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Rebecca couldn't still believe it and continued to ask, "Why does her face turn pale if her blood is pure?" Rebecca saw that a nurse was cleaning and bandaging Andrea's wound on her big toe. The porcelain vase cut Andrea, but it was the deep wound, just a few drops of blood could be seen. It wasn't a big deal. “She has low blood sugar and is frightened. So…” the doctor then said, "take the medicine box here. Not a big deal. I will give her a nutrition shoot, and then she will wake up soon." Lance stared at the nurse who was carefully pinching a small piece of porcelain for Andrea and cleaned her wound with iodine. Lance felt relaxed. He knew Andrea was a courageous woman. Once upon a time, Andrea had torn the head of a snake with her bare hand. Lance believed that Andrea wasn't dead be
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