The Great Doctor Girl

I know full well that this is a new product developed by my husband Huang Junze's Qianyuan Group. It's still in the testing phase, and its performance is unstable. But the situation is so critical now that I have no choice but to bring it out to save the day.

Look at that robot. It is small and exquisite, but its movements are extremely agile. Its joints rotate flexibly and freely, and its metal shell gleams with a cold luster in the dim light.

Huang Junze quickly controlled the robot using the controller on his wrist to rush towards Chen Xuanfeng.

The robot turned sideways and cleverly avoided the black mist swung out by Chen Xuanfeng. Then it jumped high and kicked towards Chen Xuanfeng with its legs like sharp blades.

But I know in my heart that this robot is still in the testing phase and its performance is extremely unstable. I dare not pin all my hopes on it.

While I continued to maintain the protective barrier to resist Chen Xuanfeng's evil attacks, I was looking for an opportunity to counterattack.

Chen Xuanfeng obviously didn't take this little robot seriously. He sneered, waved his hands, and summoned more black tentacles to surround the robot.

The robot moved flexibly among the tentacles, constantly looking for flaws to attack, but there were too many tentacles and it gradually became unable to do so.

I seized the opportunity and mobilized all my energy and spiritual power again, shouting: "The way of a great doctor is to keep righteousness forever!" The golden light on the protective barrier suddenly surged, forming a huge golden shield, crushing towards Chen Xuanfeng.

Huang Junze also seized this opportunity and controlled the robot to launch an attack with all its strength. The robot found his weakness and broke it with one punch.

Under our combined attack, Chen Xuanfeng gradually began to feel the pressure. A flicker of panic flashed across his eyes, and his movements became sluggish.

We pressed on, launching a fierce attack. In the fierce battle, we gradually gained the upper hand. Finally, Chen Xuanfeng's strength wore off, and he stumbled, nearly falling to the ground. His sorcery weakened, and the black mist gradually dissipated.

The police seized the opportunity, rushed forward and successfully captured Chen Xuanfeng.

With the capture of Chen Xuanfeng and Liu Sanniang again, this operation was completely shattered.

The moment Chen Xuanfeng was escorted into the police car by the police, he suddenly turned around and grinned at me strangely.

His bloodstained teeth gleamed white in the moonlight, and his hoarse voice was like sandpaper scraping across my eardrums: "Do you think this is the end? A doctor's heart is kind... Oh, you can't even save your own life." A chill suddenly ran down my back, and the golden light in my hand that had not yet dissipated trembled slightly.

Huang Junze walked over quickly and put his hand on my shoulder: "Ignore him, it's just the cry of a loser." The controller screen on his wrist suddenly flashed red and issued a shrill alarm.

A creaking sound of twisted metal could be heard in the distance. The robot that had just been flipping and moving in the air was now twitching and curled up in the corner, with tiny electric sparks bursting out from its joints.

"The robot's core is overloaded!" Huang Junze's face suddenly changed. He took out a micro freezing gun from his waist bag and ran towards the robot.

I followed him, my brow furrowed, my mind full of questions.

Although the robot's performance was unstable during this testing phase, it was extremely unusual for it to suddenly experience such a severe overload. Did Chen Xuanfeng cause trouble during the battle, or was there some other force behind the scenes?

Just as I was thinking, a scorching air wave overturned the flower bed three meters away, and Huang Junze was knocked to the ground by me.

Countless metal fragments pierced the police car behind us like a rainstorm, and the bulletproof glass was instantly covered with spider-web cracks.

A charred chip drifted down from the thick smoke, its edges etched with blood-red mandala patterns. The aftermath of the explosion left a lingering fear in my heart. Huang Junze and I exchanged glances, each seeing deep worry in the other's eyes.

The debris kicked up by the explosion was still falling. I squatted beside the wreckage of the police car, trying to calm myself and calculate the direction of the evil spirit with my fingers.

The blood-stained mandala chip suddenly trembled and stood up, and some kind of fluorescent mucus seeped out of the pattern on the edge - this was clearly the characteristic of the lost living talisman in Xiangxi.

Just as I was about to take out the Bianstone to scrape a sample, Huang Junze suddenly grabbed my wrist and said, "The demon-subduing pestle at Lingshan Temple was stolen this morning. The abbot said that the surveillance camera captured half of a Taotie tattoo." I was startled. These two things seemed unrelated, but they happened at the same time. There must be a bigger conspiracy behind them.

As Qianyuan Group's silver sealed box crashed against the dissection table, technician Chen Ke's hands, clad in triple-layer protective gloves, trembled. He was usually calm and composed, but his loss of composure at this moment betrayed the gravity of the situation. Sweat beaded his forehead, and his eyes betrayed fear and anxiety. The robotic arm poked the edge of the chip for the third time, splashing fluorescent fluid and etching a star pattern on the tabletop.

"Get out of the way." Huang Junze loosened the cuffs of his haute couture suit, revealing a platinum watch engraved with the River Map and Luo Shu on his wrist - that was the protective magic weapon I designed for him when he took over the group.

"Be careful!" The moment his fingertips touched the mucus, the moxa stick I threw out hit the back of his hand.

The remains of the poisonous insects that exploded in the green smoke actually formed the shape of a baby's footprints, which were exactly the same as the traces left by Jing Shuo last night in the nursery cabin surveillance.

I frowned, a sense of foreboding welling up in my heart. What exactly did these baby footprints mean? How was they connected to our child?

Chen Ke suddenly let out a terrifying scream, and his protective gloves melted into a jelly-like substance, revealing the same mandala pattern under the skin as the chip - it was the identification code of Qianyuan Group's third-generation brain-computer interface.

"Seal off the building immediately!" Huang Junze roared at his smart watch, and the dial suddenly projected the shadow of Master Wuming.

The image of the old monk sat cross-legged on the bloodstained dissection table, his virtual Buddhist beads aligned with the twenty-eight ventilation vents in the laboratory. "Donor Luo, is your son still wearing the swaddling clothes I gave him when he was one month old?" A cold sweat suddenly broke out on my back. In the video the nanny had taken this morning, Jing Suo and Yining were clearly covered in the brocade embroidered with the Heart Sutra, but now Jing Suo saw the same swastika moving in the lines beneath Xiao Chen's skin.

The mechanical debris on the dissection table suddenly floated, forming a three-dimensional model exactly the same as the Qianyuan Technology Building, and the logo of the Apocalypse Group, which was supposed to be sealed, was faintly visible in the basement of the model.

Huang Junze pushed a cup of freshly brewed tea toward me. His suit collar was still stained with black ash from the explosion. "What's even weirder is this." He zoomed in on the chip scan. I saw nanoscale spells hidden within the mandala pattern. "It's a composite inscription of lightning spells and puppetry. It's a Ming Dynasty technique, but it uses quantum etching. It's obvious someone has deliberately tampered with our robots. Our AI is being exploited maliciously."

A refrigerator in the corner of the room suddenly made a soft click. We turned our heads simultaneously and saw that the sealed jar containing the evil cultivator's magic weapon was frosting. Inside the jar, the pitch-black finger bone taken from Chen Xuanfeng suddenly raised its middle finger with a click.

Amidst the crisp sound of the refrigerator glass shattering, I pulled out three lightning-struck jujube wood needles. As Chen Xuanfeng's finger bones shattered the sealed canister and floated into the air, Huang Junze's smartwatch suddenly projected a baby room surveillance video—Jing Shuo's cradle was being struck by energy waves of the same frequency.

"Activate the Four Symbols Formation!" I slammed the umbilical cord blood-stained talisman onto the dissection table. Qianyuan Group's newly developed quantum barrier deployed within the laboratory. The finger bone, however, pierced through the protective netting and crashed directly into the crystal box containing Yining's fetal hair. In the nick of time, the red sandalwood Buddhist beads gifted by Master Wuming automatically flew up, forming the phantom of a demon-subduing pestle in the air.

"Take the kids to Lingshan Temple!" I yelled to my husband, my fingertips piercing the Laogong acupoints on my phalanges. Suddenly, Huang Junze's suit lining revealed an electromagnetic talisman—the one he'd secretly copied last week using the group's nanoprinter.

When the blue light and the golden light intertwined into a net, the finger bones suddenly uttered Chen Xuanfeng's hoarse laughter: "Doctor Luo, guess who is feeding the twins at night now?"

When I heard Chen Xuanfeng's wild laughter, I thought to myself that something was wrong. After urging Huang Junze to leave, I immediately rushed to the hospital.

At three in the morning, a shrill alarm sounded in the hospital corridor.

I rushed into the special ward holding the still warm finger bones and saw mandala patterns floating in the pupils of the nurse on duty.

The restraints of the six SWAT officers snapped simultaneously, and the brain-computer interfaces behind their necks flashed the scarlet logo of the Apocalypse Group. As the oldest captain lunged forward, I recognized the amulet pinned to his combat uniform—it was the "amulet" the nanny had mentioned finding in the baby's room yesterday.

"Mom...Mom..." Yining's crying voice suddenly exploded through the ward radio.

Jing Shuo and Yining both started calling “Mom…Mom…” unconsciously when they were eight months old. They are considered to be relatively early children.

I threw out a golden needle and nailed the mutant special police's Baihui acupoint, and used the scalpel I took from the nurse's station and dipped it in realgar wine to cut open the captain's skin.

The nano-insects swimming in the black mucus are exactly the same as the cleaning modules used by Qianyuan Group's medical robots.

Huang Junze's video request popped up at this moment, and the Lingshan Temple mural behind him was oozing blood: "The Beidou heart-protecting mirrors on the children are broken, and Master Wuming said he would take three strands of your white hair..." Before he finished speaking, the finger bones in my middle finger suddenly exploded into the shadow of Chen Xuanfeng, and his broken right hand was holding Jing Shuo's silver bracelet.

"My three strands of white hair? I don't have a single white hair on my head now!" I subconsciously raised my hand to touch my bun, but my fingertips felt something cold - I didn't know when, three strands of silver silk were wrapped around my chest, shining strangely under the light.

Huang Junze's projection suddenly distorted, and the blood beads seeping from the mural behind him condensed into a hexagram in the air: "Luoshu, look at your shadow!" I turned and looked at the mirror on the wall. The me in the mirror had a head full of silver hair, and there were faint tingling sensations on my back.

I quickly pulled off three silver threads and threw them into the air. They automatically wove into a miniature swaddling shape in the air, tightly binding Chen Xuanfeng's shadow.

The moment the silver thread touched the shadow, I felt a sudden sharp pain in my temple, and the memories of the ward came flooding back like a tide—

"Doctor Luo, this is the hair from your twins, a boy and a girl." The nurse in my memory smiled and handed over a pair of crystal boxes. At that moment, the hair in the blue crystal box was vibrating violently at the other end of the dissection table. The fingerprints on the box lid matched those on the night nurse's body.

"Mom...Mom..." Yining's crying voice suddenly echoed in the laboratory, sharp and urgent, as if carrying endless fear.