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... take a rest, so that he could go to the competition with the team arranged by Jin Wenbo.

But as soon as he went to bed, he suddenly murmured, "Wait?"

As a genius doctor, under this silence, he instantly heard a slight breathing sound.

"Who!?"

Lin Fan abruptly got off the bed. He didn't even care about getting dressed, and looked around vigilantly.

"under the bed?"

Lin Fan glanced at him and was about to catch the man under the bed.

But at this tim ...

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