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Before she even stepped into the courtyard, she saw two male youths carrying a person on a stretcher. The man had a bruised face, a swollen nose, and a bloody bandage wrapped around his head as they walked back.,Tang Zhenzhen stared in astonishment and anger at the patient on the stretcher. It wasn't Wang Jianhua, who was it,At the end of the year, the collective team calculated the food rations for the educated youth.。