Chapter 1 The White Rose in the Wind and Rain

"Boom--"

In the night sky where the rain poured down, a silver-white lightning suddenly swept across, accompanied by the roar of thunder, tearing apart the boundless darkness.

Feng Qianwei opened her eyes with difficulty, but her vision has not recovered, and her head is a little dizzy.

"Where am I?"

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

A red lantern illuminated this quaint room and also allowed her to see herself in the bronze vanity mirror.

The woman in the mirror has hazy eyes and cheeks like enchanting peach petals.

Wearing a tailored Yuebai Qianshui long dress, she wore it on her body, like a white rose on the branches of spring, blooming brightly.

"I'm obviously saving people, so why am I here? And this dress 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 famous doctors at home and abroad since she was a child, and became a lifelong honorary professor of a top international medical school at a young age.

In addition, she also has a special status, being the youngest instructor of the Dragon Soul Group of Huaxia Kingdom.

She received an SSS-level secret mission and led the rescue team of Huaxia to go abroad to treat Dr. Liu who developed magical abilities.

Before Dr. Liu's research results were made public, they were frantically robbed by major international organizations.

He wanted to bring this achievement back to Huaxia Kingdom, and he was ambushed 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 that time, he was discovered by enemy organizations. We were surrounded by many and fell into a desperate situation."

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

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

"What kind of character am I?"

She rejuvenated her life and healed the wounded, but she was pulled to death together, and she became a real "cup".

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

"I'm now a scammer?"

Feng Qianwei clarified her thoughts and realized that her former self must be dead.

So what is your identity now?

As she calmed down and thought, some memories naturally popped up in her mind, which made her realize that she was transmigrating to this woman with the same name as her.

To put it bluntly, the original owner of this body is a fool and white sweet, and I don't know how he was killed.

Good body, bad brain.

"Silly girl, you have been stupid all your life, and I will be smart for you in the future!"

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

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

"No, I'm not drunk, but drugged."

Feng Qianwei is not the stupid one she used to be, 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 quickly got the answer.

"It must be her! Gong Xiaotian!"

The wine Gong Xiaotian poured for her had a special taste. The original owner was naturally not overly concerned, but her heart was like a mirror.

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

"Crack!"

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

"Knock knock knock!"

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

"Sister Qianwei, open the door!"

Hearing the shouting outside, Feng Qianwei didn't make a sound, but poked a small hole in the corner to see it out.

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