Rebirth: The First Female Physician

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Having not been home for several days, Yang Zimei was planning to go home to see her family.

She didn't want to take Xuehu with her at first, but it refused, and said sternly that Xiaoqian was going, so it had to follow.

Yang Zimei was helpless, so she had to go out with it in her arms.

The buses in city A are often crowded, especially at this time of evening, and it takes only 10 minutes to walk anyway, so she chose to walk. [

As he was walking, he suddenly felt a pair of eyes staring at his back, seeming to have killing intent.

Pupils narrowed slightly, and he lowered his head to stroke Xuehu's smooth fur, "Xuehu, do you know that someone is following us?"

"Well, it's about 20 meters away from your back, that's the man in black." Xuehu squinted his eyes lazily and said, "It's too much for someone like that to assassinate you."

"He has a gun?" Yang Zimei asked.

"I don't know what a gun is."

"So stupid, I don't even know about guns." Xiao Qian couldn't help but sneered, "That man does have a pistol and a sharp knife hidden in his body."

Yang Zimei quickly looked back

The man met her gaze, but didn't flinch back, just lowered his head slightly to avoid her gaze, as if he was an ordinary person walking.

Yang Zimei narrowed his eyes slightly to look at him, and saw that he had a sinister aura that carried several lives on his back, with refined muscles, and his walking steps were very steady and heavy, and the stride span was precise and uniform, with a deviation of less than an inch.

This person should be a mercenary!

Who the hell wants to hire someone to assassinate him?

She is a fortune teller, although she can calculate the good and bad luck of others, but when it comes to her own, there is no way to calculate.

This is the so-called physiognomist counting others and not himself.

The man put one hand into his trouser pocket, and it was obvious that he was holding a miniature pistol in it.

A modern hot weapon like a gun, even a person with high martial arts skills, will be very powerless in front of it.

Yang Zimei really didn't want to have such a person following behind her.

She looked around, and flashed like a phantom, into a small alley next to her.

The killer frowned when he saw her suddenly flashing into the alley. His professional sensitivity made him understand that the other party had discovered him.

She was just a weak girl, and he didn't take her seriously, he just wanted to find the right time to kill her. [

He chased into the alley, looking for her figure everywhere, but heard her voice faintly behind him: "Looking for me?"

Startled, he turned his head and clenched the gun tightly in his hand, ready to pull it out at any time.

She didn't know what was going on, but she was standing four meters behind him, with a delicate, slender and white hand, caressing the fur of the fox-like puppy in her arms leisurely, smiling Light, drooping eyelids, black pupils like stars in the sky, looking at him lightly, as if looking at an acquaintance.

Such a girl shouldn't be afraid at first, but for some reason, a sense of crisis that he has never felt since his debut surged into his heart, making him nervous in vain, all the muscles in his body tensed, The hand holding the gun in the trouser pocket actually trembled slightly, and the palm was sweating...

With a smile, she slowly approached him...

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