“你，你……”丁诗涵小嘴微微一撇，几乎要哭了出来。

"You, you ……" D poem Han small mouth puny tiny one Pie, almost absence to call out.

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他再不理睬听筒中那吱吱的声音，一手挂上了，就转脸看着丁医生微微笑着说。

Disregarding the bewildered twittering from the other end of the line, he hung up and turned a smiling face to Dr. Ting.

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