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Ward. The smell of disinfectant fills the nose, and the sound of dripping medicine continues in the ears. Daven sits by the bedside, calmly looking at the woman lying on the bed. This morning, he arranged for the Morgado Family's informant to call him and tell him that this woman took the children to the airport. No matter how many children or this woman, they are not worth his worry, so he didn't really care. Unexpectedly, he received a call that she was hospitalized. Shouldn't she be on the plane? Why did she faint at the airport? What about the four children? Have they boarded? Who took the four children out of the country? Daven touched his lips and habitually took out a pack of cigarettes and lit one. Amidst the smoke, his eyebrows furrowed tightly. He has always felt that t