Chapter 872, the medicine doctor who wants to talk and stop

has always been pure-hearted and seldom desirous, and has been panicked by admiration from top to bottom.

With a red face, he pushed him away gently. He looked uncomfortable. "Is that right? You see, my body temperature is human body temperature."

Admiring him, pulling out his beard, checking his hair, skin and so on, is exactly the same as human beings.

Climbing down from the pharmacist with a disappointed face, he put on his shoes and sat down by the couch, looking at him: "I have a friend who is terminally ill, for fear of more or less bad...