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... was filled with a faint smell of disinfectant. Jiang Mingyu, regaining consciousness, slowly opened his eyes, gazing at the lights on the ceiling with some perplexity.
The numbness in his body had subsided considerably, and the pain from the wounds was no longer so pronounced. He felt thirsty but, after glancing at the empty room and the bright call bell, he lay back down.
Forget it, better to endure a bit longer—it’s not too good to always bother others.
Just as he was l ...
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