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... wound isn’t on your body, so of course you cannot understand my pain,” Sang Shen slapped the table, his face souring to the extreme.
The medical staff, being relatively inexperienced and shy, blushed and thickened at the neck from the scolding but didn’t dare to retort, meekly walking back and complying, “Then I’ll dress the wound for you.”
Sang Qiao slightly frowned, unable to see why Sang Shen was making trouble out of nothing.
She went over by herself, bent down to sea ...
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