C223 Sick

"Everyone is sick now!" Yang Shijie sat on the bed with one leg crossed, rubbing his ankle hard, while baring his teeth.

"Look over there …" He pointed to a young man sitting across from us in the upper bunk. "Did you notice his hand?"

I saw his hand jerk out of his grasp as if he had just washed it and was trying to shake off a drop of water on his hand