Supernatural rebirth: genius girl fortune teller

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"Where's the money?"

Yang Zimei heard the woman talking again.

She raised her ears and heard the voice on the phone saying, "Don't worry, I will transfer one million to your account immediately. After you complete the trick, I will arrange for you to go to the United States."

"Thank you."

After the woman calmly finished the phone call, she put on her extremely nervous and fearful look and continued to walk around the door.

After hearing the conversation between them, Yang Zimei had completely understood.

My uncle was tricked by someone who wanted to destroy him completely.

As a person with a good reputation and a certain status, if a reporter catches him doing such an embarrassing thing, the entire Zeng family will definitely be turned upside down.

What's more, the reporters who came must have been bribed and came prepared, and they would definitely write nonsense.

When the time comes, where will my uncle's face be?

She absolutely couldn't let her uncle be destroyed like this.

His brows furrowed, and a sinister aura shot out from his finger, shooting straight into the woman's forehead.

The woman's face immediately became demented, with drool drooling from the corner of her mouth, and she stupidly walked up to Yang Zimei.

Yang Zimei reached out and took out her uncle's and her cell phones.

He put a spell on her forehead with his fingers, controlled her thinking, and then made her leave in a daze.

She pulled up the call history and made the call.

"what happened again?"

A strange male voice came over the phone, impatiently, "Be prepared to answer the reporter so that the old man named Zeng will be ruined. When the matter is completed, I will transfer one million to your account immediately."

Yang Zimei hung up the phone.

At this time, four reporters hurried out of the hospital corridor with cameras in hand.

The sinister energy from Yang Zimei's hand popped out and quietly shot on their foreheads.

A place like a hospital is a cold and cold place, so the evil spirit is more likely to be exerted.

The four reporters felt a chill on their foreheads, and then their minds went blank, not knowing what they were doing standing here.

Yang Zimei issued a spell command to let them disperse...

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The reporter's problem has been temporarily resolved.

But since people want to kill my uncle, there will definitely be consequences.

Moreover, my uncle is now in the emergency room, and his life or death is unknown.

What is his reason?

Myocardial infarction or cerebral hemorrhage?

When I looked at his face before, he didn't look like someone with this disease.

Is there another illness?

At this time, the door to the emergency room opened and the doctor came out.

She stepped forward and asked, "Doctor, how is the patient?"

The doctor saw her as a child and looked around, but couldn't find the woman who had just been sent here. He frowned slightly and asked, "Little girl, are you the patient?"

"The patient is my uncle!"

Yang Zimei saw the patient being pushed out.

The man lying on the hospital bed with bruises all over his body was none other than her uncle Zeng Tianhua.

"Uncle——"

She hurriedly stepped forward and reached out to touch his pulse. She found that although his pulse was weak, it was no longer life-threatening. Fang felt slightly relieved.

"Your uncle is allergic to penicillin. Fortunately, his intake was not large and he was rescued in time. Otherwise, his life would be in danger."

The doctor looked around and asked doubtfully: "Where are you, sir?"

"My lord is away if you have something to do. I can take care of my uncle. If you need anything, just tell me."

While holding Zeng Tianhua's hand, Yang Zimei quietly injected vitality into him, causing his originally weak heart and lungs to gradually regain their vitality and start beating.

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