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... ht and shallow as gossamer. Beside the bed, an old man with white hair and beard sat. He was dressed in a traditional Chinese garment, and he was very skinny, but his eyes were lively. He was taking the pulse of the old man on the bed.
Sigh. The old man let out a deep sigh after taking the pulse.
“How is it, Mr. Sang?” Zhou Ying who had rarely spoken on the way to the house spoke up hastily after seeing his reaction.
The old man named Sang pondered for some time before respondi ...
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