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It was already dusk when Dongqi arrived at the Huici Rehabilitation Center. Her uncle didn't come to pick her up, and she couldn't get through on the phone. Fortunately, she remembered the address, but no matter what, the driver would only drop her off at the end of the bridge. In desperation, Dongqi had no choice but to drag her suitcase, step by step across the river and through the mountains, to the door of the rehabilitation center. When her hand finally grasped the rusty door, Dongqi had no strength at all. She sat on the suitcase, panting, and looked at her internship location. Huici Rehabilitation Center is undoubtedly very old. Even the acrylic "heart" of the word "Huici" is gone, leaving only vague traces. It is a square three-story building with stucco walls. The wall-creeper on one side has climbed to the top of the building. There are no lights in the building, so it is too dark to see clearly. The windows are long and narrow.