Sweet Physician Wife - Chapter 137 - How Was She Supposed To Die

Song Woo-Moon is the son of a simple inn owner in the countryside.

His body is weak since childhood, and one day, a landscape painting received as a gift from an old Daoist causes his mind to become weak as well.

For years, he is teased as being the village fool, and he grows up as nothing more than a pathetic burden to his parents.

The day he turns twenty, however, his life changes!

Something awakens within him—the supreme martial arts within the landscape painting!

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After 10,000 years, it was iced. The Douro’s federal expedition team discovered an egg with a gold and silver two-color pattern during the scientific study in the northern part of the country. After exploring it with an instrument, it found that there were vital signs inside, and he quickly brought it back to the institute for incubation. The egg hatched, but it was a baby, a baby identical to humans, and an egg-born child.

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The Empress does not grant my resignation.

Once upon a time, there was a makeup artist who possessed outstanding skills and top-notch aesthetic judgement. When he did makeup for various stars, he could embellish sharpness onto the smooth vases that lacked edges, and he could make models who exceeded the boundaries of aesthetics to appear delicate and soft, more approachable to people.

Male stars loved to request him, for he had a thorough understanding of masculine charm in particular, and the makeup he did was never garishly slathered in oils or powders, instead exuding a natural, dashing air of elegance.

Female stars loved to request him, because not only was he excellent in his skills, he was also everyone’s closest confidant; when they chatted, he could easily hold any conversation, and his mouth would be tightly sealed, never allowing anyone’s privacy to slip out.

Although this person was quite young, after getting by in the makeup industry the past few years, he was virtually considered as a distinguished personality in his profession, and would be referred to as a ‘master’ wherever he went.

But he had a terrifying secret. He needed to carefully tread on thin ice and couldn’t expose even the slightest traces; otherwise, nobody would invite him to work ever again, and nobody would apply to the classes he led anymore.

—He was a straight man.

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