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Xu Zimei glanced at the old man and saw that his body was stiff, his skin taut, and very cold to the touch.
Clearly, he looked like a dead person.
But there was still a faint breath from his mouth.
Xu Zimei frowned slightly, this state reminded him of some situations.
"Big brother, please take a seat, I'll go and prepare grandpa's medicine," the little girl said with a smile.
Watching the little girl's retreating figure, Xu Zimei surveyed the room.
But he couldn't figure anything out.
So he decided to look around the area.
Stepping out of the main door, the neighborhood looked even more like a slum.
The buildings here were all dilapidated.
They were the kind that might collapse at any moment.
Xu Zimei had only walked a few steps when he heard crying from the courtyard next door.
A crowd had gathered in the small courtyard, seemingly discussing something.
Xu Zimei squeezed through the crowd to get inside.
