.
When the quarantine was over, every patient thanked the workers for what they had done, but the answer patients received was exactly the same: "That's what we're here for. "
