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For Yue Xiaoxi, who is 2 1 year-old, the most beautiful voice in the world is nothing more than the calm "beep … beep …" sound from the electrocardiograph and the "quite normal, nothing" that the nurse sister told her with the medical record.
There are three small beds side by side in the small room, two by the door are empty, covered with white sheets without a wrinkle, and there is an eye-catching red cross in the middle, and the innermost small bed is Yue Xiaoxi, tapping the white keyboard from time to time. Her face was put into the white light of the desk lamp, with a morbid blush. "Two thousand nine hundred and thirty-five ... two thousand nine hundred and ninety-one ... three thousand!"
Constantly refreshing the number of words, she cheered and wrote the last word at 23: 59 on the last day of 2009, and then quickly entered eight digital passwords in the vip number field. "Release … 59 minutes … Yes, I finally caught up!" She took a deep breath and immediately felt all the fatigue, tormenting her throbbing heartbeat from time to time.
Wrapped in white gauze, the back of my hand hurts. She looked at the white gauze beside the desk lamp and saw that the back of the hand covered with bruises on the eye of the needle was swollen. I thought the intern nurse who came for puncture tomorrow morning was not the one with the northeast accent. ...
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