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"What's up? Didn't have a good lunch? Why do you keep glancing over here?"
"Nothing, Teacher Liu, are there no other patients?" Xu Yino asked with a smile.
"Not for now, we'll see when they come." Liu Banxia replied casually.
He was a bit puzzled, wondering what was going on with them. It seemed like after lunch, their spirits changed a bit.
"Doctor, doctor, please take a look at my son."
Coincidentally, within a minute, a father and son walked into the emergency room. The child looked about sixteen or seventeen, appearing quite weak.
"What exactly is the situation?" Su Wenhao, who approached them, asked.
"He caught a cold, and after lunch, he vomited, even bile." The child's father said.
