After Being Reborn as the Chief Eunuch Chapter 75

Chapter 75: Extra 3

Children grew up fast—almost changing their looks every few days.

At first, Ji Qingzhou couldn’t really tell what the child looked like. He only thought the little one’s chubby face was cute, but his facial features weren’t very distinct. However, as the child gradually grew, Ji Qingzhou could begin to see traces of himself in the boy’s eyebrows and eyes.

“Look, his eyebrows and eyes are refined; when he grows up, he’ll definitely be as good-looking as you,” Li Zhan said while holding the little one and glancing over at Ji Qingzhou. “His nose and ears seem to resemble me more, don’t they?”

Ji Qingzhou stared at the child for a moment, then nodded. “If you look closely, he actually looks a bit like Cong’er too.”

“Cong’er’s my nephew, so if he looks like him, that means he looks like me, right?” Li Zhan laughed.

Ji Qingzhou smiled, took the child from Li Zhan’s arms, and couldn’t help but kiss the little one on the forehead.

Seeing this, Li Zhan hurried over, saying, “Hey, don’t forget about me!”

Ji Qingzhou pushed him gently away with one hand and smiled, “The kid’s almost sensible now. Can you watch your influence a bit?”

“Exactly because he’s sensible, he should learn from a young age. Growing up surrounded by this, he won’t be like his dad—knowing nothing, avoiding consummating the marriage even after tying the knot…” Li Zhan didn’t finish his sentence before Ji Qingzhou lifted his foot, ready to kick him, so Li Zhan quickly dodged to the side.

At the time of their marriage, Ji Qingzhou’s embarrassing moments were something Li Zhan dared not tease him about at first. But now that they had been together a while, Li Zhan’s boldness grew, and he often liked to tease Ji Qingzhou about it.

Ji Qingzhou was famously shy, and even though they had been married for nearly half a year and done “those things” over a hundred times, he still felt a bit embarrassed whenever Li Zhan teased him.

And that was exactly the expression Li Zhan loved to see, so he kept at it with great enjoyment.

In the blink of an eye, the Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching.

This time, Li Zhan was generous and gave all the civil and military officials a three-day holiday in a row.

Of course, he didn’t do this on a whim. Over the past period, he had been working on adjusting the distribution of “power and responsibility” among the officials. After nearly half a year of effort, he had delegated some of his own power and duties to certain officials.

In other words, Li Zhan found a way to reduce his own workload.

“The more power the officials have, the more easily selfishness arises,” Ji Qingzhou said, approving Li Zhan’s new policy. “To restrain selfishness, you need checks and balances as well as rewards and punishments.” Though Ji Qingzhou wasn’t deeply versed in politics, he understood that under the old system, officials reported almost every minor detail directly to Li Zhan, which over time would have worn him down.

Now, Li Zhan had allowed the various departments to decide on less important matters themselves, while also creating a set of policies to check and balance those departments. This way, his workload was greatly reduced, and at the same time, the departments’ efficiency and motivation improved.

As for problems that might arise later, those could be gradually fixed and refined.

Ji Qingzhou believed Li Zhan was quite intelligent in governance and had no reason to worry.

“Imperial Uncle, Zhouzhou…” The young emperor had just woken up. Rubbing his eyes, he walked out of the inner hall and came over to Li Zhan and Ji Qingzhou, looking a little tired.

The young emperor had been sick a few days ago. Although it wasn’t serious and he recovered after taking some medicine, his energy was still somewhat depleted.

“Still feeling unwell?” Ji Qingzhou reached out to touch his forehead to check, and only relaxed when he found no fever.

“Not unwell anymore, just a bit weak,” the young emperor said, sitting beside Ji Qingzhou and leaning against him, his little face looking a bit listless.

Li Zhan said, “Tang Shu isn’t in the capital these days. He should be back in a few days. When he returns, we’ll have him check Cong’er’s pulse again.”

In Li Zhan’s mind, Tang Shu was like a “miracle doctor,” even more convincing than the chief physicians of the Imperial Physician Courtyard.

The young emperor nodded and asked, “Tomorrow’s the Mid-Autumn Festival. Can I sleep with the baby tonight?”

He had been sick these days and hadn’t dared to go play with the little one, fearing he’d pass on the illness. Now that he was almost fully recovered, he finally dared to ask.

Ji Qingzhou quickly replied, “Go ahead. Ze’er is probably missing you too.”

Hearing this, the young emperor immediately perked up and ran off to the side hall.

The little one already recognized people and started smiling as soon as he saw the young emperor approaching. The young emperor was good at cheering up children and knew exactly which toys the little one liked, even better than Li Zhan in that regard.

Children naturally got along better with other children. Compared to adults, in the little one’s eyes, the young emperor seemed more like a peer—completely different from Ji Qingzhou and Li Zhan.

The young emperor dragged over the toy box and laid out all the toys one by one…

A few days ago, Li Zhan had learned some carpentry skills from Qi Jingchuan and made a few toys with his own hands for the little one. The young emperor often played with those toys alongside the child, even more enthusiastically than he had in his own childhood.

The next day, which was the Mid-Autumn Festival itself, the young emperor’s energy had recovered considerably, and he no longer looked sick.

That day was meant for reunion. Early in the morning, Li Zhan ordered people to take the young emperor back to the palace to pay respects to the Empress Dowager. In the afternoon, he brought the whole family to the Ji residence. Since they had spent the New Year at the Prince Residence, this Mid-Autumn Festival was spent at the Ji estate.

The Ji residence hadn’t been so lively since Ji Qingzhou and Ji Qinglan had gotten married.

The whole family gathered together, nearly filling every seat around the dining table.

Everyone knew that when a family sat down to eat and there was a child present, that child would inevitably become the center of attention. No matter who it was, everyone would find chances to play with the kid.

Although the young emperor was still a child, he was after all the emperor. Everyone tacitly understood not to tease him, so naturally Ji Ze became the focus of that evening.

“Call uncle…”

“Call auntie…”

Ji Qinghuai and Ji Qinglan had stopped eating, busy trying to entertain the child.

But the little one obviously wasn’t giving them much face, pursing his lips and watching them silently.

They had previously debated what the child should call them. Since the child was Ji Qingzhou’s, logically he should call them uncle and aunt on his mother’s side. But since Ji Ze took Ji Qingzhou’s surname, it made more sense for him to call them uncle and aunt on his father’s side.

In the end, Ji Qingzhou made the final decision, and the names were settled.

Li Zhan always followed whatever Ji Qingzhou decided without objection.

Leaning in with a smiling face, Li Zhan coaxed, “Be good, call me Father.”

Ji Qingzhou chuckled, “That ‘Father’ sounds too stiff. He might not even say it when he’s one or two years old.”

Then he reached out to pinch the little one’s tiny hand and coaxed, “Baby, call me Daddy.”

The little one looked at Ji Qingzhou with furrowed brows but still didn’t open his mouth.

“He’s not even ten months old yet. Talking comes later,” Chi Zhou said from the side.

“My nephew is smart, not an ordinary child,” Ji Qinglan objected. “I heard some kids start babbling ‘dada’ and ‘mama’ as early as eight or nine months. Ze’er is so clever; it won’t be long before he starts speaking.”

“Yes, yes, you’re right,” Chi Zhou quickly agreed.

Ji Qinglan bent down again to coax the little one, saying, “Did you hear that, Ze’er? Call Auntie.”

The young emperor watched Ji Ze’s every move closely. If Li Zhan weren’t holding him at the table to eat, he would have lost patience long ago. But Li Zhan was strict about this, so he didn’t dare leave before finishing his food.

After a moment, the little one finally finished eating and informed Li Zhan. After getting permission, he got up from his seat.

“Baby, call your big brother,” the young emperor coaxed.

The little one reached out his small hand to grab him. The young emperor grasped the hand but frowned, saying, “Baby, your hand is so warm.”

Ji Qingzhou also reached out to touch the child’s hand and noticed it was indeed a bit hot. Then he placed his hand on the child’s forehead, and his expression changed immediately.

“What’s wrong?” Li Zhan asked, also reaching out to feel.

“Seems like a fever,” Ji Qingzhou said.

Everyone was surprised. Before sitting down, the child had been fine. How had he suddenly gotten a fever in such a short time?

Li Zhan didn’t take it lightly and immediately sent someone to fetch Imperial Physician Zhang.

“Baby, are you feeling unwell?” The young emperor looked anxious, his face full of concern.

Soon, Imperial Physician Zhang arrived. Ji Qingzhou took the little one to a side room for a pulse diagnosis.

But before the physician could begin, the little one’s face turned red and he suddenly vomited.

Ji Qingzhou was startled and a bit at a loss. Li Zhan quickly took the child and instructed Guo Zi to take Ji Qingzhou to change clothes.

“Why did he vomit?” Ji Qingzhou asked anxiously.

“It’s common for sick children to vomit. You go change first. After the physician diagnoses him, we’ll know more. I’ll stay here with him, don’t worry,” Li Zhan said calmly.

Ji Qingzhou nodded at what he heard, then went to the back courtyard to change into clean clothes.

Perhaps because the sudden change had come too abruptly, and tonight was the Mid-Autumn Festival night, the contrast made Ji Qingzhou feel a sudden flicker of anxiety. He didn’t dare let his thoughts wander, but he couldn’t suppress the unease growing inside him.

After changing, he came out and saw Tu Dayou hurrying toward him.

Ji Qingzhou stopped him and asked, “What’s going on?”

“Wang Ye told you not to come over yet. He will come find you soon,” Tu Dayou said before trying to leave, looking very anxious.

Ji Qingzhou grabbed him back and said, “Tell me clearly what’s happening, or there’s no way I’ll just wait here.”

Tu Dayou knew Ji Qingzhou’s temper and also knew this wouldn’t stay secret for long, so he said, “Imperial Physician Zhang found a rash on Ze’er and suspects… it might be something contagious, but there’s no final diagnosis yet. Don’t worry too much.”

Hearing this, Ji Qingzhou felt his heart sink and asked Tu Dayou, “Where are you headed now?”

“Eldest Young Master told me to order the kitchen to boil extra hot water. The clothes you just changed out of, make sure Guo Zi takes them to be boiled in hot water. Also, you should take another bath yourself,” Tu Dayou replied.

Ji Qingzhou nodded blankly, the ominous feeling inside him growing heavier.

Judging by Tu Dayou’s reaction and Li Zhan telling him not to go over, could the little one have contracted the plague?

Ji Qingzhou hesitated a moment where he stood, then took a step toward the side room.

Before entering, he saw Ji Qinghuai and Chi Zhou walking out.

“Is it really the plague?” Ji Qingzhou asked.

Ji Qinghuai was momentarily surprised that Ji Qingzhou had already guessed, then nodded. “Wang Ye has sent someone to escort His Majesty back to the Prince Residence. He’s also dispatched a swift messenger to bring Tang Shu back to the capital. Imperial Physician Zhang has already prescribed medicine. Other doctors will come soon to treat Ze’er. You don’t have to worry—he’ll be fine.”

After a brief panic, Ji Qingzhou had regained his composure. He didn’t know exactly what plague the little one had contracted, but he understood this was serious. Any negligence could have disastrous consequences.

“Does everyone in the residence need to be quarantined and not allowed to leave?” Ji Qingzhou asked.

“Imperial Physician Zhang said there were similar symptoms in the palace before Ze’er fell ill, so Ze’er is probably not the first case,” Ji Qinghuai said. “Chi Zhou and I will discuss this matter, and we’ll make decisions once the imperial physician finishes. Be patient and don’t lose your head.”

Ji Qingzhou nodded, forcing down the unease in his heart.

Half an hour later, more physicians from the Imperial Physician Courtyard arrived. After checking the little one’s condition one by one, the diagnosis was confirmed: the child had indeed contracted the plague, which was contagious and could not be taken lightly.

Ji Qingzhou had worried about the capital’s situation at first, but after hearing their discussion, he learned the capital had faced this plague before. Though difficult, it wasn’t cause for complete chaos.

“Go back to the Prince Residence and stay with His Majesty. I’ll stay here at the Ji residence with Ze’er,” Li Zhan said.

“The plague’s in the capital, and there’s a mountain of affairs waiting for you at court. How can you guard Ze’er?” Ji Qingzhou said. “His Majesty has been with Ze’er since last night… You should send someone to watch over His Majesty. What if—”

Ji Qingzhou steadied his nerves and said, “I’ll watch over here. You take care of His Majesty. Don’t come to the Ji residence these days.”

“How can I abandon you and Ze’er when you’re both here?” Li Zhan said.

“I’m not arguing with you. Please don’t lose your temper at a time like this,” Ji Qingzhou said, struggling to hold back his emotions.

The situation had happened so suddenly that both he and Li Zhan momentarily lost their reason—especially Li Zhan…

Imperial Physician Zhang spoke: “We’re quite familiar with this plague by now. The best caregivers are those who have previously contracted it—they won’t get infected again.” The implication was that once someone had had the disease, they were immune.

Ji Qinghuai quickly said, “Qingzhou and I both had this illness when we were children.”

“Are you sure?” Li Zhan asked skeptically.

Ji Qinghuai said, “If I remember correctly, Qingzhou still has a few small scars from that time on his lower back and right shoulder.”

Li Zhan was momentarily stunned. His doubt softened. He recalled those red little scars on Ji Qingzhou’s body—at first, he had mistaken them for moles.

A heavy silence filled the hall. Ji Qingzhou knew Li Zhan must be struggling inside.

At this point, it was clear that having Ji Qingzhou stay at the Ji residence was the best and only option.

“All right.” After a moment, Li Zhan looked at Ji Qingzhou and said, “When Tang Shu returns to the capital, I’ll have him come to the Ji residence immediately.”

“First, let him see His Majesty and you,” Ji Qingzhou said.

Li Zhan kept staring at Ji Qingzhou without speaking, his gaze full of complicated emotions.

Ji Qingzhou pressed again, “Answer me.”

“All right.” Li Zhan nodded, then turned to Chi Zhou and said, “You discuss the epidemic prevention plans in the capital with Imperial Physician Zhang and the others. I will go to the patrol camp now. Later, come find me there.”

“Yes,” Chi Zhou replied quickly.

Li Zhan glanced once more at Ji Qingzhou before striding off.

Because of the sudden outbreak of the plague in the capital, the city briefly descended into chaos.

However, thanks to Li Zhan’s swift reaction and coordinated efforts with the Imperial Physician Courtyard, the patrol camp, and even the Forbidden Army, highly effective measures were taken before the populace fully grasped what was happening.

This prevented a massive disaster in the capital.

Two days later, Tang Shu returned to the capital.

Following Ji Qingzhou’s instructions, he first went to the Prince Residence to examine the young emperor and Li Zhan.

What no one expected was that Tang Shu came to a shocking conclusion.

He discovered that the young emperor had actually contracted the plague long ago and had already recovered.

“But the earlier physicians said it was just a common cold, and there were no rashes on him,” Li Zhan said.

“The plague comes in mild and severe forms. The mild type looks just like a cold, and it’s difficult for most people to tell,” Tang Shu explained. “His Majesty was lucky; the illness came and went quickly.”

Li Zhan felt a chill run down his spine at the thought, relieved it hadn’t turned dangerous.

“Wang Ye, since you’ve never had this illness before, you should be extra careful,” Tang Shu warned.

“Hmm,” Li Zhan replied. “I won’t keep you. Go to the Ji residence quickly.”

Tang Shu had been running around so much he hadn’t even had a sip of hot tea before Li Zhan sent him to the Ji residence.

After Tang Shu left, the young emperor looked somewhat downcast.

Li Zhan knew he was worried about Ji Ze, and he was feeling the same way.

These days, Li Zhan had been busy running around with the patrol camp people, barely setting foot down.

“Imperial Uncle… Did I pass the illness to Baby?” the young emperor asked softly.

Li Zhan was taken aback but answered, “That doesn’t matter. Don’t think about it.”

The young emperor pouted, tears dripping down, and said, “If I’d known earlier, I wouldn’t have left the palace. Baby is so little. It’s all my fault…”

“Cong’er…” Li Zhan crouched down to look at him. “It’s not your fault. No one could have predicted this. Baby knows you’re sad; he’ll be upset too.”

The young emperor nodded but still looked deeply sorrowful.

That night, Li Zhan couldn’t sleep and got up to check, but the young emperor wasn’t in sight.

Worried, he hurried outside the hall and saw the young emperor kneeling alone beneath the corridor, bowing toward the night sky and murmuring: “Gods of all directions, sages of the past, please protect Ji Ze and keep him safe. I am the true dragon emperor, my words carry the weight of heaven and earth. If you keep him safe, I promise I will work hard to be a good emperor and bring blessings to all the people.”

Li Zhan’s throat tightened hearing this. He had thought the young emperor was still an innocent child, but in this moment, the small boy seemed to have grown up all at once.

He looked up at the night sky, desperately hoping some divine power could hear their prayers.

In the following days, Li Zhan went to the Ji residence every morning, noon, and evening.

At first, Ji Qingzhou was almost irritated by him, but seeing that Li Zhan behaved properly—only watching from afar and not crowding in—he gradually felt reassured.

According to the chief physician and Tang Shu, the plague wasn’t especially deadly, but for very young children, infection was extremely dangerous. Since Ji Ze was not only young but had a severe form, the situation was grim.

Seven days later, the little one had visibly lost weight.

Ji Qingzhou, who watched over him every day, had also lost weight himself.

That night, Tang Shu told him the past two days were the most dangerous. If Ji Ze made it through, he would be fine.

In the first half of the night, the little one’s condition had been stable, but near dawn, his breathing suddenly quickened, and he started crying and fussing.

Ji Qingzhou held him, soothing him for a long time. The baby cried so hard he was gasping for breath and eventually ran out of strength.

“Is he in a lot of pain?” Ji Qingzhou asked Tang Shu.

“Yes.” Tang Shu never sugarcoated things. Having seen countless lives and deaths, he was hardened. “Young Master Ji, prepare yourself. I don’t think he’ll make it to dawn.”

Ji Qingzhou’s eyes reddened as he looked down at Ji Ze in his arms.

After losing weight, the little face’s features had grown sharper, making the resemblances to Ji Qingzhou and Li Zhan more apparent.

Ji Qingzhou looked at him for a long moment, his voice hoarse as he said, “Go to the Prince Residence… and inform Wang Ye.”

Tang Shu immediately gave orders and went overnight to notify Li Zhan at the Prince Residence.

Li Zhan had barely slept the entire night. He only returned from the patrol camp near dawn.

Before he could rest, a message came from the Ji residence.

Li Zhan was stunned for a moment. When he turned, he lost his balance and knocked over a celadon tea cup on the table. The cup shattered on the floor. Instinctively, he bent down to pick up the pieces but cut his finger on the shards. This small pain helped him regain some composure.

He couldn’t afford to panic—how could Ji Qingzhou manage otherwise?

Li Zhan took a deep breath and forced down all the turmoil and pain inside.

At the Ji residence,

After crying, the little one vomited once more. Tang Shu gently took him from Ji Qingzhou’s arms and laid him on the couch.

Ji Qingzhou stood silently by the couch, completely distraught.

In these past days, he had not once been able to settle his mind, yet he never expected things to come to this.

Several times, he stared at the rise and fall of the child’s chest, terrified that the next breath might be the last.

After some unknown time, Ji Qingzhou suddenly felt warmth behind him, someone holding him in an embrace. He turned to see Li Zhan. His first impulse was to push him away, but Li Zhan only held him tighter.

“All affairs in the capital have been arranged. You don’t need to worry,” Li Zhan said softly.

Implied was that even if he himself contracted the illness, the capital wouldn’t fall into chaos.

Ji Qingzhou turned into Li Zhan’s arms, and the tight tension inside him suddenly eased.

He buried his face in Li Zhan’s shoulder, trembling as he cried. Li Zhan held him closely, his eyes fixed on the little one lying on the couch.

This time, Li Zhan had brought the young emperor with him.

The messenger had said the little one might not survive until dawn…

No one had the heart to deny the young emperor a chance to see the child one last time.

“Doctor Tang, may I sing a song to Baby?” The young emperor sat at the bedside, holding the little one’s hand and turned to ask Tang Shu.

Tang Shu was about to say that the baby couldn’t hear him, but instead, as if moved by fate, he said, “Go ahead.”

So the young emperor sat by the bed and began to sing slowly and clearly.

He sang a nursery rhyme that Ji Qinglan had taught him earlier, and he remembered it perfectly.

The child’s clear, pure voice echoed softly, carrying a quiet power. The little one, who had been breathing rapidly earlier, gradually grew much calmer, his little brows smoothing out.

“He’s fallen asleep,” Tang Shu said after feeling his pulse. “He hasn’t slept peacefully for days.”

Ji Qingzhou and Li Zhan stood side by side at the bedside, listening to the young emperor sing the nursery rhyme over and over until dawn.

When dawn came, Tang Shu checked the little one’s pulse again.

Both Ji Qingzhou and Li Zhan were tense, too afraid to ask anything, fearing bad news.

“Not quite fully recovered yet, but every extra day is a victory,” Tang Shu said. Then he glanced at the young emperor, who was watching him eagerly, and magnanimously added, “Compared to yesterday, he has improved. That’s a good sign.”

For Tang Shu to say this meant things were indeed getting better.

As a doctor, he rarely gave patients or their families false hope.

Sure enough, for three consecutive days, the little one’s condition improved steadily.

By the third day, the little one was able to play with the young emperor again, and his face no longer looked so pale.

That day, Li Zhan offered Ji Qingzhou a stick of calming incense to help him get a good night’s sleep.

He worried that if Ji Qingzhou didn’t rest properly, he might fall ill from exhaustion…

Ji Qingzhou slept for an entire day and night.

By the time he woke up, it was already the afternoon of the following day.

Li Zhan was outside speaking with Chi Zhou, so Ji Qingzhou quietly made his way to the little one’s room. As soon as he stepped inside, he saw the young emperor sleeping soundly, slumped over the edge of the couch, while the little one was awake, tugging playfully at a lock of the young emperor’s hair with his tiny hand.

Ji Qingzhou gently “rescued” the young emperor’s hair, then picked him up and placed him on the couch so he could sleep more comfortably. Just as he did that, he suddenly heard the little one let out a silly giggle.

“You’re already laughing like that? Looks like you’re all better now. Not going to scare Daddy again, are you?” Ji Qingzhou said softly.

The little one looked at Ji Qingzhou, waved his tiny hand at him, then stammered out, “Da…da…”

The words were a little slurred and hard to make out, but Ji Qingzhou was sure that what the little one said was “Daddy.”

In that moment, a flood of emotions surged in Ji Qingzhou’s heart, and his eyes instantly reddened.

His son had called him “Daddy”!

However, that precious “Daddy” he heard was not witnessed by anyone else.

So afterward, no one believed him. Even Li Zhan said he must have misheard.

“I’m telling you, I didn’t mishear him!” Ji Qingzhou argued earnestly.

The young emperor had woken up and was blinking at Ji Qingzhou with a smile.

“Cong’er, you heard it too, didn’t you?” Ji Qingzhou turned to the young emperor. “You can testify—Baby really called me Daddy!”

The young emperor scratched his head, squeezed the little one’s hand a bit, and said a little sheepishly, “I heard him, but Baby said ‘Brother.’”

Li Zhan couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

Ji Qingzhou was speechless. He hadn’t expected even the young emperor, with his honest-looking thick eyebrows and big eyes, to “betray” him.

As Ji Ze’s condition improved day by day, the situation in the capital also gradually stabilized.

After resting for a few days and regaining his strength, Ji Qingzhou had a conversation with Tang Shu.

He wasn’t sure what exactly this epidemic was, but it reminded him of something he’d heard about before—smallpox. He told Tang Shu about how in the modern world, people became immune to smallpox through vaccines.

Even though he didn’t understand the specifics of how it worked, the idea was that if someone couldn’t be infected a second time after recovering, then theoretically, immunity could be developed. Whether or not a method could be created would depend on Tang Shu’s abilities as a “divine doctor”…

Ji Qingzhou remained fixated on the fact that no one could confirm the little one had called him “Daddy” that day.

Li Zhan didn’t really disbelieve him, but there was definitely a trace of competitiveness in his heart—so he teased him on purpose.

Then one day, not long after, Li Zhan accidentally overheard the little one sweetly call out “Daddy” in his babyish voice. This time, it was Li Zhan’s turn to get excited.

“I really heard him call me! Clear as day,” Li Zhan said to Ji Qingzhou.

Ji Qingzhou smiled and replied, “Really? I don’t believe you.”

The young emperor giggled and scooted closer, saying, “I can be the witness.”

“Cong’er, you heard it too, right?” Li Zhan quickly sought his support.

The young emperor’s smile deepened as he replied, “I heard Baby say ‘Brother.’”

This time, Ji Qingzhou was the one gloating at the side.

Li Zhan: …

He was bitter.

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