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"Qingqing, you're not going crazy because of excessive grief, are you? Uncle An is still here during the day, who else could it be if not Uncle An on the bed?" "How about this, I'll take you to see a psychiatrist in a few days..." Lina's eyes flashed with a strange light.

Do you still want to send me to a mental hospital under the pretext of medical treatment, just like in my previous life, and get rid of me without a word? I looked at Lina and Eric, with a playful smile on my face.

"You two came here during the day just to check out the bed, right?" They paused, looking confused. Eric emphasized loudly, "We came to see your dad out of kindness, and you actually said we wanted to harm him?" "What a waste of sincerity!"