ONE HUNDRED THIRTEEN

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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED THIRTEEN

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The outside was cold, there were pedestrians that were hurrying towards their destinations and rubbing their hands together at the same time, trying to produce heat through friction, and preventing their hands from freezing.

Winter is near.

The cold wind occasionally swept past through the people, making them shiver, their feet doubled their effort to walk, carefully to not stumble on the ground and hit their faces on the paved street, then instead of going home, they will be sending themselves to the hospital next to the busy street.

Inside the hospital, Sharon was pacing back and forth in front of a closed door. It was numbered 203; it was a private hospital room. The secretary was a little bit pale, and a whole day had yet to pass, but her face was painted with a terrible exhaustion.

As she was anxiously walking in circles and d