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In a world full of mystery and madness, Anna White is an "orderly therapist" who is out of place. Her extraordinary ability follows a crushing rigor: wounds must be queued for treatment according to the time of injury, treatment intervals must comply with cooling regulations, and any wound that attempts to cut in the queue will trigger the backlash clause of the "Therapist Code". When Leonard Mitchell, the "poet" of the Nighthawks team, met this extremely rigid therapist, he felt that he had encountered the biggest crisis of his career - not an evil god or a monster, but a woman who would tell him at a critical moment of life and death, "Your fatal injury is in third place, and there are two minor injuries in front of you that are being treated." To make matters worse, he found himself falling in love with this freak who even had to follow procedures to save his life. Thus, the most absurd pursuit in the mysterious world began: he studied the "Human Injury Priority Guide" just to put his wounds at the front of her schedule; he deliberately created perfectly symmetrical injuries just to match her new ability of "dual-thread treatment"; he asked her on the line between life and death: "If I am about to die, can I jump in line?" She pushed up her glasses: "Please provide three certificates of critical illness." Until one day, Leonard was really close to death. Anna knelt beside him, breaking the rules for the first time, treating seven fatal wounds at the same time, allowing the backlash to tear apart her spirituality. He smiled and said, "Look, you are finally willing to let me jump in line." She cried and replied: "No... I just wrote your name in the first position of all my schedules, circled it with a red pen, and marked it as 'permanent highest priority'.

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Fuli was forcibly taken away by the book-wearer. The man held her face and used her hands to kill her husband, abandon her as a child, and destroy her entire family. Just because she is the damn vicious female supporting character in the book. I watched my three-year-old daughter die at the claws of a monster with my own eyes. Watching my beloved husband fall under my own sword with my own eyes, Fuli's soul exploded and he awakened against the will of heaven. Tear apart the system, cut through the books, and brutally torture the male and female protagonists of Destiny! With her own power, she shattered the way of heaven, burned the plot, and killed through the three realms. On the day when her great revenge was avenged, she sacrificed everything-- Abandoning the position of the head of the family, abolishing the heaven-reaching cultivation level, and scattering the ancient soul. Don't seek immortality, don't seek glory, I just want my husband to be reincarnated and my daughter's soul to return. When I opened my eyes again, the small town in Jiangnan was filled with fireworks. She is no longer the powerful head of the Fu family in the three realms. She is just Qi Sheng's wife and Jia Jia's mother. Smoke from cooking in the small courtyard, porridge warm under the lamp, A family of three, three meals a day, four seasons. In this life, no one can even think of destroying her home again.

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Forced love. The whole family was wronged, and she was forced to stay by the regent's side. From hatred to love, she finally became a lifelong love.

A collection of short essays caused by randomness, unintelligible words in dreams

At the debate final, Su Wanxing slipped into the arms of her rival and kissed Jiang Yubai in public. The whole school exploded: the bitter rivals actually kissed? ! She died on the spot and just wanted to disappear, but someone grabbed her and made a bet: "If you lose, promise me a request - within a month, you are not allowed to avoid me, you are not allowed to block me, and you are allowed to stay with me every day." From then on, the two people who were most unlikely to be in the same room at University A became inseparable. Sticking stickers in the library, holding hands in elective courses, feeding meals in the cafeteria, taking personal care of sick people... The whole school went crazy: How could they be sworn enemies? They were clearly in love with each other!

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Wandering between drunkenness and waking up, wandering between dreams and reality

The story of Pain learning about emotions after being accidentally awakened in Naruto

A life without shining stars

A well ate the lives of three women Seven years ago, my sister fell into the well in the backyard while wearing embroidered shoes. They said she slipped. Seven years later, my husband brought home a female student with the exact same face as my sister. The day I received the diagnosis of terminal gastric cancer, I smiled-because I could finally begin to die. When I found a photo of my sister locked in my husband's study, when I found out last year's birthday cake contained her ashes, when I found out that my father-in-law was poisoned to death by his biological son... I know it's time for a reckoning. Yesterday, he knelt outside the ICU and begged me: "Use your bone marrow to save her. She is your sister's substitute." I pulled out the infusion tube, leaned over and whispered in his ear: "But hubby, the ashes of your first love... Were still mixed in my birthday cake last year." The roses beside the well are blooming especially red this year. Because down there, the person who deserves to be buried is finally buried. --Every family has a well that eats people. This well in my family has eaten women for two generations. Now, it's the stone thrower's turn to go down.

2287, peace. When Lin Yuan woke up, the first snow of the year was falling outside the window. The number on the monitor jumped a few times and returned to zero. He sat up and put his palms against the wall as he had done every morning for the past two hundred years. Warm. The thermostatic system never failed, but he still made a habit of checking it - this action came from the winter of 1921, when he first touched the wall of the landlord's house where the heater was burning. He was only sixteen years old at that time, and the cuts made by rice straw during the autumn harvest were still embedded in the gaps between his fingernails.

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He is rumored to be the strongest swordsman in the world, the loneliest swordsman, and the most pitiful swordsman...

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There are ancient poems, quatrains, and rhymes that are inspired by feelings...

Take notes on life and express your feelings

Bite! It is detected that the host has activated "The Strongest System in the World". The system is synchronizing... Warning?? Warning?? The host's destiny is being stripped away, the system activation has failed, and the system is dissipating... Boy, lend me your luck, thank you At this time, 15-year-old Xunmeng is slowly digesting everything that happened today...

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The day it was revealed that my boyfriend had fathered an illegitimate child, I got into his brother's luxury car and drove away. After I died, he took his new girlfriend to a party at my grave and said, "He loves your breasts, your legs, your face, and he loves you. Do you think he really loves you? Does betraying me really make you feel so good?" The new girlfriend poured the wine on the ground and said in a joking tone, "I won that bet, sister."

When she returned from the prosperous northern city to the southern town where she lived as a child, she ignored almost everyone's incomprehension and just returned to the town firmly. There are memories of her and him in the diary in the bedroom and under the old locust tree behind the north house, but there are no traces of his life. But she finally found him - her little god of death - under the locust tree. This is an unexpected encounter between the past and the present, and it is also a reunion between her and him.

Be my wind, blowing on my cheek; Be my king, I'm waiting for you to come back.

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Hihi is finally here~ Let me introduce myself first. I am currently in high school. Ye Shengtao Cup finals ranked first in the country, Shanqing Cup finals ranked third in the province, science fiction preliminary competition ranked second in the province, and magazine articles were published in "Yilin" and "Reader". He is also a NetEase musician, guitar arranger, and lyricist. He is currently trying to be a self-media person. He aims to go to C9 university and has an ENFJ personality. This is my first work on this platform. Due to academic reasons, I cannot write long articles or many works, but I will share my favorite essays.

Ye Yaoyao traveled through time and became cannon fodder for cultivating immortals, and was bound to the human trafficker's life extension system. A whip for one day can save the life of a seriously ill grandma. Her immortal body was filled with pain. She knelt down and locked the demon pillar, received a spiritual whip, suffered ice burns, and had her bones broken, just for the ever-increasing number of lifespans. She thought she could go home until the end of her endurance. But on the day the system was reformed, all channels were blocked, grandma died of illness, and all the pain became a joke. The ants who used to be submissive turned crazy overnight. First, kill the heroine of Heavenly Dao, then wash Ling Xiao with blood, slaughter all the bullies, and level the entire Green Underworld. System: You are just my nourishment! Shen Zhebian: Then I will destroy your rule of cannibalism. In the end, she counterattacked the system, burned out her soul, and transformed her body into her veins. From then on, the three thousand worlds will have their way back, and all generations will see light in foreign lands. She is the most miserable cannon fodder, the craziest avenger, and the god of return for all time travellers.

The snow stopped, the oath was broken, he was alive, but his world was lost forever.

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Every little bit of inspiration creates ordinary works. I hope to meet readers who share the same passion (u?? U??)

Everyone has their own name. Everyone may or may not approve of their own name. Drimlu'ao's life is wandering between recognition and disapproval.

Six college students in the dormitory were forced to sit in rows in the toilet because of bad food. For unknown reasons, they traveled to another world and became miners with extremely high production requirements. They experienced feelings like ants and dignity like piglets.

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In addition to the world we live in, there are many other worlds in this world. These worlds are derived from the world we live in. This book mainly writes about 'my' experience in dreams, presented in the first person. The description of the environment in this book is good [cheeky] and worth reading. Some sentences have deep meanings that need to be savored and pondered. As long as you look carefully, you can see the wonderful things. \U002F\u002FPoems written by myself\u002F\u002F \u002F\u002F\u002FDream - Climb to the other shore\u002F\u002F\u002F Dream is a colorful rainbow Reflected in the blue sky Colorful and diverse Dreams are the bridge between reality and virtuality Every time I think about the boat on the other side of the bridge The bridges were raised to allow navigation ensure safety Dream is a ship traveling far away Driving on a rough sea The people on the boat were me and them The ship also knows on this vast sea Temporary peace is the best comfort capsize It's eternal longing To the other shore thousands of miles away Seagulls soar and wait there victorious warrior Bringing new and precious truths boat is help Rain is a hindrance crossing between the two sides It's extremely difficult The storm blocks the sunshine But the sun breaks free from the storm Will eventually break through the sea of clouds Illuminating every place in the sea \u002F\u002FThank you for reading my poor work\u002F\u002F

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Work at sunrise and rest at dusk; all things rest and grass and trees rest. A drop in the ocean, a mediocre person in the world will die.

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