MTL - The Tang Dynasty’s Female Forensic Doctor - Chapter 392 Calm, Jiu Ge

I’m telling you, acting is really just a hobby. Not the VTuber part.

Lu Lingxi died.

As a child born by his parents through precise genetic matching, for eighteen years of his life, he lived entirely for his brother, who had leukaemia. He was his brother’s shadow, a “medicine reserve bank” for his brother’s treatment needs.

Umbilical cord blood, stem cells, bone marrow… whenever his brother needed it, he would have no choice but to quietly lie on the operating table.

Until the last time, when his brother needed a kidney and he never came off the operating table.

When he opened his eyes again, Lu Lingxi became a teenager with the same name Lu Lingxi.

Freed from the shackles of his fate, he possesses the mysterious ability to communicate with plants.

Raising flowers, gardening and running a farm, Lu Lingxi begins a very different life!

Gu Yanfei was reborn.

In her last life, only after her death did she find out that she was a real daughter in a book of true and false daughters.

The original female protagonist, Fake Daughter, is the daughter of luck. She occupies a magpie’s nest and is loved by thousands of people. She is the eyeball and heart of the Gu family, stepping on her Gu Yanfei’s flesh and blood for a lifetime of honor.

In that lifetime, Gu Yanfei lived and died unclearly.

After her death, she was reincarnated into the realm of self-cultivation and became a medical practitioner. She didn’t want to, but after practicing for two hundred years, she was struck by a thunderbolt back to her previous life.

Back to the time when the true and false daughter’s life experience was revealed.

When the real daughter came back, everyone in the Hou residence laughed at her with no ink on her chest and a straw bag.

But I don’t know that Gu Yanfei is now a full-level rebirth!

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The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”