Da Siming helped Dongjun on his way in the wind and snow, but the knife wound on Dongjun's chest could not stop the bleeding. Even after asking seven doctors, they couldn't cure it. The seventh old man pointed to the first hospital in the east of the city. Da Siming rushed in and wanted to jump in line, but the young doctor didn't even raise his head: line up. She was so angry that she wanted to take action. When she stepped forward, the person was further away. Cold sweat broke out on her back, so she just went to wait nearby. Dong Jun was completely unconscious, blood dripping on the chair. Da Siming clenched his fists, this doctor was not easy to mess with.
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