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... sighed. "Chen Ming, I just threw a little pebble at Teacher Zhou earlier, but you pushed me and ended up cutting my hand. That was an iron hoe. If I get tetanus, it could be fatal. You need to cover my medical expenses, or at least find me some medicine."
"Keep dreaming!" Chen Ming shouted angrily. "Why don’t you just become a bandit?" So delicate, huh? Tetanus, really? He had accidentally scraped his foot with an iron hoe before, and after a few days, he was fine—nothing serious at all. ...
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