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The hospital opened at eight o'clock. When Wang Cheng arrived at eight-thirty, the waiting hall was already full of people. People with sick faces were wrapped in bloated down jackets, leaning on two rows of benches, looking at him expressionlessly. Wang Cheng pulled on his custom-made black woolen coat and walked briskly through the aisle between the benches. This group of lifeless guys were like a vat of cabbage that had been soaked for ten years. They exuded a dying musty smell from afar, which was not pleasant at all. Wang Cheng frowned in disgust. Wang Cheng walked straight to the registration robot. This is a machine with a square head and a square face, with a twenty-inch touch screen on top. Wang Cheng took out his medical card and inserted it into the card slot at the bottom of the screen. The touch screen lit up, and the robot said angrily: "Welcome to Xinzhi Hospital, please verify your identity." Wang Cheng covered the screen with his palm.
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