The Great Doctor Girl

The thought flashed through my mind like a sharp lightning, at lightning speed: "It seems that all this was already part of my mother's ingenious plan." A feeling of sudden enlightenment spread in my heart, mixed with admiration for my mother's foresight.

When the countdown that Huang Junhao carefully set reached zero, time seemed to freeze.

Bixuan's expression was resolute, and without hesitation, she slashed through the ancient seal of the Black Tortoise Armor. In an instant, the thousand-year-old Fuxi Qin Manual, as if summoned by some mysterious force, surged forth from the depths of the earth's veins.

Looking closely, the strings were actually carefully woven from a map of the twelve meridians, and each texture seemed to be telling an ancient and mysterious story.

"This is my mother's final trump card." I suppressed my excitement and nervousness, pressing down my right hand, which was trembling with excitement. The white tiger pattern on the zither's body and the lotus mark on my lower back resonated intensely, like long-lost companions. "Use medicine as strings, blood as music, but it requires..." My voice trembled slightly with nervousness and anticipation.

"The children's brain waves serve as piano keys." Qingyao reacted extremely quickly and immediately inserted the jade hairpin into the ground. The originally protective Qinglong Formation instantly transformed into a powerful frequency converter.

"The biological antennas in their hair are now our best weapons to turn the tide of the battle." Qingyao added, her eyes revealing determination and expectation.

I took a deep breath, calmed myself, and slowly stroked the strings made of the essence of hundreds of herbs with my ten fingers.

At this moment, all the electronic equipment in the clinic seemed to feel a powerful pressure and emitted a creepy scream.

The blood chip that Jing Shuo spat out seemed to be pulled by some mysterious force, and suddenly floated on the five notes of Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng, and Yu, playing the requiem that his mother sang before her death:

Who planted the poison?

But it is the poison of my life,

Love in the previous life, gamble in this life,

Floating up and down in the whirlpool of memories.

Time carves the lines of love like a knife,

Fate plays tricks on people but can't cut off the thousands of threads of love.

Every struggle is a confession of the soul,

This entanglement is a special gift of life.

Look at the long river of life rushing countless times,

How many encounters and separations are like morning dew and evening sunset,

Our story is full of pain,

But it is also a unique puzzle of life.

When the soul looks back at the end of time,

This love will be a shining beam,

Even if you go through a thousand hardships,

It is also the deepest warmth of life.

……

The sound of the piano was like a lively elf, leaping and flying through the air. The moment it touched the core of the insect, the entire tea space seemed to be pulled by an invisible giant hand, falling into the bottomless quantum abyss.

The scene before my eyes became distorted and fantastical. I saw Huang Junhao's laboratory split into ninety-nine copies like flowers in a parallel time and space. The life data of children of different ages were clearly displayed on each operating table. Those jumping numbers seemed to be the countdown of the children's fate.

"Now!" Bixuan's voice was particularly clear in the chaos. She accurately embedded the basalt armor piece into the tail of the piano.

At this moment, countless pairs of hands emitting a faint tea fragrance suddenly stretched out from the cracks in time and space. The owners of those hands seemed to have the tenderness and strength of a mother. They pressed the piano keys at the same time and played a requiem that spanned twenty years.

Each note is like a tranquilizer, soothing our tense nerves, and also like a sharp blade, stabbing at the camp of poisonous insects.

Yining's golden pupils suddenly flashed with a strange light, reflecting the scene under the tea space - the quantum computer in his mother's laboratory was tirelessly and automatically deciphering the Taotie chip.

As the progress bar advanced bit by bit, when the 999th firewall was successfully breached, we finally saw the shocking truth engraved on the core of the chip: it was the double helix structure of Huang Junze and my DNA, like two mysterious giant pythons entwined with each other, surrounded by the sealed totems of the four ancient ferocious beasts.

These mysterious patterns seem to be telling a long-buried secret.

"So we are..." My voice stopped abruptly, and the piano music also stopped abruptly.

At this moment, Huang Junhao's disgusting laughter came from the void: "Sister-in-law, you finally understand? The genetic chain between you and your wife is the best incubator for poisonous insects." His voice was full of sarcasm and complacency, like a sharp knife, piercing my heart.

The blood-red lotus seemed to sense my anger and unwillingness, and suddenly burst out with dazzling light. The shadow of Huang Junze slowly emerged in the center of the lotus.

The wedding ring on his ring finger was gradually melting away, revealing the micro-reactor hidden inside - that was the real mother insect's nest. This discovery made our situation even more critical.

"Keep playing!" Qingyao shouted anxiously, simultaneously infusing the instrument with all her dragon soul. "Use the Fuxi Qin to rewrite your genetic code!" I gritted my teeth, ignoring the bloodied flesh of my fingers, and plucking the strings once more. I watched my DNA engage in a fierce quantum battle with the Gu worm. Each note was like a powerful artillery shell, rewriting the code of life; each melody was like an invisible hand, reshaping the balance of yin and yang.

When the last note of the piano magically resonated with the morning bell of Lingshan Temple, the whole world seemed to be quiet.

Immediately afterwards, the poisonous insects in the children's bodies suddenly underwent strange changes and began to crystallize.

Bixuan, quick-witted and swift-handed, quickly raised her basalt armor to catch the falling crystal, which contained 93% of Huang Junhao's consciousness. Meanwhile, Morse code emanating from the depths of the tea space continuously injected the God-Slaying Formation program left by her mother into our spacetime...

With 93% of Huang Junhao's consciousness successfully sealed, the entire tea space fell into a brief silence. Only the lingering sound of the morning bell of Lingshan Temple was still echoing in the air, as if telling the aftermath of this thrilling battle.

However, this moment of tranquility did not last long. A sharp and piercing alarm suddenly sounded, like a sharp blade, instantly breaking this hard-earned peace.

"Not good! Huang Junhao's remaining forces are counterattacking!" Bixuan's expression was solemn, staring intently at the hexagrams that kept flashing on the Xuanwu Armor. In the hexagrams, countless red dots of light were rapidly approaching the tea space like a surging tide.

They were Huang Junhao's minions. They had learned of Huang Junhao's failure and were trying to take back the sealed consciousness and launch a final crazy counterattack.

"We can't let them succeed!" I gritted my teeth, endured the severe pain from my ten fingers, and once again mobilized the power of the blood-red lotus in my body.

At this time, the lotus has dimmed a lot, like a tired warrior, but it still stubbornly releases energy, providing me with the last support.

Qingyao also acted quickly. She muttered something and danced her hands quickly, injecting all the dragon soul into the body of the zither, making the power of the Fuxi zither even stronger.

In their crib nearby, Jing Shuo and Yining, both less than a year old, were startled awake by the alarm. Jing Shuo waved his tiny hands and babbled, his voice filled with boundless courage, as if cheering us on. Yining's large, watery eyes, sparkling with curiosity and anxiety, clutched his swaddling clothes tightly, as if clinging to a glimmer of security. Although they didn't understand what was happening, they seemed acutely aware of the tense atmosphere around them.

The enemy's attack came like a violent storm, a torrent of countless metallic insects covering the sky and threatening to surge towards the tea space. These insects were even more ferocious and terrifying than those encountered before. Their shells gleamed with a cold metallic sheen, like a layer of indestructible armor; their sharp mouthparts dripped with deadly venom, each drop like a bomb ready to explode at any moment.

I immediately unleashed the power of the Four Symbols Soul-Calming Needles. The Azure Dragon Wood Needle, carrying the vigorous force of spring's rebirth, flew out first, like a nimble dragon, drawing vitality from the liver meridian and slowly infusing it into the child's body. The Black Tortoise Water Needle, like a steady giant turtle, guarded the vital energy of the kidney meridian. The energy within the needle, like a deep ocean, solidified the child's foundation. The White Tiger Gold Needle, like a ferocious white tiger, flashed with a cold light, cutting off the Gu worm's retreat. The Vermillion Bird Fire Needle, formed from the fusion of my blood essence and lotus energy, carried a blazing heat, like a phoenix rising from the flames, completely annihilating the Gu worm's remaining power. The Four Symbols Soul-Calming Needles flew out simultaneously, forming a solid defensive barrier around the tea space.

The Gu worm and the Four Symbols Soul-Calming Needle collided with each other, emitting a deafening, piercing sound. Each collision sent a powerful shock through my body, as if struck by a sledgehammer, but I gritted my teeth, with only one conviction in my heart: I must not allow even the slightest flaw in my defense.

Qingyao played a strange melody with the Fuxi Qin. The sound of the qin was like invisible silk threads, transforming into invisible forces that interfered with the movements of the poisonous insects and plunged them into a brief chaos.

However, the enemy's offensive became more and more fierce, like a surging tide, wave after wave, and the power of the Four Symbols Soul-Calming Needle gradually became unstoppable.

At that moment, something magical happened. Yining stared at the poisonous insects, mumbling "Ma... Ma... Ma..." Suddenly, a faint golden halo enveloped her tiny body, like a sacred shield, instinctively warding off danger. Not to be outdone, Jing Ruo pushed vigorously, his face flushing crimson, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, as if trying to share the pressure with us.

"Do these children have special abilities?" Bixuan exclaimed in surprise, her eyes full of shock and confusion.

My heart moved, and I realized that this might be another key backup plan left by my mother.

Perhaps when I was pregnant, my mother had already anticipated today's crisis, so she planted the seeds of this mysterious power in her children's blood, waiting for them to take root and sprout at the critical moment.

Inspired by the children, our confidence grew greatly.

Bixuan brought the power of the Black Tortoise Armor to its fullest. She concentrated her attention and used the power of the hexagrams to constantly look for the enemy's weaknesses. Every time she found a flaw, it was like discovering a treasure, and then she would launch a fatal counterattack.