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... ed to the hospital under Qi's name with an unshaven beard, his feet were sloppy, his cheeks were sunken, his clothes were wrinkled, and exuded a turbid smell, as if he hadn't changed for a few days.
The few people standing guard outside the ward saw him, and their tense expressions cracked a little. Uneasiness oozes out: "Brother Zhen, Master Qi..."
Zhang Zhen waved his hand, he coughed a few times, pushed open the door of the ward and walked in, looked at? The person on the bed, b ...
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