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At 11:40 a.m., Yun Ya finished packing up her things and prepared to leave.
Having nothing scheduled for the afternoon, she decided to visit the market and buy some things to take back home.
As she was just leaving the inpatient department, a frail-looking girl approached. She was wearing a loose dress with a coffee-colored knitted cardigan draped over it, making her slender figure appear even more delicate, as if a gust of wind could knock her over.
Her long hair was casually tied back, strands sliding down around her temples, and her small face was so pale it had lost all color. Her features were even more refined and otherworldly, with an added touch of fragile beauty that made her pitifully lovely, truly a sickly beauty.
Yun Ya noticed the fine sweat on the girl's forehead, her eyebrows knitted in pain, one hand clutching her stomach, clearly in agony.
