On January 17, 2020 my muscles were all sore. I may have had a little fever, but the pain was not severe enough to be noticed. Looking back in time, it is a little scary because my home and school where I study Japanese are within a 5 km radius from Wuhan, where the virus is believed to have originated.

To treat muscle pain I took some tablets because I thought: it was a normal cold. Now that I think about it, I say I missed the best time to treat the virus, keeping it with antiviral medication at an early stage.

I don't know how I got the virus. I always eat at the same Hong Kong-style restaurant below my school. I was not going around during that time because it was very cold, and since I was tired after school, I was always back home. After the semester break started, I stayed with my parents and not in the dormitory. I started wearing a mask a few days later when I saw everyone else around me wearing masks.

On January 21st, I felt pain all over my body, so I called my dad to a casual cafe. He felt something was wrong and urged me to go home immediately. My mother told me if my temperature did not drop later that night we would go to the hospital. At 11 o'clock at night, the fever had not gone, so I went to Tongji Hospital.

Upon arrival I saw the hospital full of patients. Seeing the doctors in their weird clothes dressed differently this time not as in real life, for the first time as in SARS documentaries, I realized something bad was happening to me.

When I did the analysis I was infected.

I realized that I needed spiritual support, because beyond physical pain, I thought: For me this is the end, I will not succeed !. So I watched my favorite show on the phone and seeing the characters â??normal, happy lives, I thought: I have to say goodbye to this life forever. But watching the show, my heroine went through many trials in the first half of her life and then she succeeded. I got sober!

I was given a free Anti-HIV medication for five days in the hospital, this cure would ease my terrible aches and pains while my family was also starting to take prescribed medication. I began to believe that I would recover and this was happening day by day.

Because of my improved situation and limited beds in the hospital, I was told to go home and isolate myself and so my therapy ended.

I was given another coronavirus test and more drugs were recommended to me. The next day the test results showed that I was negative for the virus, but according to the doctors' instructions, I had to go back for another test. On February 7th the results again showed that I was negative and declared healed. I had gone to hell and returned!

The story of 21-year-old young Tiger Ye