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"Give me the flashlight." Zhao Xiangde, looking at Ling Tianyu searching in the stinking ditch, had someone fetch the flashlight. He couldn't just watch Tianyu searching—he had given him such an opportunity, and he had to join him.
"Uncle De, let's go down. You just stand here," said a man in a suit behind Zhao Xiangde, hurriedly persuading him. There was no need for an elder like him to do such dirty work; it did not suit his status.
"Give it to me." However, Zhao Xiangde shook his head. Ling Tianyu had given him an opportunity—an act of kindness. Otherwise, he would not know when his medical technique could have improved. Helping him search was also the right thing to do.
The man in the suit, knowing Uncle De's temperament, had no choice but to pass over the flashlight.
Zhao Xiangde took the flashlight and went down into the stinking ditch, joining Ling Tianyu in the search.