Chapter 1 White Rose in Wind and Rain

   "Rumble—"

  The rainy night sky suddenly struck a silver-white lightning, accompanied by the roar of thunder, tearing open the boundless darkness.

  Feng Qianwei opened her eyes with difficulty, her head was a little dizzy before her vision recovered.

  "Where am I?"

  She rubbed her eyes and looked at the scene in front of her.

  A red lantern illuminates this antique room, and also allows her to see herself in the bronze mirror.

  The woman in the mirror, with drunken eyes and dim eyes, her cheeks are like enchanting peach petals.

  A tailor-fitted Yuebai Qianshui long dress, worn on her body, looks like a white rose on a spring branch, scorching in full bloom.

   "I am obviously saving people, how come I am here? And this suit is not mine..."

  Feng Qianwei looked at herself in the mirror in shock and muttered to herself.

   Known as a genius doctor, she has studied medicine from major domestic and foreign doctors since she was a child, and became a lifelong honorary professor of the world's top medical schools at a young age.

  In addition, she also has a special identity, being the youngest instructor in the Dragon Soul group of China.

  She received an SSS-level secret mission to lead the rescue team of China to go abroad to treat Dr. Liu who developed a magical ability.

  Dr. Liu’s research results have not yet been made public, and they have been wildly robbed by major international organizations.

  He wanted to bring this achievement back to China. He encountered an ambush on the way back to China, and his life was hanging by a thread.

  Feng Qianwei’s mission is to rescue Dr. Liu, and only her medical skills can create miracles.

   "By the way, although Dr. Liu was out of danger at the time, he was found traces by enemy organizations. We were surrounded and we were in desperation."

  She remembered Dr. Liu's guilty look at the end, and realized that the last big explosion was triggered by Dr. Liu in order to preserve the research results.

  He knew that once the thing fell into the hands of criminals, the consequences would be disastrous.

   "What kind of character am I?"

  She rejuvenated her life and helped the wounded, but she was dragged to death, and she became a real "cup".

  At that time, besides using this stupid method, she had at least 30 ways to get out.

   "Am I a corpse now?"

  Feng Qianwei clarified her thoughts, and understood that she must be dead.

   Then what is the identity of this self?

  As she calmed down and thought, some memories naturally popped up in her mind, which made her understand that she had traveled to this woman with the same name and surname as her.

  The original owner of the body is plain, he is just a silly, white sweet, and he doesn’t know how he was killed.

  Good figure, bad brain.

  "Stupid girl, you have been stupid in your life. From now on, my sister will be smart for you!"

  She remembered that the place in front of her was the restaurant room where the good sister Gong Xiaotian, the original owner, celebrated her birthday.

  After the banquet ended, she felt dizzy, so Gong Xiaotian helped her rest here.

   "No, I am not drunk, but drugged."

  Feng Qianwei is not the silly person she was in before, but a genius doctor. She can tell whether she is drunk or not.

  "Who gave the medicine?"

  She immediately recalled the scene at the banquet, and soon got the answer.

   "It must be her! Gong Xiaotian!"

  There was a special smell in the wine that Gong Xiaotian poured for her before. The original owner was naturally not concerned, but she was like a mirror.

  She glanced at the door of the guest room, and immediately walked forward.

   "Crack!"

  She locked the door tightly, and she knew that if someone drugged her, what would happen next.

   "Knocking!"

  The moment she locked the door, an anxious knock on the door came from outside, accompanied by Gong Xiaotian’s cry for help.

   "Sister Qianwei, open the door!"

  Feng Qianwei did not make a sound when he heard the shouts outside, but poke a small hole in the corner to see it.

   There are seven or eight strong men outside the door, smiling wretchedly, obviously not serious people.

  (End of this chapter)