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"I'm fine, does your head hurt?"
Qiao Chutian reached out to check the top of her head.
"I'm fine, Chutian, hurry, take me to see Dongcheng."
At this moment, Mai Xiaomai's expression displayed an unusual calmness.
This calmness, in Qiao Chutian's view, seemed like the quiet before the storm, heartbreaking and frightening.
He didn't hesitate either, and they hurriedly went downstairs and sped to the hospital where Cheng Dongcheng was being resuscitated.
Upon reaching the hospital, the emergency room had just turned off its lights and opened its doors, and the doctor came out.
Mai Xiaomai hastily stepped forward to ask, "Did you save him?"
The doctor shook his head and looked at her, asking, "You're the forensic doctor Mai Xiaomai, right?"
"Yes."
"He can't be saved, he will die in a few minutes. Get ready for the autopsy."
The doctor looked at her with a face full of sympathy and said, "Although this is very cruel for you, it was his request."
"What do you mean?"
