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... y to the hospital.

The man was washing up, his head lowered as he repeatedly rinsed his face with clear water, the droplets sliding down from his forehead, along his nose bridge to his chin before dripping down.

The water traced down his neck, pooling on his collarbone.

Fu Ying blushed as she watched, quickly averting her eyes.

The scene felt a bit provocative to her.

"Why are you here?" Shen Liguang took a clean towel to dry his face, "I need to go to the ...

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