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Old Wang was carried into the bank.
He lay on a makeshift stretcher, his old cotton-padded coat emitting a musty smell, his thin, bony hands covered in age spots. Several young, strong sons, sweating profusely, carried him carefully, as if they were carrying a fragile porcelain. Li, the bank lobby manager, quickly approached, his professional smile becoming a bit stiff.