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... ood what Shen Yuhuai's words meant.

Chen Qizhao touched his forehead, did he have a fever? How can I have a fever?

The word sickness is a bit unfamiliar to Chen Qizhao. After being alone in his last life, apart from drinking stomach hemorrhage and going to the hospital, the number of times he got sick is very limited, because the consequence of being sick is that he will be left behind for a few days or even a few days. Zhou's work can't handle it, and his life has too little toler ...

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