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The door of the ward rang again. This time, Lu Beixiao did not even dodge. He continued to aim and shoot in order to train his injured right arm!
"Mr. Lu's gun-holding posture is really cool!" Mrs. Lu's unique voice came. Lu Beixiao's entire body was stiff and unmoving. He was in a cool shooting posture. His injured arm was stretched straight forward as if it was not injured at all!
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This was f*cking awkward!
Lu Beixiao felt that his breathing was not smooth. He never thought that Mrs. Lu would come!
"Mrs. Lu, this gun needs to be maintained every day. I'll take it out for maintenance. Don't believe those nurses!" As he spoke, he put down the gun and held it in his hand, putting on an act.
Ye Qiao put down the big and small bags, and put a tiffin and a stack of lunch boxes on the dining table.
"The nurses didn't say anything! Of course, I know that guns need constant maintenance," she raised her voice and said.