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The Era of Strange Tales: My Clinic Has a 100% Survival Rate
Chen An is a traditional Chinese medicine doctor who opened a small clinic in the east of the city. Every day he browses medicinal materials, organizes medicine cabinets, sits in the hall for consultations, and occasionally looks through newspapers to find new purchase channels. Most of his patients come in through the back door. The pupils shrank and trembled like chaff. Chen An thinks this is a normal reaction for emergency patients. Some people take the medicine he prescribes, and some do
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If You Are Asked to Be a Priest, Why Are You Holding a Crowbar?
On Levi's first day as a priest in a small border village in another world, "cursed water" was pouring out of the church floor, and the villagers knelt on the ground and shouted about the devil. He knelt down, dipped in the water, and smelled it—rust, hydrogen sulfide, something wrong with the groundwater. Then he melted down the diocesan crozier, struck a crowbar, and pried open the church floor. The water receded. Villagers chanted for a miracle. He was expressionless and said in the most sole
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This Is Very Scientific, How Could It Be a Transcendence?
Shen Ting opened a psychological consultation room in the old city. It's just that the visitors' questions are a bit "special". [Easy daily life | Dihua flow | Unit drama | Healing | Not scary] A college student who suffered from insomnia for three months said he always felt like something was staring at him. After Shen Ting's assessment, he made a plan: "Typical sense of space pressure. Place the bed near the window, replace with warm lights, and improve ventilation." The retired postman who le
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I Listen to Everything in a Strange World
The murder weapon stained with murder, the room where the souls were trapped, the weird rules and props... He could hear their twisted screams just by touching them. "It's so cold... My skinless fingers twisted me three and a half times..." "She lost a piece of her fingernail in the lock cylinder... She hates the yellow light in the corridor..." Dead things don't lie, but they have no logic and offer only fragments. Deriving the puzzle is Gu Yuan's business. When the "representatives" of the twe
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