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That night, they told Fan Wenzhi that as old friends reunited in a foreign country, they had endless topics to talk about and they hoped they could sleep in the same room.

Fan Wenxia staked all his hopes for the rest of his life on the two dwarfs, so of course he agreed immediately.

And so, the two brothers chatted for another night.

The next day.

Early in the morning, the butler and the kitchen staff stood at the dormitory door holding washing tools, waiting for the two brothers to get up.

However, they waited and waited, but the door did not open and there was no movement inside. The prince came to check several times.

Although he kept saying that he was not in a hurry for surgery, his body was very honest. He came to check on him every hour, and then came to check on him again every hour.

At noon, Fan Wenzhi came again. Seeing the butler and several servants still standing at the door with washing utensils, he frowned and asked, "What's going on? Have the genius doctor and the fortune teller not gotten up yet?"

The butler nodded. The genius doctor had a strange temper and said he would not perform the operation if he disagreed with something. Not to mention him, even His Royal Highness the Crown Prince did not dare to disturb his rest. He said helplessly...

"Yes, it's already noon, and the doctor hasn't gotten up yet. I guess he got together with his old friend, the fortune teller, and chatted too late last night."

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was anxious and helpless, and said, "That should be it."

Just as they were whispering, the door suddenly opened and the fortune teller came out yawning.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince could not wait to step forward and ask, "Divine Calculator, where is the Divine Doctor? Hasn't he gotten up yet?"

The fairy covered her mouth and yawned again, saying sleepily, "Yes, we talked too late last night and went to bed at dawn, so we got up late."

Finally, he looked at the utensils in the hands of the steward and the servant and asked, "Are these for washing our faces?"

The manager nodded vigorously with a smile and said...

"Yes, yes, yes. You are doing great things for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, so it is my duty to serve you."

Huo Bei said unhappily: "Didn't I tell you before? You don't need to serve me, just bring the water in."

The steward was in a dilemma. The fortune teller didn't like servants to serve him, but the same couldn't be said for the miracle doctor.

Huo Bei saw through his thoughts and said...

"Don't look at me anymore. The miracle doctor is just like me. He doesn't like being served by others. Hurry up and bring the water in and leave."

What kind of international joke are you kidding?

They have disguised their faces, so wouldn't it be exposed if they washed them?

Therefore, they must all be driven away.

Without the order from His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, the steward did not dare to leave. He looked up at Fan Wenzhi cautiously, wanting to see what he meant.

Fan Wenzhi waved his hand and said...

"Listen to the divine fortune teller, bring the water in, and all of you leave."

The divine fortune teller has such a good relationship with the divine doctor, he must know his preferences. Moreover, the divine minister has a strange temper, so he must not be angered at this critical moment.

"Yes." After receiving the answer from His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, the steward breathed a sigh of relief, ordered the servants to bring in the water, and then retreated.

Fan Wenzhi took the opportunity to secretly glance at the dormitory and found that the miracle doctor had already gotten up, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Bang." The door of the dormitory was closed as soon as the boy who brought the water came out. Everyone was shocked and looked at each other. This miracle doctor had a really weird temper and he wouldn't even let them wash themselves.

Fan Wenzhi glanced at the butler and whispered to him, saying...

"Since the Divine Doctor and the Divine Calculator are both up, you should hurry up and prepare lunch. Don't neglect the Divine Doctor."

Now the miracle doctor is his only hope. Plus, the miracle doctor has a weird temper and will refuse to perform surgery if he disagrees with something. Fan Wenzhi is very nervous and worried about offending him.

"Yes, I will prepare it right away." The butler agreed and left in a hurry.

Half an hour later.

The two little dwarfs, the Miracle Doctor and the Miracle Calculator, walked out of the room. Fan Wenzhi hurriedly greeted them and invited them to the hall for dinner.