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In the ICU of the Central Hospital on the 10th floor in Jiangnan City, a beautiful woman dressed in white lay on a hospital bed!
Her dark hair was loosely spread on the pillow, and her pretty face was as pale as paper, completely devoid of color. Bandages were wrapped around her head, but there was no blood seeping through. Her lips were tinged with cyanosis, and the tear stains at the corners of her eyes had dried up.
Around her were 88 Grindstone Flowers, their yellow petals seeming to lament with sorrow.
Shu Yuehua!
A once radiant beauty had withered away.
This woman, who once had a voluptuous figure and was a stunning teacher, now lay there quietly, like a wilted snow lotus, eliciting such pity.
At this moment, inside the ICU, apart from Shu Yuehua's body, there were also two doctors clad in white, wearing masks, wrapped up tightly.
One of them was Doctor Xu Zhixing, and the other was a thin, elderly man with a somewhat unfamiliar face.
