The corridors and seats in the outpatient building were crowded with people queuing up for registration. Most of them were men and women in Tibetan costumes holding children. The children were crying, and the adults were blushing, helpless and helpless. Their faces were sad, after all, they were the ones that were close to their hearts, and if they were crying, it meant they were in pain, so why weren't they anxious?...
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