Rebirth: The First Female Physician

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The scythe in Death's hand was no longer raised, and the hair also covered half of the terrifying face and facial features, leaving the other half as beautiful as Xuehu.

Those black hole-like eyes looked at Yang Zimei.

She's a little hairy.

Even if thousands of ferocious beasts were hiding and staring at her, she probably wouldn't feel so hard.

She suddenly remembered the black hole that almost swallowed her in the alley of the different dimension.

Will his pupils also devour people?

Yang Zimei looked at Huo Wenhua who was panicked in the car, remembered his responsibility, and boldly said to the God of Death: "The person in the car is not a dying person, please let him go!"

Grim Reaper pursed his lips and did not answer, his pupils turned cold.

Yang Zimei seemed to have fallen into an ice valley and snow abyss, her body was cold.

In front of the god of death, she realized the humbleness of her own strength.

If it weren't for the artifact like the small iron tower, she wouldn't be vulnerable at all.

"I think he has a deep brotherly love, and I want him to meet his younger brother so that he can accumulate Yin in his body. He is not a person who is about to die."

Yang Zimei hastily explained.

She didn't know if the god of death would listen to her, but at least she had to do her best to stop it.

Huo Wenhua is not an ordinary person. He has a net worth of tens of billions. In order to maximize profits, he did a lot of nasty things when he was young. Although no lives were involved, many people were displaced.

After middle age, he has achieved great success, began to reflect on his previous sins, and began to actively do good deeds to make up for his previous mistakes.

Such a person is also of great significance to the underworld.

Therefore, as soon as his yang energy dropped, he immediately attracted the attention of the god of death, wanting to harvest his soul in his own hands, instead of being taken away by ordinary bull-headed horse faces.

This was what Yang Zimei had expected.

However, she really didn't expect that the god of death would grow up like this.

"The deadline has come, only two days to live."

Death suddenly said.

Hearing this, Yang Zimei was shocked.

She had told Huo Wenhua's fortune before, she would live to be at least 80 years old, why only two days left?

She counted with her fingers——

Sure enough, the calculation results showed that Huo Wenhua's numerology had changed, and the deadline had come.

This……

She was in a cold sweat.

Was it her fault?

Before accumulating Yin for him, she obviously deduced it first, and deduced that he was just seriously ill.

"I'll be back in two days!"

After finishing speaking, the god of death stepped on the black cloud and turned to leave.

Yang Zimei hurriedly stopped in front of him, "Huo Wenhua will die, is it because he violated the laws of heaven? Is it my fault?"

"No. That's the result he has to bear."

After the god of death finished speaking, he retracted his sickle and waved his wide sleeves. The black cloud surrounded him and disappeared instantly.

The gloom around him dissipated.

The temperature that had been cooling resumed rising.

Air began to flow.

The small animals began to bark again.

Some scattered ghosts and ghosts also came back and wandered around.

Yang Zimei opened the car door and said to Huo Wenhua, "Mr. Huo, it's okay."

"Thank you Master Yang, thank you."

Thank you very much Huo Wenhua.

Yang Zimei looked at him with guilt.

His time is approaching, and the god of death will still come two days later, there is really nothing she can do this time.

She also didn't know how to tell him about it.

"Mr. Huo, are you afraid of death?"

Yang Zimei asked tentatively, "If you are said to die in two days, what would you do?"

"Life and death are fate, wealth and honor are in the sky. When Wendong's body is found, I will have no regrets in life."

Huo Wenhua said calmly with a look of life and death.

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