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It was obviously a room, but people were coming and going all the time. Along the south wall, there is a long stretch of hanging-necked ghosts. His expression was dull and his face was strange. There are two types of neck hanging tools: electric and mechanical. No one chooses to choose. Whatever they catch, they just hang. After being adjusted by professionals, people sit on it, and a few wide cloth straps lift up the cheeks to maximize the length of the neck. On a dozen beds, some men and women were lying on their backs, humming and chirping. Moans, suppressed and wanton, came and went. There were also sizzling sounds oozing out from between the teeth, accompanied by twitching and screaming for mother. But these people still lay there, letting the doctor in front of them pinch them, their expressions were contrary to the calls, and there was actually a bit of enjoyment on their faces. This is a treatment room.
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