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... rgency room, what is a patient like you doing here?"


How did you get in? Where's the nurse? Bring him back and give him a Divine Calming Needle! "


Looking at Ye Xuan walking out in his hospital gown, Director Yuan recovered and shouted.


"What are you still standing there for?" Hurry up and take him out. "

This is a serious matter, and life and death are at stake. What are you, a patient, doing here?

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