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The more I thought about it, the more my scalp felt numb. I steeled my heart and stopped thinking about it. I pulled Meng Ling's hand and said, "Run again!"

Zhang Meng Ling's face was as pale as a sheet of paper. She was panting heavily as she nodded her head.

We ran together, the sound of hurried footsteps echoing in the empty hospital, this sound drilled into my ears, like thunder