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Chapter 129

Chapter 129

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Following Zhao Ping'an to the spot under the bridge—which, despite the name, was actually a construction site in Puxi—they found the ground excavated and filled with concrete pipes, each over a meter high, which had become a makeshift refuge for many of the homeless. Zhao Jing was curled up inside one of the pipes, lying on a thin layer of cardboard. She used the small personal bundle they had brought with them as a pillow, and was covered by a single shirt and a few sheets of newspaper. Perhaps due to her fever, the girl’s face was flushed, and her hair, damp with sweat, clung to her scalp in thin, matted strands. Zhao Ping'an rushed over and called out to her several times, but his sister didn't respond. He immediately panicked. "Get her to the hospital."

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