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Once his arm has regrown to its original condition, he should be able to use it more conveniently.

After all, this Blue Golden Silkworm is a first-order spiritual insect, valuable from head to toe.

“Sister-in-law, please stay here and take care of Big Brother Qin for these next couple of days.”

“Leave the task of preparing the medicine to me.”

“I’ve notified Senior Sun about this quiet room. There won’t be any interruptions for three days.”

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