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... lance. “Can you do it?” These words were obviously questioning Jiang Qiran’s professionalism. If it was just an ordinary medicinal wine, it would have been fine. However, there were still many fine grains of sand on the wound on ye Linlang’s knee. She had to disinfect and clean it first. Faced with the male doctor’s doubts, Jiang Qiran only smiled faintly. “I used to train together with the army in the wilderness. I often have big and small injuries. I’m still very experienced in dealing with th ...
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