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"When did you say you opened the door?" Zhao Yang scratched his head and frowned as he asked.
"Alright, Doctor Zhao, no need to play dumb with me. It's perfectly normal for a bachelor like you to flirt around a bit, isn't it? If things work out, you get married; if not, you just find someone else. Who can say anything about it, right?" The innkeeper said with a sly smile.
"Cut the crap, and I'm telling you, don't spread this around," Zhao Yang warned.
The innkeeper ran his business entirely in Zhao Yang's shadow; the visitors from other villages who came to seek medical treatment and stayed at his inn accounted for over seventy percent of the business revenue. So, Zhao Yang's words carried weight.
"Fine, I won't spread it. Why would I want to upset anyone, let alone Doctor Zhao? Otherwise, I wouldn't even know how I died, right?" The innkeeper said with a mischievous grin.
"Good that you understand."