The lights in the infusion room were stark white, and the air was thick with the suffocating smell of disinfectant.
In the small hours of the night, the crowd gradually thinned out, leaving only a scattered few patients and their families. The silence was occasionally broken by the sound of coughing or the low hum of medical equipment.
Mengmeng slept quietly in Mu Qingxue's arms, her tiny body rising and falling slightly with each breath. Her fever-flushed cheeks had lost some of their heat, but they remained pale.
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