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See a doctor? Shhh, let me see... Prescribe medicine? I can't take my medicine casually, it will be poisonous... Don't take the medicine? Acupuncture, massage, gynecology, craniotomy, take your pick... Trick doctor or quack doctor? Do you still want to see the sun tomorrow? So what kind of person are you? Just like this poem, it is no exaggeration: the wind and clouds in the nine abyss are turning yellow, and the silver spears are crossing the vast rivers and lakes. The pot is hung on the shoulder to help the world, and thousands of people go to sing a long song.