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... t the price is 2,000.

Cheng Yong did not hesitate for a moment, and chose to continue to buy, but the price was still 500, and the less money was made up by himself.

Before it was 500 for 500, this time it was 2,000 for 500.

And also let Sihui contact patients in other cities and provinces.

At this price, he would lose hundreds of thousands a month.

At this time, he had already decided to give it a shot and save as many patients as he could.

He knew that ...

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