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The Chief Minister’s Ferocious Wife

# chief assistant Zhao Chuchu was reborn in a time before the apocalypse. As soon as the space was filled with supplies, something fell from a high altitude and killed her. Then, she transmigrated, becoming a small villager in an unknown dynasty. She started this new life by taking out the natives, dealing with the plague, and becoming a divine doctor in one fell swoop. Using her fists, she gained high status. She bullied those scums until they cried for their mommy and begged for mercy. She produced large quantities of rice, beans, and sweet potatoes… She could do everything, and she earned a lot of money with that. Everyone watched as she reconciled with Xiao Xiucai. They watched until a baby was born, as well as until Xiao Xiucai became the top scholar and smoothly became the Chief Minister. Then, everyone waited for the day the Chief Minister would divorce his wife, who went through hardships in life with him. They waited and waited until the couple had grown old, the two living together for the rest of their lives.

Twilight Smoke Paints the Pavilion · General
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Don't Delay Me From Saving People

Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

"I'm a doctor. Don't move. I'll check your pulse," Chuchu said warmly and smiled at the beggar.

The beggar fell into a trance at her smile. "Am I already dead?"

"You're not dead yet. Don't be afraid. My sister-in-law can save you." Xie Jun squatted down beside them.

Seeing such a lovely child as Xie Jun, the beggar more than ever felt that he had died.

Otherwise, how could such a good-looking person approach him and still not mind him dirty?

Chuchu was now sure that this beggar had been infected with the Blood Bug Virus.

"Da Lang, look around for an inn. Let's take the man there first." She looked back at Xie Heng.

"The inn is over there." Xie Heng had not come over together because he was observing the layout of Qiaoyi Town. So he immediately pointed out the direction of the inn when Chuchu asked.

The inn's flag signs had been tattered. They could barely recognize that it was an inn if not for good eyesight.