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... ? Oh No, It’s a Pregnant Woman! [Second Update—Vote Requested]

Traditional medicine is just a cover. I certainly can’t say I know these things through scanning.

Because if I said that, it wouldn’t be long before I’d be off to a psychiatric ward.

So, I just made up a reason that sounded pretty reasonable.

Traditional medicine, you know.

In the eyes of the older generation, it’s unlikely to be self-taught. To add credibility, I made up a story about learning fro ...

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