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In the ward.

Dr. Zhao looked at the red-faced father and son duo, who were half lying on the sickbed. He scratched his head as if he had nothing to live for, and glanced at his mother from time to time.

Yes, mother usually saw her grandson making a ruckus and scolded him a long time ago, but why was there no movement today?

Old Zhao's mother passed the chicken soup to her calmly