The Great Doctor Girl

This number witnesses the growth of children and foreshadows an unknown fate.

But what exactly is this mysterious astral marrow? What secrets will the inverted Guanyin reveal in the pagoda forest at midnight on the winter solstice? Everything remains unknown, waiting to be uncovered.

All the answers are hidden in the busy daily life, and time quietly comes to the eve of the winter solstice.

The smart incense burner co-branded with the Palace Museum slowly emits wisps of green smoke, which winds and swirls in the air like a lively silk ribbon, carrying a bit of ancient charm and mystery.

The incense burner, painted with exquisite auspicious patterns from the Forbidden City, exudes a unique charm thanks to the enhancement of modern technology. Without warning, Yining's tear crystal suddenly levitated, slowly transforming into an eight-diagram compass in mid-air. The crystal-clear tear crystal shimmered with a strange light, each ray seeming to contain the mysteries of the universe.

Jing Shuo lay on the astrological table, his tiger-toe shoes happily spewing stardust. Like dazzling meteors, these stardusts danced across the AR-projected Ziwei Fate Chart, soon leaving scorch marks that resembled a golden section curve (curvature value 1.618). This mysterious curve seemed like the scale of fate, foreshadowing the coming changes.

I was concentrating on the Patek Philippe starry sky watch given to me by Huang Junze. Suddenly, the watch vibrated violently and the message that popped up on the dial made my heart sink.

Huang Junze had hurried to Switzerland to address a competitive crisis facing his company. Competitors were colluding to suppress the company's stock price, putting its capital chain at risk. Meanwhile, the dial indicated that the quantum radiation level in the Swiss Jade Purifier had exceeded safety thresholds, with its K-line chart strangely overlapping with the radiation waveform. What secret lay behind this?

I frowned, clenched my hands unconsciously, and was filled with worry. How was Huang Junze doing now? Could he resolve this crisis?

"Master! The ginkgo trees from Lingshan Temple..." Xin Xin rushed in, her traditional Chinese clothing fluttering in the breeze. The flexible screen on her belt was rapidly switching to Shennong's Herbal Classic protection mode, its flickering screen adding a touch of mystery to the tense atmosphere. Before she could steady herself, she shook off the amber-like ginkgo leaves that covered her collar, her voice filled with barely concealed panic: "Every leaf vein is embedded with Yining's DNA from three years ago!"

I instantly recalled that three years ago, when Huang Junze was escorting Yining to Lingshan Temple to remove the poison from her body, he accidentally scratched his palm, and blood dripped onto the roots of the thousand-year-old ginkgo tree. I didn't expect that this would become a foreshadowing of today's strange phenomenon.

Upon hearing the voice, Zhen Lingyue pushed his pair of AR glasses co-branded with the Palace Museum. The exquisite reliefs of the twenty-eight constellations on the temples reflected the holographic annotations of "Lingshu" under the refraction of light. He stared at the device in his hand with a serious expression and said, "Tallin is undergoing four-dimensional folding." Everyone hurried to the side of the surveillance screen, only to see that the jade bottle in the hand of the reclining Guanyin slowly seeped out star marrow. The star marrow was like a lively silk thread, and after falling to the ground, it condensed into Jing Shuo's current palm print.

But what was even more creepy was that the palm print was slowly turning into Yining's fingerprint at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if time and space had begun a mysterious exchange at this moment.

Qingyao raised her wrist, and her Qinglong bracelet suddenly showed an ancient Taotie pattern. The built-in AI mechanically broadcast in ancient oracle bone script: "Klein bottle structure confirmed, space-time loop coefficient π." Hearing this, everyone's faces turned pale in an instant. This cold voice was like a heavy hammer, knocking on everyone's heart.

Upon seeing this, Bixuan threw out the basalt armor engraved with Einstein's formula without hesitation. The basalt armor spun and danced in the air, making a buzzing sound. The hexagram showed "Gu changed to Xun", which exactly corresponded to the star marrow light spot in Yining's birthmark that was swimming like an elf.

I thought to myself that the radiation from the Jade Purifier Bottle, the strange phenomena happening to the children, and the mysterious hexagrams that kept pointing to each other must be closely connected, but we haven't found the key to solving the mystery yet.

"So-called cause and effect," I took a deep breath, trying to suppress the runaway horoscope projection, trying to restore order to this chaos, "is nothing more than the universe's pulse disorder after taking the decoction."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Four Symbols Needle seemed to be driven by some mysterious force and automatically pierced into Jing Shuo's Zusanli acupoint. A striking golden warning instantly popped up on the display screen: Möbius strip magnetic field confirmed!

This discovery made us realize that children's bodies have long been closely connected with this mysterious power, and we are stepping step by step into a bottomless mystery.

The moment the Four Symbols Needle was slowly inserted into the Jade Purifying Bottle, the entire world seemed to have been reset. The entire Lingshan Temple began to quantize, and like a scroll, three layers of time and space unfolded:

Winter of 1994: A bitterly cold wind stung the young Huang Junze in a dark, damp cave, coughing up blood, his face pale as a sheet. His master, his expression focused and determined, the bronze needle in his hand gleaming with a cold light, carefully injected his star marrow into Huang Junze's spine, each movement carrying the hope of life.

Winter 2024: A blazing sun bathed the earth. My belly, in its third trimester, bulged upward, a strange vortex of nebulae slowly emerged from my abdomen, as if pregnant with the secrets of the universe. The ghost needles burned the pattern of the Big Dipper into my skin, the shimmering pattern a sign of a struggle against fate. I was filled with anxiety and anticipation, unsure of the future for this child, or where this vortex of fate would take us.

Spring of 2048: In the bright operating room, Jing Shuo, dressed in a white coat, had a complicated expression, his brows slightly furrowed, and a hint of struggle in his eyes. He slowly inserted the syringe into his neck. The operating table behind him was engraved with densely packed "regret medicine" formulas, and each character seemed to be telling of the regrets for the past and the unknown of the future.

"The anchor point is in the cave of Mount Paektu!" Qingyao suddenly exclaimed. The Immortal Binding Rope in her hand, as if summoned by some kind of force, suddenly revealed the coordinates inscribed in bronze. Yining's tear crystals exploded at that moment, transforming into countless nano-gold needles that flashed with a chilling light.

Jing Shuo bit his fingertip and painstakingly drew the ninth volume of "Tailu Yaolu" in the air with blood sand. The blurry pattern perfectly coincided with the laboratory coordinates left by his mother in the ashes. Could this be the guidance of fate?

As we were busy preparing our equipment, the atmosphere was so oppressive that it was suffocating.

At this moment, Jing Shuo suddenly seemed to remember something, and began to carefully draw a birthday cake on the ground with stardust. He shouted excitedly: "Sister, look!" Yining's originally nervous face instantly broke into a smile, and firefly-like star marrow light spots flew out of her birthmark, dancing in the air, bringing a touch of warmth to the depressing atmosphere.

Xin Xin's sweeping robot also joined in the fun and suddenly recited loudly: "Sijunzi Decoction is harmonious and righteous, with ginseng, astragalus, poria cocos and licorice as the ingredients..." The mechanical and rhythmic voice diluted the tense atmosphere and relaxed everyone's tense nerves a little.

Zhen Lingyue frowned and quickly called up the AR restoration of Einstein's manuscript. His fingers slid quickly across the virtual screen, trying to find the key to cracking it all: "The medicinal entangled state space where Mr. Huang is trapped requires..." His voice stopped abruptly, and his eyes were fixed on the screen, as if his soul was hooked by something.

Everyone subconsciously followed his gaze. For a moment, the entire space was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, with only the sound of heavy breathing coming one after another.

I don't know when my pregnancy test report appeared next to the laboratory coordinates, flickering and jumping. The tiny fetal image overlapped perfectly with the star marrow radiation map.

I stood there, my mind blank. My hand unconsciously touched my slightly bulging belly. I felt mixed emotions. The figure of Huang Junze kept flashing through my mind. He was still trapped in that mysterious and unknown space, and had no idea of ​​the existence of this little life.

Is the arrival of this child a gift from fate or a prelude to another storm?

As we nervously triggered the cave's mechanism, the inscription "Winter Solstice, Star Marrow Appears" slowly emerged from the stone wall. Could this be a fateful encounter destined years in advance? Yining's electronic copy of Materia Medica also suddenly displayed a strange mirror image: "When mother and child Gu exchange, yin and yang are reversed." These obscure words, like a fog in the darkness, further confused us.

"Be careful!" Jing Shuo suddenly shouted and pushed my sister away. I saw the stardust in his palm being sucked into my bulging belly by an invisible force, as if there was an endless abyss in my belly.

The cracks on Qingyao's Azure Dragon bracelet suddenly formed a Big Dipper formation, and the flashing lines pointed to the Swiss Stock Exchange. The short-selling data of Huang Junze Group actually formed a strange quantum entanglement with the star marrow radiation waves.

I was shocked. The conspiracy behind this seemed to be more complicated than we thought. Huang Junze’s company crisis, the space he was trapped in, and this series of mysterious phenomena were all intertwined. Was it a coincidence, or was it someone’s careful planning?

“When technology meets metaphysics,” Zhen Lingyue said as he wiped the quantum compass, which was shaped like the ancient Bagua and flickered with a mysterious light in his hand. “We are the emergency doctors of the universe.” At this moment, the Taotie pattern on the Qinglong bracelet also glowed, as if echoing his words, announcing that we are about to shoulder the heavy responsibility of saving the order of the universe.

Jing Shuo gently pushed the blood sand cake to his sister, with a trace of loneliness on his face, and whispered: "Time is like the medicine made by grandma. The more it is cooked, the more bitter it becomes, but it can't cure itself." These childish words contained endless vicissitudes and helplessness, as if he had foreseen the difficulties and obstacles in the future.

A long echo echoed from the depths of the cave, a voice that seemed to travel through time and space. "What we treat is never the disease," I gripped the Four Symbols Needle tightly, the cold touch instantly firming my conviction, "but the millions of 'what ifs' in the vast river of time and space."

In this mysterious cave, we know that a thrilling adventure has just begun, and I will become the key person to rewrite my destiny.