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He quickly ran over and leaned against the bed.

He called out to the man on the bed, "Daddy …" "Daddy, how are you?"

The man on the bed kept coughing.

"Cough, cough, cough …" "Cough, cough …"

After that, the man lifted his hand and went forward to take his son's hand by the side of his bed.

"Be good, Little Treasure. Daddy is fine, just his throat is a little itchy …"

The man comforted her