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Yara, who was covered in sweat, appeared at the door of the ward. He suddenly rushed over, came to the bed, and looked at his unconscious mother.

On the hospital bed, Mrs. Smith's face was very pale, and no trace of blood could be seen. Yara slowly squatted down and held her hand, which was in infusion. Her hand was cold and had no temperature at all.

He bent his knees and knelt down