The silence of the hospital in the early morning was panicking, and the corridors were full of rows of black suits, but the entire corridor was silent.

Yan Zhibin's hair was messy, his face was haggard and pale, and even half of his suit jacket was stained with yellow mud.

He looked at Mu Yiwei, who was shrinking in the corner of the wall, bent down and squatted down, and said softly: "Yiwei, don't worry, it'll be fine." ”

Mu Yiwei finally stopped retreating, his head was full of ......

Chapter 36 of "Listening to the Night Wind" Thousands of mountains and rivers are being hit by hand, please wait a while,

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