Jiang Yue stood at the head of the bed on the operating table, holding her hand with one hand, and holding cotton in the other hand to wipe her tears.

Her hand trembled in his palm.

He saw her sunken boobs and a basin of bloody cotton. He couldn't bear to look at it, only stared at Xu Jiangzhi's face, and coaxed in a low voice: "It doesn't hurt, I don't know it hurts." Shrewd. It doesn't hurt for a while. ”

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Chapter 40 The person I dreamed of in my dream is hitting my hand, please wait a moment,

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