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... s in the room followed suit.

All the medical equipment indicated that the patient had completely lost vital signs. There was no hope left.

Rosemary glanced at the clock on the wall and solemnly announced, "Time of death, December 28, 7:23 p.m."

The doctors and nurses in the operating room all bowed their heads in silence, bidding the patient their final farewell in this manner.

Scenes from the past kept replaying in Rosemary’s mind.

"Rosemary, I heard you ...

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