My family was worrying about me when I decided to go to Wuhan. After more than 10 days here, I found their fear and my trouble is not that worrisome.

I am in my late 20s and am honored to join the battle against the novel coronavirus on the frontline as a journalist. Compared with those I am covering, I think I have no single excuse at all to choose to be in harm's way. Why? A journey to the Jiangxia makeshift cabin hospital convinced me I made the right choice and there will be victory in the battle.

On Friday I visited the makeshift hospital, which is the first taken on by TCM medical workers in Wuhan. I met two young female medics who are even younger than me. They were babies 17 years ago when SARS hit and they are heroines tending to others now.

Academician Zhang Boli, who is leading the cabin hospital, suggested everyone have instant noodles after a meeting with him ended late. The 72-year old is fighting like a young man with no personal privilege at all.

Wu Yong, my colleague and workmate in Wuhan and a father of two, said he even left a will when leaving home during the Spring Festival holiday. "Don't you miss your children?" I asked him. "I was covering SARS in 2003. I am obliged to contribute my part in the frontline this time. I have made an arrangement at home." I think he was referring to the will.

People like them are not alone. There are numerous people who are working to support the medics and patients and keep the nation running.

I took a thorough look at the cabin hospital: There are electric blankets, air purifiers, bookshelves, wifi and television. The patients are not isolated with love and care during treatment.

With all I have experienced, I am reassured and confident in the city and the country and ever determined to carry on the battle with them.

The story is translated by Guan Xiaomeng.