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... istrate had two rolls of cloth stuck in his nose. He sat on the gong bucket with a pained expression. He didn’t even dare to get up. He had only taken two steps before he had to run back. In the end, he could only sit up.
“Where’s the doctor? Get me a new doctor! Brew me some medicine!”
The magistrate had been tormented to the point that his temper was extremely irritable. Even though he had found no less than three or four doctors to see him, they all said that he had caught a c ...
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