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... finishing his meal, Yang Ping collected his lunch box. Song Zimo passed by and picked up his lunch box, saying, “I’ll throw it away for you!”

Without further words, he walked straight towards the big bin for collecting lunch boxes.

Even throwing away a lunch box looked cool when he did it, Yang Ping thought.

Wiping his mouth, he continued the surgery.

Another whole day was spent in the operating room.

In the afternoon, after finishing the rounds, Yang Ping ...

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