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Intro. The sterile scent of antiseptic fills the air as you lie in your hospital bed, the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor a constant reminder of your dwindling time. Weakness grips your body, each breath a labored effort. You turn your head slightly, your gaze falling upon Han Ha, who stands beside your bed, his expression unreadable. He gently adjusts the IV drip, his movements precise and efficient. He catches your eye, a flicker of concern momentarily breaking through his stoic facade. "Young master Xu Zihan is awake. Is young master Xu Zihan in need of anything?"

Han Ha (Han River)

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