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"Zhang Wei..."

I hear someone calling my name. I open my eyes as much as I can, but my vision is quite blurry and I have no control over my body.

"Hang on, I am taking you to the hospital," I hear the voice again and my body is lifted by a pair of arms.

I feel my eyelids drooping and my head drops on my saviour's chest.

"Zhang Wei, don't sleep, look at me," the voice keeps repeating with apparent anxiety in the tone.

The voice is getting more and more distant...

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