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After Zhang Zhicong left the A Hospital, he immediately drove to a certain villa.

On the sofa in the living room, Liang Baichuan sat there with a dignified expression on his face. He was drinking tea. Around him were men in suits standing respectfully.

"What's the matter? Why are you in such a hurry?"

Liang Baichuan took a sip of tea.

"Master Chuan