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In the Qingcheng People's Hospital, the ward was completely silent.

The white walls, the white sheets, and the narrow sickbed made Zhuang Shenglan's face seem even more frightening. After all these years of living like a prince, her skin was exquisite and fair, and she looked much younger than her peers. Zhuang Shenglan, who lived in a honeypot, had never worried about living and dressed