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Although they had been mentally prepared, the moment they pushed open the door, a wave of damp heat mixed with a foul smell hit them in the face. Everyone, including Xie Chen, frowned in unison.

The children did not care about any of that. They squeezed through the gap and immediately stood on tiptoe to search the ward. When they spotted the bed by the window, they cried excitedly, "Huahua!"

"We came to see you!"

Hearing the familiar voices, the lonely look on the girl's face instantly turned to delighted surprise. "Brother Chen Chen?! Xiaopang?! Why are you here?!"

"Where are you hurt? Is it serious?!" Chen Chen jogged over. After only two sentences, he saw her bandaged arm and started crying. "Did they bully you?! How did you get burned when you were perfectly fine?!"

Luo Xiaopang also asked bluntly, "They sent you here and then just left you alone?! Who's taking care of you?!"

Huahua did not even have time to answer before the children surrounded her, all talking over one another.

The previously messy, noisy eight-bed ward suddenly fell relatively quiet.

Both the patients and their caregivers curiously stared at this group of "uninvited guests."

They did not watch variety shows or follow celebrities, so naturally, they did not recognize them. Their eyes were wide with curiosity.

At last, an old granny could not help asking, "Are you reporters from the television station? Are you here to interview Huahua? Did this child's parents run off? It's not even some major illness, so why is she this scared?"

Xie Chen sharply caught the key point and turned with a smile. "Ma'am, what do you mean? Her parents have never come?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the camera was thrust toward her, its eager posture practically saying—if you