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When Keaton hurriedly appeared in Ray's villa with the medicine box, it was just ten minutes past. He wiped the tiny sweat beads rising from his forehead and asked Ray, "Why did you call me so anxiously? Don’t you know that I just finished an operation and I didn't have time to change my clothes ..." Before Keaton finished speaking, Ray interrupted him with a deep voice, "Kristi has a fever and is in the bedroom. Go and have a look at her." "What?" Keaton wondered if he had heard it wrong and glanced at the direction of Ray's master bedroom. "Kristi has a fever? What did you do to her again? Ray, I reminded you many times, Kristi She ca n't stand tossing anymore. If something happens to her, hold her body and cry! " As a white angel, Keaton was born w