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Shen Yu's hands were already much better, but Feng Jiu Tan was still worried. She used a wet handkerchief to dry the ointment, applied the ointment again, and carefully bandaged it.

The servants who were hiding in the shadows were all startled. Was this still their Ninth Master? Such gentleness and gentleness was simply too frightening.

But to Shen Yujing