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... Chonghuai urged.
As he urged, Xiao Yuchuan placed two fingers on Xiao Chonghuan’s pulse. This old thing, if saved immediately, can still survive, but delaying even the time of half a pot of tea would be too late.
"How is he?" Uncle Six, Xiao Chongjing, asked anxiously.
Xiao Yuchuan shook his head gravely, "Uncle Six, my father, he... he’s not going to make it..."
"Huh... huh..." Xiao Chonghuan gasped for air. Just as he opened his mouth, a mouthful of old blood sp ...
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