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... up and apply the medicine!" Su Yingxue was afraid of provoking him again, so she hurriedly urged him.

Su Hao looked at the medicine in her hand and then looked at her eyes, but he was a little hesitant.

Shu Yan instantly snatched the medicine from Su Hao's hand and glared at Su Yingxue with a vigilant face. "Eldest Young Master, don't use it! There might be some kind of poison in this medicine. What if your wound festers and you become disabled?"

Shu Yan shut up!" Su Hao ...

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