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... bed the person’s hand in front of him as if it were the last lifeline, “Medicine…”
She had seen this person before.
Zhou Qingrang, sharing her surname.
Zhou Xufang bent down, leaning in closely to listen, “Where is the medicine?”
He could no longer speak, collapsing in the wheelchair, his breathing going from rapid to faint.
Jiang Zhi found the medicine in the storage box on the armrest of his wheelchair and asked him, “How many?”
He opened his mou ...
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