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"How are you, miss?" Ying Ge ran into the room and hurriedly asked when she saw Nan Zhijun in such a sorry state.

Nan Zhijun's face was pale and her lips were bloodless. Her forehead was covered with large beads of sweat, and her clothes were tattered. There were some dirt, mud, and other filthy things stuck to her clothes.

"Your legs …" Ming Xin walked up to Nan Zhijun and examined her closely