Rebirth: The First Female Physician

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The door of the house opened, and a man with a hunched body and a simple and honest face walked out from the inside.

The clothes on his body are also extremely simple clothes, no different from ordinary old villagers.

This person shouldn't be Wang Zeyuan, right?

The old villager glanced at Jiang Guangzheng, nodded to him, led him in, and closed the door.

"Xuehu, let's go in too!"

The two jumped onto the fence and stood firm to watch the situation inside.

I saw Jiang Guangzheng followed the old villager into the main hall of the house.

There were several coughing sounds from inside.

Xuehu and Yang Zimei jumped down and continued to follow invisibly.

I saw a man in a black silk and satin Tang suit sitting on the grand teacher's chair in the main hall. His hair was long and black, reaching to his shoulders.

But his face was as old as a crane's skin, with only one pair of eyes, which were still sharp.

Looking at his body again, Yang Zimei was slightly surprised.

I saw that his body was thin and thin, and the clothes were worn on him, as if they were on a hanger, empty.

Look at his feet, they are shorter than the legs of the chair, so like a child, they are dangling with the legs of the trousers empty.

Big head, long hair, small body.

This kind of proportion is too weird, as if he came out of a cartoon.

Jiang Guang was standing in front of him with a respectful attitude, bent over and called out, "Old Wang——"

When Yang Zimei heard this, her pupils shrank again.

It turned out that this strange-looking old man was really Wang Zeyuan.

It has been many years since Wang Zeyuan abdicated, and he has not appeared in the media in recent years. In addition, Yang Zimei was still young, squatting on the mountain all the time, and he had never even watched TV, so he had no idea what Wang Zeyuan looked like .

But, it doesn't have to be so weird, right?

How did such a person become the head of state before?

Wang Zeyuan was playing with a bead with his withered fingers that looked like wooden branches.

Yang Zimei could see clearly that it was also a nine-eyed dzi bead, a bit bigger than hers.

"Old Wang, I didn't want to disturb you at first, but it happened suddenly..."

As Jiang Guangzheng said, he took out the file bag from his cloth bag.

When he saw that the document bag was different from the one he had taken originally, it was another secret file, he couldn't help but startled, wondering how he could have taken it by mistake.

He had no choice but to stuff the file back into his cloth bag.

Wang Zeyuan looked at him sharply, "What is it? Why didn't you show it to me?"

"I took it wrong, sorry."

Jiang Guangzheng was a little embarrassed, summoned up his courage slightly, and said to Wang Zeyuan, "Old Wang, do you still remember the lotus lake in Longze Park?"

"Ah."

Wang Zeyuan responded vaguely.

"Today, a big event happened in that lotus lake. Someone discovered that in the center of the lotus lake, there were many dead bodies from far or near. The police also excavated an underground palace."

While talking, Jiang Guangzheng observed Wang Zeyuan very carefully, wanting to see his reaction.

"Oh."

There was no reaction on Wang Zeyuan's face, and he still responded vaguely.

"We also found a woman in the basement, Miss Long Caiyun who disappeared more than 20 years ago."

After Jiang Guangzheng finished speaking, he took out a black and white photo from his bag.

There are two playful little whips tied on the photo, and she has a cheerful and innocent smile, as if the sun from all over the world is falling on her face.

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