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... than Frost striding over.
He wore a black overcoat, its navy collar rumpled. It was obvious he had thrown it on over his pajamas.
Luna was touched by the sight of him rushing over, disheveled as he was. ’He must be a very responsible doctor.’
"Ian, where’s the patient?"
"This way. Please."
At Blaze Fairchild’s word, a doctor opened the door to the room.
No one dared to get in the way. Any delay was time lost, and no one could bear the weight of a l ...
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