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... rson pushing the wheelchair was the middle-aged man who had delivered the method to Qing Chen. Seated upon the wheelchair was an extremely frail old man.
But the old man’s complexion was pale, his lips purplish-blue, and just outside the door of the conference room waited more than a dozen doctors and nurses, ready to perform emergency treatment at any moment.
Qing Chen thought to himself, "When you were fishing by the Dragon Lake, you didn’t look like this at all."
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