Night hospitals always make people feel gloomy. When a night wind blows, I feel frightening cold all over. I dare not go to see my injuries because I am afraid I can't bear them.

The young man looked at me with a gloomy face. He took a deep breath and finally whispered, "Your life is tough, but can you bear it for a second time?"

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I couldn't give a reply to the young man for the time being. I had to hold on to my compassion. When I finally got some strength, I coughed up a lot of blood and gritted my teeth and said, "What are you...