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This one is a debuff that I’ll have to carry for the rest of my life.

“Well, if I calculate it, it seems like it decreases by about 0.1 every two hours. Cough.”

When I cough, a bit of blood comes up along with my saliva.

That’s not a good sign. It means there’s damage to the lining of my lungs or intestines.

“The health reduction manifests as internal injuries. That’s the key point.”

It’s impossible to surgically remove the symptoms by ...

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