When Yun Xi read this aloud, Zhao Yumo's legs grew weak with terror.
Fortunately, she hadn't drunk any of the water in the cup or touched her lips to the cup. She'd just put on an act of pouring water into the cup.
She couldn't imagine what the consequences would have been if she'd actually contracted this type of virus.
"Don't be nervous. Su Hang, you can give her a blood test. I called Young Marshal Mu and asked him to bring some clothes over. Now, all the things we've touched have to be disinfected, just in case."
Su Hang nodded. "Okay."
"Yumo, don't be nervous. Although this virus is transmitted easily enough, it also requires a living environment and certain conditions to infect people. You should wait for your examination before we worry. Let's assume that nothing is wrong."
"Yun Xi, what about you? You..." Moving farther away from the experiment table, Zhao Yumo looked at her worriedly. "You have to be careful, this is a virus."