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Her mother stood in front of her hospital bed, conversing with her father who had just come in from outside, holding a newly bought lunch box. This month is probably already November, it has become cold, and the wind is stronger than in other months. Her father didn't look any better either.

"This month's money has been spent on treatment for my child, and I don't know how long I can take care of her. It is worrisome."

"I can only work overtime now, hope my child recovers is quick."

"What's wrong with my mom's hand?" The palm of her hand hit the screen.

[Because she wanted to save your life, she went to work in many places and also visited her at night, taking care of her, bathing, and confiding in you.]

"Parents, wait for me, I will soon get out of here and go home with you." Tears welled up in her eyes.

"Can I have a few words with them? I beg you, I will fulfill all requests."

[I'm afraid this isn't possible, the connection between this world and reality... It's too difficult. Hope