Wang Zhidao looked at the young man who touched the porcelain, reached out first, and put two fingers on the young man's wrist.

"I'd like to see if you've really cured him!"

The porcelain guy looked at Wang Zhidao blankly, and his eyes gradually returned to clarity.

Just now, he only felt like he had been cut by a thousand knives, and his body was extremely unbearable, and he fainted directly from the pain.

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Chapter 26 of "The Holy Hand of the Urban Hanging Pot" The heir of the ancient medical family? I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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