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The man's shrewd eyes flashed with a thought. His demeanor was filled with elegance. He took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the cold sweat on Jiang Yong's forehead.

"Which hospital?"

Jiang Yong's face was pale: "City People's Hospital."

"Sleep with me, I'll give you money." The man hooked his fingers under Jiang Yong's chin, as if showing mercy. "This is much easier than practicing boxing