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... y stunned, when a burly man urgently shouted:
"Can you tell what poison he’s afflicted with? Is there any way to suppress it?"
Zhang Yao took a deep breath, suppressing his chaotic thoughts, and leaned in for a careful observation.
On Zhou Changgui’s chest, a ghastly wound nearly disemboweled him, deep enough to see the bone, with its edges slightly whitening under the wash of abundant rainwater.
"This is not poison!"
After careful examination, he said: ...
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