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Old Master Qiao, who had just been rescued, was as weak as a cicada in the autumn, weak and gave off a feeling of being swept away. Yan Zirong was unable to match the old man in front of her with Old Master Qiao, who had been arguing with Qiao Zi'an in the ward.

Yan Zirong walked in front of Old Master Qiao softly and called out carefully