The Great Doctor Girl

I pricked up my ears to listen, but I heard nothing more! It was as if what I just heard was an illusion.

At the same time, the Bianstone bracelet on my wrist shattered without any warning. The crisp sound was particularly harsh in the silent space, and the broken stones splashed like meteors.

One of the fragments, with a sharp edge, scratched my cheek, and a sharp yet slight stinging pain instantly hit me. Warm blood slowly slid down my cheek and dripped onto the ground, forming a strange blood flower.

I gasped in pain and subconsciously covered my cheeks with my hands. My fingertips touched the shallow scratch, and the sticky touch made me feel a little uneasy.

In a panic, I subconsciously looked at the mirror beside me. At that moment, a lifelike white tiger totem appeared in the corner of my eye in the mirror. It was looming, with a mysterious white halo surrounding it, as if it was given life. Every hair was clearly visible, and it looked so majestic that it seemed as if it would break out of the skin in the next second.

The white tiger's eyes flashed with a sharp light as it stared straight at me. The powerful sense of oppression made me shiver.

As a descendant of Yi medicine, I am well aware that this is a unique sign that the right white tiger bloodline is about to awaken, but this sudden situation made my mind go blank for a moment, and I was at a loss.

I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down. Suddenly, the bottle of Luo's exclusive ointment appeared in my mind.

This ointment is a secret treasure that I independently developed with countless efforts based on the ancient Chinese medical books passed down by Mr. Ping and combined with modern medical technology. It has magical healing effects.

I quickly took out the ointment from my pocket and gently unscrewed the lid. A fresh herbal aroma filled my nose. The familiar smell calmed my originally panicked heart a little.

I dipped my fingers in some ointment and carefully applied it to the wound on my cheek. The moment the ointment touched my skin, a cool feeling spread and the stinging sensation was relieved a lot.

While applying the ointment, I stared at myself in the mirror nervously, praying silently in my heart that all these strange phenomena would end as soon as possible.

As the ointment was applied, the bleeding from the wound gradually stopped, and the pain subsided. Meanwhile, the once majestic white tiger totem began to fade. The white halo surrounding it gradually dissipated, and the tiger's outline became blurred. Soon, the white tiger completely vanished from my sight, as if what I had just seen had never occurred.

All that was left in the mirror was my slightly pale face and the shallow scratch that was gradually healing.

I just breathed a sigh of relief, and before I could gather my thoughts, Huang Junze's shadow suddenly flickered. Behind him, the sound of the bells from Lingshan Temple drifted in, seemingly piercing the boundaries of time and space. "Luoshu, what's wrong with you?" His voice was filled with worry.

I was slightly stunned, then I remembered that I was still on a video call with him, and replied calmly, "It's okay, just continue talking!" I faced the camera again and tried to make my expression look calmer.

Huang Junze frowned, as if noticing something strange about me, but he didn't ask any further questions. He continued, "This Beidou Heart-Protecting Mirror was forged by Master Wuming, who collected the spiritual power of the thousand-year-old Bodhi tree in Lingshan Temple and infused it with the blessings of generations of eminent monks from the temple. The children already have a special connection with this heart-protecting mirror. Now that the mirror is broken, the children may be in great danger. Your white hair carries a unique spiritual power, a mysterious power inherited from the Yi medicine tradition. Perhaps it can help resolve this crisis."

I nodded slightly, with determination in my eyes: "I know, you just need to leave the two children to Master Wuming. With the blessing of the Yiyi tradition, they will be fine..." I told him without a doubt, as if saying this could give myself and him a reassurance.

Before I could finish my words, the insect chip in my hand suddenly exploded without any warning, and the black mucus surged and twisted in the air like a surging ink wave. In the blink of an eye, it condensed into a lifelike 3D model of the Luo family ancestral hall.

The model exudes a deep dark light, and every detail of the Luo family ancestral hall is clearly visible, including the carvings on the eaves and the mottled walls, as if the real ancestral hall has been miniaturized here in a mysterious way.

I was filled with shock, my hands were shaking slightly unconsciously, and my mind was racing, wondering what the connection was between this strange phenomenon and this incident.

As the model slowly rotated and stopped at the dark room of Luo Temple, a strange light suddenly lit up, as if a crack in time was torn open.

Immediately afterwards, a familiar spiritual power fluctuation came, and a tragic picture came to me like a tide - twenty-three years ago, the Luo family ancestral hall was engulfed in a sea of ​​fire, the raging flames devoured everything with their fangs and claws, and the billowing smoke covered the sky.

Amidst the chaos and despair, I saw my mother's lonely and desperate figure, her hair flying wildly in the wind, her face full of pain and determination.

What she held tightly in her hand wasn't my swaddling clothes, but a bronze mirror engraved with the Big Dipper. In the firelight, the mirror shone with a mysterious light, as if telling the secrets of the Yi-Yi tradition.

Seeing my mother's despair in the sea of ​​fire, my eyes instantly blurred with tears, and endless pain and hatred surged in my heart. Just as I was immersed in this grief, unable to extricate myself, the spiritual power fluctuations changed again, and the scene suddenly shifted to the Luo family's living room.

The hall was festooned with lights and bustling with activity. This was the scene of Huang Junze and I's engagement. I, barely two years old, stood before the crowd in exquisite attire, a look of curiosity and shyness in my eyes.

The scene shifted again, and in the corner of the crowd, a boy a few years younger was staring intently at Huang Junze, his eyes revealing a depth and persistence that belied his age. I had never seen this in real life.

Before I could even consider it, the spiritual energy surged into chaos again, and the scene shifted, returning me to the blaze. My mother's silhouette grew increasingly blurred in the flames, and her cries seemed to travel through time and space, drilling straight into my ears: "Luo Shu... Luo Shu..." Until her final breath.

At that moment, the morning light quietly penetrated the explosion-proof glass, casting tiny golden rays onto the lab table, bathing the entire space in a warm, sacred glow. I finally came to my senses, still clutching the Gu worm chip I'd extracted from the SWAT officer's body. Under the soft, bright light of the disinfection lamp, the patterns on the Gu worm chip began to shimmer and transform, as if infused with life.

After a while, the panoramic view of the Luo Family Ancestral Hall's miniature carvings gradually emerged. Every flying eaves and brackets, every brick, stone, and tile were as clear as if they were right in front of them.

As I gazed at this panoramic miniature sculpture, a strong premonition welled up in my heart. The various images in this fantasy world were definitely not accidental.

There must be some close connection between my mother's despair in the sea of ​​fire, my childhood engagement with Huang Junze, and Huang Junhao's meaningful look.

Huang Junhao will do anything to achieve his goals, and his conspiracy may have been planned many years ago.

Suddenly, an eerie atmosphere filled the air, and the night nurse's body suddenly twitched and crawled up. Her broken fingertips drew bloody hexagrams on the ground - these were the due dates of my two unborn children when I was pregnant.

As a descendant of Yi medicine, I have some understanding of the hexagrams, but this sudden scene still shocked me.

I stared at the bloody hexagram, my heart pounding like thunder, my mind a chaotic jumble of thoughts. The mysterious connection between this hexagram and my unborn child's due date enveloped me like a fog.

With trembling hands, I wanted to touch the strange bloodstain, trying to find a clue from it, but as soon as I raised my hand, a severe dizziness came over me, and I almost lost my balance.

Just when I was shocked and at a loss as to what to do by this strange hexagram, a burst of hurried footsteps came from the end of the corridor, followed by the sharp alarm of the instrument, which instantly broke the dead silence.

"The patient's temperature is 41°C and continues to rise!" The nurse's exclamation mixed with the sound of instrument alarms echoed throughout the corridor.

I suddenly came to my senses and had an ominous premonition in my heart. Without time to think about the strange connection between the hexagram and the due date, I rushed towards the direction where the sound came from.

The moment I rushed into the ward, the scene in front of me made me gasp. The six special police officers who participated in the arrest last night were tied to the bed with restraints. Their bodies seemed to be torn by an invisible force, twisting and struggling violently.

Vine-like black lines protruded from under the exposed skin, as if countless black worms were wriggling under the skin, and the whites of their eyes were completely swallowed by blood, and the bloodshot eyes revealed endless madness and pain.

The attending physician frowned as he watched the detector scan across one of the people's necks. A bright red "ERROR" popped up on the screen: "It's not poisoning... their DNA is recombinating... and this is beyond the scope of our conventional medicine..." The doctor's words made my heart tighten, and I became more certain of the secret behind all this.

The doctor continued speaking when the special officer in the outermost bed suddenly snapped his belt. His nails grew into sharp blades, and he let out an inhuman roar toward the rising sun outside the window. Twelve crows in the sycamore tree outside the window turned their heads in unison to look at us, their crimson eyes etched with the same mandala pattern.

"It seems that the means behind this are far more than just controlling robots. Our AI was used and triggered a series of terrible chain reactions." In the office, Huang Junze remained calm and strong after receiving the news, but I could see a hint of worry in his eyes.

"This is the stock market opening data from this morning." Special Assistant Zhuo Kai pushed the tablet across the conference table. On the holographic projection, a blue curve representing Qianyuan Group was plummeting. "Our competitor, Tianqi Group, announced half an hour ago that they would install a 'firewall to exorcise evil spirits' for free to all users who purchased combat AI. This is incredibly strange. It's as if they knew this would happen. Perhaps they're involved in this conspiracy."

I picked up the Global Science and Technology News on my desk. The front-page photo was of the laboratory explosion. The charred Mandala chip was deliberately saturated, accompanied by a sensational expert commentary: "When artificial intelligence encounters the poison of Xiangxi Gu, where does modern civilization go?" However, how could these so-called experts know that hidden behind this was a thousand-year-old secret passed down through the Yi medicine tradition?

When the live broadcast of the press conference that morning froze on the projection screen, the ceramic teacup in Huang Junze's hand cracked into spider-web-like fine lines.

In the camera, his face, with its blue eyes, was photoshopped to a pale green, with a blood-red headline hovering above his head: "AI Kills Its Master? Qianyuan Group's Combat Robot Suspected of Being Controlled by a Cult."