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Terrifying, scary. Fu Qingyun was no longer the elegant gentleman he was before. He was just a fucking monster!

To use such words to describe a person lying on the sickbed seemed a little too much, but Wang Hao couldn't find a more suitable word.

"Doctor Wang, do you have any ways to treat Qingyun's illness?" Old Master Fu couldn't help but ask.

If Fu Qingyun died