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Jiang Huo only felt his forehead turn cold, as if something had touched his forehead. He was shocked, but then he stopped laughing.

She rolled her big, tearful eyes, and saw nothing.

Zhong Anzhe retracted his hand. He didn't have a fever, nor did he smile anymore. It seemed like his brain wasn't burned out.

He turned around, picked up the medicine on the table, and walked to the bedside