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Rebirth: My Healer Wife Owns Superpowers

Introduction: (Confiscation + Exile + Medical Skills + Space + Farming + Strategy + Wife Chasing + 1v1 + Return to the Pinnacle) After her death, the versatile doctor Qi Yue transmigrated and became the fat wife used for luck in marriage by the disabled Marquis of Beiyuan Kingdom. Just as she entered the grand gates of the Marquis Residence, the cruel Emperor came to confiscate everything. With exile imminent, Qi Yue activated her space ability, emptied the Marquis’s storeroom, and incidentally plundered the Emperor’s private store. To think that she, a General’s daughter, was poisoned by her relatives, ended up with a body full of fat, and had to endure the hardships of exile? Qi Yue: “Since they dared to send me to hell, don't blame me for dragging them down with me.” The Place of Exile is poor, broken, and filled with indigenous murderers? Qi Yue: “Bring two to kill a pair, let's see who dies more!” One day, the disabled Marquis suddenly stood up, his radiant appearance causing countless young girls to scream? Qi Yue: “Since we haven't performed the marriage rites, love whoever you want.” Facing disdain, the Marquis narrowed his phoenix eyes, “Prepare for a grand wedding!”

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Chapter 22 Girls should be a bit thinner to look good!

[Those whose hearts are not like Buddha's cannot become healers.]

Qi Yue's heart twinged with pain, and she sighed in resignation, closing her eyes.

"Father, when you left me, when you left mother, did you ever feel regret?"

For a moment, she suddenly let out a bitter laugh.

"Ha, what right do I have to speak of you? Didn't I also leave mother behind?"

Suddenly feeling exhausted, she slumped down in front of the sofa and fell into a deep sleep.

Time trickled by, and the night grew deep.

The convicts holed up in the horse stables were all asleep, but the lights were still on in the room where the Zhao family members at the post station stayed.

Zhao Yongzhe was sitting upright on the kang bed, silent.

Zhao Xiyan's mask had already been removed, his incredibly beautiful face showing anxiety.

Zhao Yonglian paced back and forth on the ground, almost wearing a hole through the floor.