At this moment, on the other end of the phone, a middle-aged man was lying on the boss's chair squinting and lighting a cigarette.

I took a sip, and what came out was not only white mist, but also anger in my heart.

What can we do with us small factory pharmacists who have invented such a miraculous ointment that you have invented?!

Leave us a way to live at all!

In that case, let's kill you in the cradle while you're just starting out.

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Chapter 199 of "Divine Doctor Peerless" This son is a dragon is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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