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In the middle of the night, Chen Qing had a nightmare. Her forehead was covered with sweat, and her brows were tightly knitted. She subconsciously whispered, "Please, don't come over."

"I didn't say anything. Nothing."

"Please let me go."

"It hurts, it hurts."

Each word echoed in the empty ward. Her thin voice sounded like she was crying