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... ets, except when he first returned to Haicheng, he met some outsiders in Yu Mansion on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. At other times, he was reclusive and rarely met any strangers. face. Even in the hospital, he was wearing a mask and wrapped tightly, and he basically did not touch ordinary patients other than clinical patients with penicillin.

It would be outrageous to say that he could be recognized like this.

As for his name, no one has officially called him since h ...

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