The noise grew louder and louder, drawing the attention of the other wards.
Inside those wards, people peered out through the glass windows and saw the commotion in one of the rooms.
Curious, some lay flat on the floor and opened the small door where the lunch boxes were distributed, pressing their ears against it.
They could hear what Zhang Min had said.
The people were horrified, their panic spreading quickly.
"People are dying? Wait, doesn't that mean staying here is dangerous? What if we catch the fever too and end up dying like them?"
The collective thought was the same: they needed to get out of there.
The brows of the two officers guarding Zhang Min's ward furrowed in worry. They were unprepared for such a situation.