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... despite our past grievances.

I was arrogant and committed a grave mistake as a doctor.

I’m sorry!”

After leaving the hotel with Lin Chen, He Chenggang sincerely apologized to him.

Lin Chen said with a laugh, “It was just a small effort, no need to thank me.

You and Old Wen are acquainted, and you’re both doctors, so we’re all on the same side.”

Own people?

He Chenggang’s face flushed with embarrassment.

He and Wen Yu’an had been at ...

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