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When Jiang Li left the ward, Wang Yuan's father suddenly grabbed his wrist. This was a middle-aged man whose age didn't match his looks. He was only in his forties, but he looked to be in his sixties or seventies. Time had left many scars on his face.

"Teacher Jiang, I beg you, I beg you …" Wang Lu's eyes were bloodshot as he choked on his words