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... d man with a goatee.
He carried a large medicine box, hurriedly following Xiaotou to the thatched cottage.
Uncle Changshun lay sideways on a hard wooden bed, his waist covered in large patches of bruised blood.
The stabbing pain felt like needles, making cold sweat drip down his forehead.
He had been gritting his teeth to endure, but now that the tension had eased, the discomfort surged.
Seeing his father crying out in pain, Xiaotou’s eyes were filled with ...
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