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A spark of life gleamed in the woman's eyes, but her body was worn out, lying on a wooden bed, gasping for breath.

Soon afterwards, Peter Aria arrived with the emergency medical team. Upon seeing the emaciated woman, his pupils suddenly contracted.

"Gabriella Linggo."

Despite the woman looking neither human nor ghost, Dr. Aria recognized her at a glance from the shape of her brows, eyes, and facial contours.

He quickly stepped forward to check on the woman's current state, his brows furrowing deeply.

"Multi-organ failure along with abdominal ascites, we need to save her immediately. Get her on the stretcher, quickly..."

Dr. Aria left as hurriedly as he had arrived, surrounded by his team.

As Madon Linggo was about to leave, he reached the door and instinctively turned to scan the room again. It was a tiny place. Holes had been picked through the wallpaper at the head of the bed and were stuffed with ragged cloth.