Sheng Fenghua looked at her chest in shock. That position, if she remembered correctly, was precisely where Feng Qing had shot her.
She clearly remembered the feeling of the bullet entering her body. She had seen with her own eyes the blood-red plum blossom that had bloomed from the clothes on her chest after the shot.
That plum blossom was of the same shape as the one right now.
Sheng Fenghua stretched out her hand and gently touched the mark. It didn't disappear, nor did it hurt. She didn't feel anything.
"Fenghua, is this a birthmark?" At this moment, Sun Lin came back to her senses and glanced at Sheng Fenghua. As a nurse, she had seen many birthmarks, but she had never seen such a special one. Moreover, it was on her chest.
"It should be," Sheng Fenghua said with uncertainty. In the original owner's memory, there didn't seem to be any recollection of it. Therefore, she wasn't sure whether this was a birthmark or not.
However, one thing she was certain of was that the appearance of this plum blossom was absolutely similar to what she looked like after she was killed.
"It's extraordinary." Sun Lin retracted her gaze and didn't say anything else. Instead, she continued to change the medicine on Sheng Fenghua's leg.
After changing the dressing and seeing that Sheng Fenghua was fine, Sun Lin left.
Soon, only Sheng Fenghua was left in the ward. She lay on the bed and thought about the plum blossom on her chest, but she couldn't fall asleep no matter how hard she tried.
So, she sat up straight, unbuttoned her clothes, and reached out to touch it again.
But when she rubbed it, something strange happened. Sheng Fenghua felt her body sink as if she had fallen into something.
The sensation of her body falling down shocked her. Just as she was about to take measures, she found that her body had dropped into a soft place and stopped.
Sheng Fenghua opened her eyes quickly, and only then did she realize that she had arrived at a wonderful place.
This place was like a peach garden in the world with green meadows, dark green pools, and a large patch of plum blossoms. They were in full bloom, their fragrance wafting everywhere. When she looked up, she saw a small white house among the plum blossoms.
Sheng Fenghua took a step forward and quickly walked toward the small house. When she approached it and pushed the door open, her face was filled with shock.
This was not a small house. Instead, this was clearly her previous surgery and research room.
In the organization, she had a separate operating room for her research. Except for herself, no one else had entered it. Whether it was her superiors or her subordinates, no one knew what was inside.
Now, looking at this familiar operating room, Sheng Fenghua threw her head back and laughed. God had treated her well. Even though she had died at such a young age, He had allowed her to live with another identity.
Not only that, but He had also given her such a huge gift.
The Operating Theater!
At this moment, Sheng Fenghua had no idea that the biggest surprise after her rebirth was yet to come.
Going forward, she touched everything in the operating theater one by one as a bright light flashed in her eyes.
Good, this was really great. With this operating theater that combined research and surgery, what else could she be afraid of.
What organization? What style? One day, she would charge in front of them and tell them that she, Sheng Fenghua, had returned. She would show them that she would forever be the king, and they would always crawl under her feet.
After coming out of the operating theater, Sheng Fenghua's mood was much calmer. She briskly walked toward the patch of plum blossom's back.
After passing it, the scene before her eyes jolted her once again.