"Aunt Chen, come and get Uncle Chen!" a hunter shouted from the edge of the forest.
This shout made those waiting outside stand up, each craning their necks to look in that direction. They had heard that someone woke up yesterday, but didn't know who it was. So, could it be Old Chen?
Old Mrs. Chen, supported by her son and daughter-in-law, quickly walked into the forest, her hands trembling slightly with fear. Although they said someone had woken up, her husband's health had never been good. What if... what if something happened...
Old Mrs. Chen could barely bring herself to think further.
The three of them quickly entered the forest and stopped in front of two large iron pots, waiting as the hunter instructed.
The hunter swiftly walked toward the quarantine area. Having taken Beisitian's medicine, and with their previously good health, none of them had contracted the illness despite frequent comings and goings.
