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A moment later.

Nan Huaijin pushed a small porcelain cup filled with golden tea soup in front of Ye Qinghuan.

"Qing Huan, come try some of my new good tea."

"Huaijin, why isn't that doctor here yet?"

Ye Qinghuan picked up the small white porcelain teacup that he handed to her with a worried look on her face.

"Qing Huan, relax." "A Li just called. They have passed White Stone Cliff