Rebirth: The First Female Physician

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"Mr. Huo, life and death are life and death! Life is just a process of continuous reincarnation. If you can use the god of death to invite you in person, it means that your next life will be good."

Yang Zimei could only comfort her like this.

"Well, I don't care if I live long or short. What I care about is that I haven't made up for the mistakes I made to Wendong, haven't found his descendants, haven't had the opportunity to let him be buried in glory, and do something for him. Footwork."

Huo Wenhua sighed.

"Brother, I don't care about this."

Huo Wendong's soul said, "I am satisfied that I can fit together completely."

"Master Yang, I just asked you one thing, can you agree?"

Huo Wenhua looked a little hesitant, but asked solemnly.

"Go ahead."

Yang Zimei thought that he wanted to find a good burial place for his two brothers, or that he wanted to personally rescue Huo Wendong.

"When the god of death comes, can you ask the god of death for me?"

Huo Wenhua's words startled Yang Zimei.

She is somewhat afraid of death.

What's more, how could she have the ability to beg the god of death to let Huo Wenhua go.

If the god of death was Xuehu, she might still beg twice.

"Mr. Huo, I can't do anything about the god of death deciding people's life and death."

Yang Zimei said helplessly, "No matter how powerful I am, I'm still just a mortal."

"Master Yang, I don't want you to beg the god of death to let me go. I have lived until now, found Wendong, and experienced such thrilling and novel things in the past two days. I don't have much complaints about death. But , since Wendong was thrown on the boat by me, he has been wandering and living a miserable life. I hope that after the god of death takes my soul away, let Wendong's soul enter my body and live in my place."

Huo Wenhua looked at Yang Zimei earnestly and asked, "Or maybe, Master Yang, you have the ability to make Wendong's soul attach to me?"

Hearing his request, Yang Zimei looked at him in surprise.

"Mr. Huo, I can't promise you this either. Mr. Wendong has been dead for decades. If I let him attach to your body, it would be an act against the laws of nature. I can't do this .”

"Oh! Then I must ask Death to see it myself."

Huo Wenhua sighed.

"Mr. Huo Wendong, do you want to do heavy work?"

Yang Zimei saw that Huo Wendong's soul's eyes were shining brightly, as if there was a strong desire to live, so she couldn't help asking.

Huo Wendong nodded.

Yang Zimei was speechless, thinking of the hexagram he had calculated before, Li Daitao froze!

Is it really going to happen that Huo Wendong replaces Huo Wenhua?

Will Huo Wendong really see spring after a dead tree?

This should be impossible!

How could the god of death agree?

She took another look at the copy ghost who was inseparable from Huo Wenhua.

Ever since the clone ghost appeared, she thought that Li Daitao's zombie meant that the clone ghost replaced Huo Wenhua and was taken away by the god of death.

Therefore, she has been tolerating it to follow.

As a result, in Huo Wenhua's will, he wanted Huo Wendong to live instead of him.

Then let everything go.

Anyway, she is not God, and she doesn't want to interfere with other people's choice of fate. At most, when she has the opportunity, she can help push it.

Yang Zimei looked at the remaining seven heads.

They have all turned into white bones, and I don't know where the original soul is floating.

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