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The young nurse looked down at her condescendingly, “Ms. Ross, I saved you, but who will save me? I'm just an ordinary person.” The young nurse pulled her pant leg out of her hand and lifted her leg to leave. Queena struggled, “I don't need you to do anything, just lend me your phone, please, I promise I won't get you into trouble.” The nurse hesitated for two seconds before handing her the phone. Queena thanked her repeatedly and dialed a series of numbers skillfully. The call finally connected after ringing for a while. Though she knew the other party couldn't see her, she bowed respectfully and muttered repeatedly, “I'm sorry, I was wrong.” Her tone was so humble it seemed to scrape the dust off the ground. Suddenly, a sharp laugh came through the receiver: “It seems life inside isn't so great, huh...” Before the words had even finished, Jerome's voice echoed faintly in the background: “Sandra, whose call is that?” “Oh, the wedding coordinator is urging us to come over and coo