I called my mom while getting an IV drip, telling her that my cold wasn't getting better today and needed treatment. My mom was very worried and wanted Victoria Lowe to take care of me, but I refused.
There were so many people with autumn colds, the hospital was crowded, and there were no more beds in the wards. Many people were sitting in the corridors getting IV drips. I sat in the corridor, feeling dizzy and leaning against the wall with my IV drip. I heard a soft, childish voice, "It hurts! I don't want a shot!"
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