章節 3: Chapter 3, Hospital of Rebirth

作者: Carefree 機器翻譯作品

Seeing Feng Qing's actions, Sheng Fenghua sneered. If she could dodge one shot, she could evade another. However, just as she was about to duck, her face froze.

She couldn't move!

Damn it, she was poisoned.

The realization made Sheng Fenghua's expression change drastically. She turned to look at Lin Jun, whose neck she had just broken, with disbelief written all over her face.

She had never thought that Lin Jun would smear poison on his dagger. Moreover, it was the kind of poison that wouldn't take effect if one didn't move, only taking action during movement.

And this drug, which was actually her creation, was her latest product. As for the cure, she hadn't developed it yet.

While Sheng Fenghua was shocked still, Feng Qing's gun spat flames again, and a bright and resplendent plum blossom opened in her chest.

It was accompanied by Feng Qing's hell-like evil voice, "Sheng Fenghua, go to hell."

... ... ... ... . .

Pain, a burst of insufferable pain, hit her hard, forcing Sheng Fenghua to open her eyes.

She wasn't dead?

She clearly remembered that Feng Qing's bullet had hit her heart. How could she not be dead? Could it be that someone had saved her?

As she was thinking, another wave of agony came from her body, which made her feel that something was wrong. The pain wasn't in the right place. Her heart was the one that was injured, but why was the ache on her hands, feet, and waist?

What on Earth was going on?

Sheng Fenghua's mind wandered as she lowered her head to look at her chest. She wouldn't know if she didn't look, but when she did, she was shocked.

Her heart was fine. How could there not be a gunshot wound?

This discovery gave Sheng Fenghua a big shock as she sat up from the bed. When she moved, her body hurt again. Only then did she realize that her hands and feet were wrapped in gauze. It seemed that her injuries were not light.

As a doctor, one that was internationally renowned, Sheng Fenghua quickly determined her injuries. She had tripped and injured herself.

How could this be?

Sheng Fenghua was even more perplexed. She had always been very confident in her memory. Not to mention what had just happened, even if it had happened a month or longer ago, she could still remember it clearly. She could recollect what she had said, what she had done, and whom she had met.

But now, she just could not recall how she had gotten the injury on her body!

No, she had to think about it again.

However, at this moment, she felt dizzy. Sheng Fenghua could not take it anymore and fell back onto the hospital bed.

Sheng Fenghua, who was lying on the bed, was extremely disoriented. Countless images flashed past her mind, like a movie recounting her experiences since she was young.

Only then did she know what had happened to her body.

It turned out that she had indeed died under Feng Qing's gun. And now, she was still Sheng Fenghua, a military wife who had come with the troops.

Currently, she was in the hospital because she had quarreled with someone and had been pushed down the stairs, resulting in serious injuries.

After sorting out her identity, Sheng Fenghua opened her eyes again and sized up the ward. This was a single room, and there was no one else but herself.

Speaking of which, it was all thanks to her husband, Si Zhanbei, that she was able to stay here.

Si Zhanbei was a Battalion Commander, and who knew what was wrong with him? He could have married those ladies from noble families, but he had to marry a country bumpkin like her.

As a result, the moment she arrived at the army's family courtyard, she was shunned by everyone. There was no other reason except that those people felt that she was not worthy of Si Zhanbei.

What's more, among the girls in the army, eight out of ten adored him, which made her life in the family courtyard even worse.

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