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Fan Xiao turned and looked at it. He couldn't help but be surprised and happy: "Uncle, it's you. You came at the right time. "
It was that uncle who called old Yim a tricycle this morning.
"God has eyes." Fan Xiao jumped up happily: "How did you come to this hospital?"
"Ha ha, my daughter is ill, my home is nearby, take her to the hospital. Why haven't you left yet? "
"It's not, I am the perpetrator of hitting the old man and stopped me from letting me go. Want me to lose money? " Fan Xiao gave a helpless wry smile: "If you don't show up at the critical moment, I think I will spend some time walking away."
"ah? Is there such a thing? " Uncle paused and asked.
"You ask this. He is the son of the old man, it seems. " Fan Xiao is drunk.
With a grain of salt, the man picked up Fuzhou dialect and began to ask about his uncle. Fan Xiao couldn't understand Fuzhou dialect, so he had to stand aside and let them talk.
After a while, I only heard the uncle say seriously in Mandarin: "I can testify and guarantee with my personality. People are enthusiastic passers-by and good people who sent your mother to the hospital. This is not only what I saw, but also what many people saw at that time. If you don't believe me, it's easy to find out, because, in that ...
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