Lin Zhi noticed that the young nurse's mask did not seem new; it appeared to be the same one from yesterday. There was a stain on her mask that she had seen yesterday, and it was still there today.
"Isn't it true that many people don't have them?" Lin Zhi asked her.
The young nurse nodded, "Yes, actually, we are already out of masks. Now everyone is trying to come up with a solution, seeing if we can make some masks using gauze or something."
Masks were in such short supply.
In her previous life, Lin Zhi had not experienced this contagious disease, and she did not know why it was happening in this life.
Otherwise, she would definitely have tried to avoid a lot of difficulties.
"Can one not buy them even with money?" Lin Zhi asked again.