VIP ward, a laughter, a wounded back in the corridor outside the door, quickly ran into the bathroom,

at the moment, the bathroom is empty, Zhang Yuanyuan fled into a room, closed the door, back against the door, breathing hard, suffering.

Why, why do they all have good men in pain, good men in love, and why are these good men rich, dignified, and what?

Two streams of heat flow down the eye socket, dripping on the pale blue nurse's clothes, leaving a water mark, especially obvious.

Zhang Yuanyuan escaped from the VIP ward. Thermometers and blood pressure measuring instruments were left on the sofa. She couldn't stand the harmonious...