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Nán Wǎnyān's memories fused with the pain, intensifying it to unbearable levels. Just as her consciousness was fading, she heard a man sneer and say his final words: —,With her medical skills, she could cure her own face in minutes.,A little girl of three or four years old stood outside the high wall of Yiwangfu, looking up at another little girl lying on top of the wall and whispering, “Almost there! Come on, Xiaobao!”。