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... hand, "Go and find a patient, there is no doctor today!"

Liu Fenyun grabbed her paw, stroked the pad and said earnestly, "Today I want to keep His Highness here. Practicing medicine is very boring, so don't feel wronged that His Highness is by my side every day."

"But I never thought it was boring to follow you to find patients." Lian Yi said in surprise.

She didn't understand why Liu Fenyun thought so. Do you think she only sleeps and never does anything while practicing m ...

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