This is a zombie agreement, are you serious?

Ma Xiaoling took a deep breath and tried to suppress the anxiety in her heart. Her voice was slightly trembling but revealed strength: "Aunt, you must hold on. Let's go find Uncle Qiu, he will definitely find a way."

She turned to look at Anfa, her eyes filled with an urgent request for help, hoping that he could take Ma Dingdang to He Yingqiu's private hospital.

"Anfa, take us to Uncle Qiu quickly. He will definitely be able to save Auntie!"

An Fa nodded and said to Ma Xiaoling, "Come with me."

Then, holding Ma Dingdang and under the guidance of Ma Xiaoling, he quickly took action, his figure shuttled through the city like a phantom, and headed straight for He Yingqiu's private hospital.

Soon, they arrived at the hospital.

"Uncle, please come and have a look, my aunt is dying...please save her!"

Ma Xiaoling quickly rushed into the emergency room and called out loudly.

When He Yingqiu heard the noise, he rushed over from the office immediately. When he saw Ma Dingdang's condition, his expression immediately became serious.

He quickly took over Ma Dingdang and ordered the nurse to prepare for emergency treatment.

He Yingqiu gently placed Ma Dingdang on the operating table, his eyes revealing a hint of solemnity.

Ma Dingdang's injuries this time are very serious. Not only does he need treatment from modern medicine, he also needs the help of the power of Maoshan Taoism.

He quickly put on his surgical gown and gloves, and signaled the nurse to prepare various medical instruments. Under the shadowless lamp, He Yingqiu began his unique treatment process.

First, he used modern medical methods to perform preliminary wound treatment and vital signs monitoring to ensure her basic life support.

[Rescue people like putting out a fire, hurry up and obey the command! 】

He Yingqiu took out a piece of yellow talisman paper from his pocket, muttered something, and the runes on the talisman paper began to glow. He quickly stuck the talisman paper on Ma Dingdang's forehead.

As the talisman paper was pasted on, a faint golden light began to spread around Ma Dingdang's body.

"Ma Dingdang... come back soon!"

As he spoke, He Yingqiu formed seals with his hands and slowly transferred his own magical power into Ma Dingdang's body to help her dispel the evil spirits in her body.

After a while, Ma Dingdang's face gradually turned from pale to a little red, and her breathing began to stabilize.

Beads of sweat oozed out of He Yingqiu's forehead. It was obvious that such treatment was extremely exhausting for him.

After some intensive treatment, He Yingqiu finally breathed a sigh of relief. He withdrew his hands, and the light on the talisman paper gradually dissipated.

But his intuition told him that things were not simple. He Yingqiu's eyes were fixed on Ma Dingdang.

He formed seals again and chanted a more complicated spell. Rays of golden light poured out from his hands and slowly covered Ma Dingdang's entire body.

With the infusion of magic power, Ma Dingdang's body began to emit a faint light, and among these lights, He Yingqiu vaguely saw a blurry figure - that was Madonna's soul.

Her figure was elusive and seemed likely to disappear into the air at any moment.

"Nana, hold on!" He Yingqiu said anxiously.

If Madonna's soul cannot be stabilized in time, she may disappear forever.

He Yingqiu quickly took out a bottle of special liquid medicine from the medical cabinet. This was the result of his years of research and was specifically used to stabilize the soul.

He carefully dripped the liquid medicine onto Madonna's soul, while continuing to stabilize her existence with spells and magic.

With the effect of the medicine and He Yingqiu's magic power, Madonna's soul gradually became clearer, and a relieved smile appeared on her face.

Seeing this, He Yingqiu felt a little relieved, but he knew that this was only temporary stability and would not last long.

"Nana, tell me, how did you end up like this?" He Yingqiu asked softly, his eyes full of worry.

Madonna's spirit trembled slightly, and her voice was weak and ethereal: "I... Xiaoqiu, please let Xiaoling in... This should be the last time we see each other..."

He Yingqiu clenched his fists, "Nana, have you lost all your magic power..."

He Yingqiu felt heavy in his heart. He took a deep look at Madonna's soul which was gradually stabilizing, then turned and walked out of the operating room.

His steps were steady, but his heart was turbulent. Facing An Fa and Ma Xiaoling, he said softly: "Xiaoling, you can come in, but be prepared."

Ma Xiaoling's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, she clenched her fists, trying hard to suppress her emotions.

An Fa gently patted her shoulder, giving her silent support. Ma Xiaoling took a deep breath, mustered up the courage and walked into the operating room.

I saw Ma Dingdang lying on the operating table, and the ghost of Madonna looming beside her.

Ma Xiaoling's heart skipped a beat and she almost couldn't control her tears.

She tried her best to hold back her tears, and then she walked to Madonna's side, "Aunt Dana, what's wrong with you? Why is this happening?"

Madonna's soul shook her head slightly, and there was a hint of relief in her eyes.

"Xiaoling, don't cry, or you will lose all your magic power. This should be the last time I tell you... The manuscript that has been passed down for thousands of years in the Ma family is hidden in my enshrined portrait. You must keep it well and pass it on."

Hearing this, Ma Xiaoling's heart was broken. She held Madonna's illusory hand with trembling hands: "No, Aunt Dana, you can't leave us like this..."

He Yingqiu stood aside and watched this touching scene silently.

"Yes, Nana, can you please not leave..." He Yingqiu also pleaded.

Madonna's soul seemed increasingly transparent in the light, and her eyes revealed deep reluctance and sadness.

She turned to He Yingqiu, her voice weak but with a hint of teasing: "Xiaoqiu, you care about me so much, do you like me?"

A complex emotion flashed across He Yingqiu's face, and his eyes revealed deep pain and struggle: "Nana, so many years have passed, don't you realize it now? Please don't leave..."

Madonna shook her head gently, with a hint of helplessness in her voice: "Xiao Qiu, you are not young anymore, it's time to find a companion. You know, I've died once."

He Yingqiu was very persistent: "I won't look for anyone else!"

Seeing that she could not persuade He Yingqiu, Madonna could only sigh softly. She turned her gaze to Ma Xiaoling, then to An Fa, and said with a hint of request in her voice: "Please help me block Xiaoling's eyes."

An Fa walked forward silently and gently covered Ma Xiaoling's eyes with his hands.

"Go away! Aren't you the Lord of Hell? You are leaving my great aunt behind... Go away! If you don't go away, I will let Mao You dump you!"

Ma Xiaoling felt a pair of large hands blocking her sight. She felt even more reluctant and sad in her heart. She was not even allowed to see her great aunt for the last time.

The next moment, Madonna's soul began to emit a faint light, "Xiaoling, from now on, you have the final say in the affairs of the Ma family. Back then, Ma Dingdang was expelled from the Ma family by me. When she wakes up, remember to let her recognize her ancestors..."

As she finished her words, the entire operating room was filled with dazzling light.

As the light gradually faded, Madonna's soul disappeared, leaving everyone with endless memories.

He Yingqiu closed his eyes and tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes.

Anfa slowly let go of his hand, no longer blocking Ma Xiaoling's view forward.

"Damn you, you're the one I hate the most, get out of here!"

Ma Xiaoling quickly looked towards where Madonna was, but found that there was no one there. She was so angry that she pushed Anfa away, turned around and ran out of the operating room.