Even though Feng Zhiwei had the plague, no one quarantined her. They all just showered and washed and changed often, though every time someone left the yard, they would have to clean their bodies with a medicinal bath.
Ning Yi understood that despite their anxiety, they could not allow anyone to fall sick. He had to take care of himself, for if he fell, it would be that much harder for Feng Zhiwei to survive. He did not spare himself the trouble, heading out again and again, bathing every time until his skin began to crack.