"You're already infected with the plague. Where else do you want to go? This disease can be transmitted just by talking. Are you purely trying to harm people?”
Zhou Yulan tilted her head and said unhappily.
Until now, she did not dare to turn her head completely to look at the person behind her. She was afraid that she would look at something she should not look at and get into trouble. Therefore, she did not dare to look back as she spoke.
Thinking that the people behind him were infected with the plague, they did not realize how contagious the disease was, so they hurriedly took out a mask from the pocket of their white coat.
"Here, put it on quickly. Don't infect others.”
Usually, they would carry one or two spare masks on their bodies in case of emergency.
"Thank you."
The man silently put away his wooden hand. Thinking that he had misunderstood the other party's meaning, his expression was a little embarrassed.
