2020 has entered January, and the city of Wuhan, located in central China, is still very warm in winter. Although the deciduous trees have long since withered their leaves and the dry lotus leaves are shivering in the north wind, the evergreen trees are still lush and full of life in winter.

It was past midnight, but Song Yueqin was lying in bed tossing and turning, and several cases of pneumonia caused by unknown viruses appeared in the Hankou Huanan Seafood Wholesale Market, which was always entangled in her heart, and she couldn't sleep peacefully. As the head of the respiratory and critical care department of the famous Jimin Hospital in Wuhan, a chief doctor and professor, she has always been anxious about whether this virus will be like the epidemic 17 years ago. SARA, or SARS in China, is caused by the coronavirus and is highly contagious. Since the outbreak in Guangdong at the end of 2002, the center of the epidemic has been transferred to the capital Beijing, and has rapidly spread to the whole country, spreading to 32 countries and regions in Southeast Asia and even the world, with a cumulative total of more than 8,400 SARS cases and more than 900 deaths. At that time, the whole country was united in the fight against SARS, and it was not until mid-2003 that the epidemic was gradually eliminated.

Cheng Fenglei, the husband next to him, was woken up by Song Yueqin's tossing and turning, he stretched out his strong arm, put his arms around Yueqin's neck, and asked with concern: "Yueqin, what's wrong with you tonight? Why haven't you slept yet?"

Lin Yueqin turned sideways, faced her sleepy-eyed husband, and said apologetically, "It's affecting your sleep." The day before yesterday, a WeChat message spread very well in my group of doctors, saying that there was a doctor named Li Wenliang in the central hospital, and in his classmates' group, he said that their hospital had found several cases of pneumonia patients infected by unknown viruses, and the symptoms were very similar to the SARS virus. The results quickly spread among my classmates."

Cheng Fenglei asked with sleepy eyes: "What kind of virus is this? Is there a conclusion at present?" As the head of Binjiang District, he heard this rumor a few days ago, thinking that it was a winter flu, and he didn't take it too seriously.

"This is a new virus that has never been detected in the past, and the cause is still unknown. If you think about the SARS epidemic in 2003, everyone didn't know anything about the virus at the beginning, only that it was a new virus that had never been discovered before, and that pneumonia was caused by this unknown pathogen. As a result, it has spread rapidly throughout the country and the world, causing great losses to the national economy and people's lives and health, how terrible you say!"

"Well, yes. You, a medical expert, look at the problem from a professional perspective, and your worries are reasonable, and it is indeed worth being vigilant!" Hearing his wife say this, Cheng Fenglei also felt that this new virus was extraordinary.

The moonlight sneaked in through the gap in the curtains, and the light and shadow sprinkled on Song Yueqin's beautiful face. Although she is almost 45 years old, it seems that the years have not left a trace, and she still maintains a slender figure and a delicate face: melon seed face, willow eyebrows, a pair of beautiful big eyes, a smile, two small dimples on her face, how beautiful she looks.

Cheng Fenglei looked at Yueqin's delicate face steadily, smelled a faint body fragrance on her body, he looked down at his wife's misty eyes, his heartstrings were plucked, and he took her into his arms.

"Feng Lei, we are all old husbands and wives, and we have all reached the age of 'touching the right hand with the left hand', how can you still have this kind of Yaxing today?" Yueqin stretched out her arm as white as jade, hugged her husband's neck, and said leisurely.

"Hehe, you're only 45 years old this year, and I've just turned 48, how can you think you're old? Anyway, I think I'm not old, I'm still young!" Cheng Fenglei said as he hugged his wife tightly in his arms, and his lips slid along Yueqin's forehead, eyebrows, eyes, and nose to her sweet lips.

Yueqin's breathing began to become more and more rapid, and the two were tightly entangled, unable to separate again.

A pot of daffodils on the windowsill felt the spring in the room, the buds on the branches slowly bloomed, and the pink flowers released a faint fragrance, wafting in the warm and romantic atmosphere of the bedroom, making people feel like a dream.

Yueqin felt that her husband's hot body was like a warm bonfire in a cold night, burning with scorching flames, and she was the moth that flew towards the flames, and her body slowly turned into ashes in the passion and flames......