"Pah!" A crisp slap hit Zhu Qingqing's face, and the aunt screamed with a ferocious face: "Hand over the photo! That is your cousin's future. Are you worthy of being a dead star?"
Zhu Qingqing wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes as cold as blades. Under everyone's astonished gaze, she threw the fateful photo into the roaring fire with her backhand: "I won't give my things to thieves even if they are destroyed!"
In her previous life, she worked as a cowboy for the Zhu family, but she was stabbed in the back and died with hatred. In this life, she took her grandfather and left home resolutely. With her magical bone-setting skills, she cured the county magistrate's wife's serious illness and revived the chief's old injuries. While the Zhu family was still fighting over the poor military marriage they had stolen, Zhu Qingqing had become a miracle doctor that big figures from all walks of life were vying to pay attention to.
Late at night in late autumn, the powerful Mr. Shen blocked her behind a screen in the hospital. He opened his collar button to reveal his strong chest. His voice was low and hoarse: "Doctor Zhu, this bone seems to be misplaced again. Can you help me... Touch it carefully?"
Zhu Qingqing's fingertips traced his heart, and he smiled vaguely: "Master Shen, if you touch this position crookedly, it will be fatal."
The man grabbed her waist with his backhand, his breath entangled: "If I die in your hands, I admit it."
