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But now, he just glanced in the direction of Fengjing, then strode in unhesitatingly.
The Danyang Prefect really did seem to be gravely ill, lying emaciated on the couch without a hint of life.
Even when Wen Zhiyun sat at his bedside, he had no reaction, allowing his arm to be pulled out and his pulse felt.
"How is it, how is it?" Jiang San asked impatiently.
Wen Zhiyun shook his head, then pried open the Danyang Prefect's eyelids, lightly touched his ...
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