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... ang took off his shirt and was sitting cross-legged in the medicine barrel with his heart up and motionless.
Elder Zhou's palm slapped lightly from time to time, hitting some key acupuncture points on the back of Yang Fang's chest, and streams of pure internal force gushed out, allowing Yang Fang to absorb the liquid medicine faster.
More than half an hour has passed.
The dark red liquid in the barrel gradually became transparent.
"The conversion is not bad, ...
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