The female doctor who had arranged Lin Zhi's work gave her careful instructions.
Lin Zhi nodded, "Don't worry, I know what to do. I definitely won't let you all down."
"That's good, thank you for your hard work." The female doctor, who was much older than Lin Zhi, patted her shoulder before hurrying to the adjacent delivery room.
One delivery room had five beds, and there were three expectant mothers waiting to give birth in the delivery room Lin Zhi was responsible for.
They were groaning in pain on their beds, tossing and turning their bodies, and wearing masks that couldn't be removed made it even harder for them to breathe.
One of the mothers couldn't stand it any longer and asked Lin Zhi, distressed, "Can I take off the mask? I can't breathe; it's so uncomfortable..."
"Let me check!" Lin Zhi went over to check her belly. There was a slight malposition, but a vaginal delivery was possible.
"How long have you been in labor?" Lin Zhi asked her.