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After a while, he opened his eyes again and said, "Let her down." Mrs. Zhuang was already on the verge of death, exhaling more than she inhaled. Her body was covered in wounds, and the floor was quickly stained red. "Mom, Mom," Zhuang Mingming cried as she rushed over and held her tightly. "Don't call an ambulance. Call a private doctor," Zhuang's father said, looking suddenly exhausted