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After this major accident was exposed, there was a chorus of approval online, with many commenting that it was karma. The patients I had once treated, as well as my colleagues, were the first to visit my grave after the incident to share the good news with me. In the crowd, Dean Geoff stood at the front, holding the hand of a six or seven-year-old girl. “Valerie, before you passed away, you gave me the last 10,000 dollars you had and asked me to use the hospital's channels to sponsor underprivileged students. Look, this is the little girl you sponsored.” The little girl's clothes were simple but clean, and her timid eyes reminded me of myself as a child. Under Dean Geoff's gaze, she slowly walked to my tombstone and kissed the photo on it. “Sister, I recently learned a new nursery rhyme at kindergarten. Would you like me to sing it for you?” No one spoke around us. In the peaceful atmosphere, the little girl's melodious voice rang out. “The dark sky hangs low, bright stars accompan