No Lingering

As I crossed the border into the mainland, my faith (what little I ever had, that is) in China's ability to ward off future outbreaks of disease was weakened as I watched the health-checker, in his official-looking white lab coat, look bored while picking his nose.

As I exited immigration control, a sign hanging from the ceiling read: No Lingering.

Do they mean like the doubts I have every time I go there?

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