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Wang Dazhuang stood at the door of the inner hall and listened to these words word by word.

He turned his head and glanced at Sun Feifei. She was also listening. Her expression could not be clearly seen under the brim of her hat, but her lips were slightly pursed and her fingers unconsciously grasped the cloth bag on her shoulder.

However, because there were so many people, Sun Feifei did not rush in and disturb the meeting of Doctor Sun and others.

The atmosphere in the inner hall was too formal, with seven or eight people in white coats sitting together. Any one of those people's qualifications, status, and reputation were well-known names in the field of Chinese medicine.

Sun Feifei looks like this now, wearing casual clothes, a hat, and no white coat. She can't even introduce herself properly. How can she get in?

She sat down on the chair by the door, put the bag on her knees, and lowered her head, as if waiting.

Wang Dazhuang sat down next to her and did not go in.

Doctor Sun in the inner hall was talking enthusiastically, dancing and gesticulating in the air.

At this moment, his eyes glanced at the door inadvertently, and he suddenly got stuck in the middle of his words.

Dr. Sun saw Wang Dazhuang sitting on a chair at the door, and there was a man sitting next to him. He had a low hat, wearing light blue jeans and white canvas shoes, with a cloth bag on his shoulder.

That figure was all too familiar to him, and he was a little surprised for a moment, so he put down the tea cup in his hand, whispered to the white-haired old man next to him, "Mr. Zhang, I'm going out for a while," and then walked out quickly.

"Da Zhuang, Feifei, why are you here?" Dr. Sun's voice was very low, but he couldn't hide the surprise in his tone. His eyes stopped and stopped on Sun Feifei's face, as if he couldn't see enough.

Sun Feifei stood up from the chair, took the bag off her shoulder, and handed it to Dr. Sun.

"Grandpa, Da Zhuang and I are here to bring you lunch."

Dr. Sun took the cloth bag and

"Okay, okay, okay." He said hello three times in a row, grinning from the corner of his mouth to the base of his ears, closed the cloth bag, slung it on his shoulder, and said dotingly to Sun Feifei: "Grandpa will eat in a while, and there is a meeting inside now. Several uncles are talking about taking over the class as a teacher, and they can't leave."

Sun Feifei glanced at the backs of those in white coats in the inner hall, with curiosity in her eyes, so she asked: "Grandpa, what kind of tutoring class are you talking about?"

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