Chapter 3 (2/2)

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As a doctor, one that was internationally renowned, Sheng Fenghua quickly determined her injuries. She had tripped and injured herself.

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How could this be?

Sheng Fenghua was even more perplexed. She had always been very confident in her memory. Not to mention what had just happened, even if it had happened a month or longer ago, she could still remember it clearly. She could recollect what she had said, what she had done, and whom she had met.

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But now, she just could not recall how she had gotten the injury on her body!

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No, she had to think about it again.

However, at this moment, she felt dizzy. Sheng Fenghua could not take it anymore and fell back onto the hospital bed.

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Sheng Fenghua, who was lying on the bed, was extremely disoriented. Countless images flashed past her mind, like a movie recounting her experiences since she was young.

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Only then did she know what had happened to her body.

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It turned out that she had indeed died under Feng Qing's gun. And now, she was still Sheng Fenghua, a military wife who had come with the troops.

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Currently, she was in the hospital because she had quarreled with someone and had been pushed down the stairs, resulting in serious injuries.

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After sorting out her identity, Sheng Fenghua opened her eyes again and sized up the ward. This was a single room, and there was no one else but herself.

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Speaking of which, it was all thanks to her husband, Si Zhanbei, that she was able to stay here.

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Si Zhanbei was a Battalion Commander, and who knew what was wrong with him? He could have married those ladies from noble families, but he had to marry a country bumpkin like her.

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As a result, the moment she arrived at the army's family courtyard, she was shunned by everyone. There was no other reason except that those people felt that she was not worthy of Si Zhanbei.

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What's more, among the girls in the army, eight out of ten adored him, which made her life in the family courtyard even worse.

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