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In the quiet ward, there was only the rhythmic sound of a machine and the faint sound of breathing. The smell of disinfectant was replaced by the fresh fragrance of flowers, but the uneasiness was still there.

Gu Qinghuan held Lee Zeyan's hand with both of her hands. Di Ya, who was at the side, kept her eyes on him, afraid that she would miss a single movement of his.

"Hurry and wake up