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A voice abruptly rose in the hospital ward, interrupting the lively atmosphere in front of the two hospital beds.
Zheng Qing propped himself up and followed the gazes of the crowd to see a familiar figure standing at the door of the ward.
It was Professor Yao of the Spell class.
Or rather, the revered Dean of Jiuyou Academy.
He held a pipe in one hand, while his other arm cradled a few books. His face was full of jovial laughter.
Seemingly aware of t ...
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