Even if he, an artistic student, can't hold on to such a high-intensity workload, he can't hold on to such a high-intensity workload.

But looking at the manuscript written, with these things, and then testing antibiotics, those patients suffering from wound infection have hope of life.

The unspeakable satisfaction in his heart made all Zhu Qi's fatigue disappear.

Maybe it’s as Lan Xianer said, I’m a good person…

Zhu Qi thought so in his heart, and went out with the manuscript. As a result, he saw Prince Zhu Biao standing at the door waiting for him. Everyone was staring at him with dark circles.

What is this for?

Before Zhu Qi could react, he suddenly saw another figure standing up, with dark circles on his eyes, but after seeing the man clearly, Zhu Qi was startled.

Why did my father Zhu Yuanzhang come here?!

Zhu Yuanzhang had been chatting with Zhu Biao for a night and had not slept and had a slightly hoarse voice. He looked at the manuscript on Zhu Qi's hand with his eyes and asked:

"My son, have you finished writing?"

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Chapter completed!