Qin Raft was a building with a black face in the morning.

He smelled of saltiness.

In fact, many of the doctors who came up from the first floor had this smell, and it can't be said to be very strong, but it was faintly visible.

Even at this moment, the entire floor of the ward, including the courtyard outside, was wafting with the smell of stinky salted fish.

Hours had passed, and they were used to it.

But as soon as I went upstairs, I saw the escort who was about to get off the night shift

"Sick and weak beauty is a god in a horror game" 223: [Fushou Tiancheng] What kind of taste is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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