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Although Ke Hanqing's voice was neither loud nor low, it was loud enough for the people in the room to hear. Wang Han coughed violently, as if choking on his saliva. Ji Ting sat there with a gloomy expression on his face.

The first thing he saw after he opened the door was the cold ink of the bed that had been bandaged into half a mummy. A thick layer of bandages wrapped around his body