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... > The doctor finished checking Meng Qianqian’s pulse, shook his head, and let out a long sigh.
He moved to the room next door.
Lu Yuan was sitting in a chair, sipping tea.
The Commander of the Imperial Guard stood by his side. Seeing the doctor enter, he asked, "Doctor Zhang, how is it?"
The doctor clasped his hands helplessly. "Forgive this old man for being powerless."
The Commander of the Imperial Guard frowned. "Is it that severe?"
Lu Yuan said ...
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