One day, in the afternoon, the air conditioning was too strong, and I caught a chill.
Coincidentally, the PS5 delivery with a hundred billion subsidies arrived on the same day. With my weakened body, I placed it on the table and contacted a certain online store to back up the Hong Kong server, completing it in one go. The second-hand disc of "The Last of Us" was purchased from that online store. Initially, I used the disc drive, but it was upside down, and I managed to read it and enter the game. I wandered in the post-apocalyptic world for about 10 minutes; the storyline was excellent, but my discomfort worsened. I felt fatigued and my legs were numb, clearly having caught a chill, so I dared not be careless and drank hot water while lying in bed.
After a while, I got a thermometer, placed it under my armpit, and it read 38 degrees. I was very scared, so I had a delivery person buy medicine. The form required a low temperature, and since 38 exceeded the limit, I filled in a false value to get the medicine, planning to visit the hospital the next day.
The next day, I rode my bike to the hospital. After taking the medicine, my temperature stabilized. Thinking of being responsible to the organization, I resolutely took a detour to the fever clinic and arrived shortly.
I saw the doctor wearing an N95 mask, and the security guard beside him had a solemn expression. He asked, "You had a fever last night; what is the process?"
The doctor laid out a form to record various information for the epidemiological investigation, which was quite lengthy. After completing the investigation, I noticed a wooden board on the right side with prominent red letters stating, "After the nucleic acid report, you need to isolate and observe for at least three hours." I was shocked by the long isolation time and asked, "Do I need to wait the full time before I can be diagnosed?" The doctor was displeased and replied, "The hospital is a place for diagnosis." After that, I changed to an N95 mask and followed the signs to the outpatient hall.
It was still early, and there weren't many people in the outpatient area. A doctor stood at the entrance, saw me coming, took a disinfecting tissue, wiped the chair several times, and instructed me to sit down, fearing the virus might linger on the chair. He asked how long I would be sitting and whether I could stand. The doctor said no. So, I sat down and verbally filled out another form, following instructions to measure my temperature, blood pressure, and heart rate, which was completed in due time.
With the basic parameters obtained, I then needed to take items related to the virus. Exiting to the left of the outpatient area, a doctor was wrapped up more securely, as if waiting for me. The doctor announced: "We need a nasal swab and an antigen test." He also asked if my blood coagulation was fine and inquired about several medications, but I don't remember the details. I replied that everything was normal. Then, a long cotton swab was inserted into my nose for the nasal swab, which was longer and softer, taking more time than the throat swab. Another regular cotton swab was used to wipe both nostrils for the antigen test. After that, I was given rubber gloves to hold the test tube and return to the front.
Upon returning to the outpatient area, I handed the test tube back to the doctor, who asked me to sit again while waiting for the blood routine test. A doctor came by from time to time to draw a tube of blood, and the testing was completed.
I listened to the doctor's arrangements for registration, payment, and other results. After a moment, my number was called, the doctor diagnosed me, prescribed medication, and after paying, the doctor brought the medicine to me. After the diagnosis, the doctor led me to what was called a separate isolation room.
The isolation room had more than twenty rooms, and I entered Room 10, scanning the code to join a patient group along with my companions and over thirty doctors.
Not daring to be careless, I quickly entered the room, which was relatively clean, with a white disposable bed sheet on the bed. I also checked the bathroom, which was clean, except for a yellow garbage bag; everything else was spotless.
During the isolation, feeling thirsty, I saw messages in the group and went to the adjacent room to self-scan for two bottles of water. The group also had doctors checking on the patients, advising to drink more water and monitor body temperature, with regular updates.
At noon, another message arrived, allowing food orders at a uniform price of 15 yuan. At the beginning of the hour, the food arrived and was quite tasty.
When the report came out, I exited the isolation room, signed, and received a notice of the end of isolation, which could be used as proof of fever.