The Great Doctor Girl

After experiencing the thrilling life-and-death battle in the Alps, everything finally came to an end. We set off on our return journey. When we arrived back in Ancheng, it was already past midnight and the night was quietly falling. When we stepped into the Huang family's old house, a familiar scent hit us in the face. It was the smell of years, mixed with the unique wood fragrance and the smell of fireworks of the old house.

Grandpa Huang had been waiting at the door for a long time. His figure was stretched out in the dim light, revealing endless concern.

Seeing us safely back, his face, etched with traces of time, broke into a relieved smile, his eyes slightly reddened with the joy of reuniting after so many trials and tribulations. He held our hands tightly, repeating, "It's good to be back, it's good to be safe..." His warm, yet rough, palms conveyed the elder's deep concern for the younger generation.

However, Huang Junze's body had suffered significant damage from being trapped in the quantum chamber for so long. His face was as pale as paper, his figure increasingly emaciated, and every step he took seemed to exhaust all his strength. His steps were weak, and he would gasp for breath after every few steps, his chest heaving violently.

The night flowed quietly into the house like water, enveloping us in a familiar gentleness. I gently took Huang Junze's hand. His palm was dry and cold, trembling slightly, with an unconcealable weakness. I knew his old splitting headache had come back. His brow furrowed slightly, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. My heartache instantly overwhelmed me like a tide.

"Honey, do you miss me?" Huang Junze leaned against the headboard, his voice sounding tired, yet he was afraid I'd worry. He still managed to raise an eyebrow, a glint of his usual cunning in his eyes, but his pale face made this effortless gesture seem forced.

My eyes welled up and I scolded him, "It's already this time, and you're still talking nonsense. I miss you so much!" Before I finished speaking, I couldn't wait to kiss him on the lips, pouring out my thoughts and concerns that had accumulated for a long time, as if this could pass all my strength to him.

The warm breath he exhaled gently brushed past my ear, tickling my heartstrings. "Luo Shu, I..." His voice was low and hoarse, like a gentle hook, making my heart tremble.

My cheeks flushed, but I mustered up the courage to lean over to his ear and whisper, "I'm here today to let you know what it means for Luoshu to be above and Junze to be below..." After I finished speaking, I didn't care about the burning temperature on my face. I just wanted to give my all and make him get better soon.

"No matter how many dangers I go through, as long as I think of you, I have the courage to come back." Huang Junze suddenly said these affectionate words seriously.

As our bodies pressed together, becoming one, the surging energy within me seemed to find an outlet, flowing into Huang Junze's body like a rapid current. In that moment of connection, time seemed to rewind, and I recalled the thrill of our first union. Back then, Chen Feng's disciple had cast the Double Yang Locking Curse on me. I'd thought it would be a calamity, but it unexpectedly connected us physically and mentally. The Double Yang Locking Curse finally opened the door to my marriage and spiritual practice like a key.

At this moment, in the fusion of love and spiritual energy, we felt each other's heartbeat and soul. I mobilized the spiritual energy within me and slowly transferred it into his body. Like a trickle of spiritual energy, it flowed through his body, and his originally pale complexion, nourished by my spiritual energy, gradually regained a slight rosy complexion. His breathing gradually became steady, and the frown relaxed. I knew I was his medicine.

The next day, the family sat together and enjoyed a reunion dinner that they hadn't had for a long time. The table was filled with rich dishes, steaming hot and fragrant.

Grandpa Huang specifically asked Aunt Chen to prepare Huang Junze's favorite sweet and sour pork ribs and my favorite steamed sea bass. Everyone laughed and chatted, their laughter echoing in every corner of the old house, and everyone's face was filled with happiness. However, this warm moment did not last long.

Over the past few days, I've noticed that Grandpa Huang would occasionally rub his chest gently while eating, and a subtle flash of pain would cross his face, but he would quickly return to normal. I thought it was just a minor ailment and didn't pay much attention to it. A few days later, that peace was completely shattered. That morning, Grandpa Huang suddenly fainted in the yard. His condition was critical, so he was rushed to the hospital and directly admitted to the ICU. This sudden change made me instantly alert, and an ominous premonition surged over my heart like a dark cloud. I hurried to the hospital and looked through the glass of the ICU at Grandpa Huang lying unconscious on the bed. His face was gray and bloodless. Various instrument lines were connected to him, making a regular dripping sound. My heart was in a knot, and I was filled with worry.

After leaving the hospital, I returned to the clinic, filled with anxiety. I initially planned to brew a cup of tea to calm my nerves. Sitting at the tea table, I picked up a tea needle and pried open the cotton paper of my aged Pu'er tea. Suddenly, a wisp of dark gray smoke, carrying a faint aroma of tea, slowly condensed in the air into the shape of a Vermilion Bird with outstretched wings, its eyes flickering with an eerie red light. My hand, gripping my mother's purple clay teapot, trembled violently. Scalding water poured onto the bamboo slips of the Yellow Emperor's Classic of Internal Medicine on the tea tray. In the rising mist, a dense web of scarlet incantations emerged. The words twisted and wriggled as if alive, emitting a faint scent of blood.

"Mom..." Yining's childish voice came, and she suddenly grabbed the hem of my cheongsam, her eyes full of fear and confusion.

I followed her gaze and saw that the star marrow on her birthmark was resonating strongly with the third compartment of the tea cabinet, where half of a blood-stained Vermillion Bird Feather was hidden. At this moment, it was emitting a strange light that flickered, sometimes strong and sometimes weak.

Before I could recover from this strange scene, Xia Ruoxi hurried in, looking anxious, with beads of sweat on her forehead and even her collar buttoned: "Master, there is a patient with ALS in critical condition who requires your treatment." I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down, temporarily putting aside the doubts in my heart, and walked quickly to the clinic.

In the clinic, 28-year-old programmer Lin Chen's face was as pale as wax, lifeless, his lips chapped, and his skin a sickly gray. His body was covered in gold needles, each tipped with a talisman bird folded from the Qianjin Prescriptions. Faint light flickered and danced on the needle tips, as if ready to go out at any moment. I focused on the acupuncture. As I placed a needle in his Tiantu acupoint, the crabapple blossoms outside the window suddenly rustled, a rapid and chaotic sound, as if manipulated by an invisible force.

"Doctor Luo, my finger..." Lin Chen suddenly widened his eyes. The fingertips that were originally unable to lift up actually drew a strange trajectory on the meridian map. Looking closely, it was the route map of the secret passage of the Great Zhou Palace.

At that moment, the petals of the crabapple blossoms by the window of the medical clinic I moved from home last year pierced through the glass like sharp blades. With a few "bangs," a man's face quickly formed on Lin Chen's forehead. This face bore a striking resemblance to my husband, Huang Junze. Startled, I subconsciously took a step back, my hand unconsciously pressing against the tea needle on the table. "Sister, do you remember where the Seven-Step Resurrection Herb you used to save Xiao Heng grew?" A disembodied, yet somewhat mournful, voice rang out. With each word, Lin Chen's electromyogram (EMG) emitted dazzling sparks, and the monitoring equipment issued sharp alarms, as if warning of an impending crisis.

My face darkened, and I inserted the tea needle into her Baihui acupoint with my backhand, and said in a cold voice: "Su Jingyan? You haven't spoken for such a long time. I thought you were practicing well. Why are you doing evil again?" I could tell that it was the voice of Su Jingyan attached to Haitanghua, and I asked angrily.

"Hmph, sister, your cultivation is too slow!" She changed her previous gentle tone.

"I don't care what your purpose is, don't try to use innocent people to achieve your evil intentions!" I'm too lazy to talk to such an unrepentant person.

"Sister, is this the Seven-Step Resurrection Grass you used to save Xiao Heng back then?" She mentioned Xiao Heng again.

"Xiao Heng? Who is he? Su Jingyan, why do you even want to parasitize the synapses of ALS patients?" I didn't care who Xiao Heng was to her. As soon as I finished speaking, the silver needle suddenly bent into the shape of a hexagram asking for divination, showing a very bad omen.

"Sister, it's so hard to be a good person!" She sighed, her voice full of helplessness and sadness, as if carrying endless grievances.

"If you don't cultivate yourself well so that your soul can have a home, are you going to be a lonely ghost forever and never be reborn?" I tried to persuade her, my eyes fixed on the crabapple flower that was shimmering with a faint light.

The door to the clinic was flung open, and a chill washed over me, causing the candlelight inside to flicker violently, with tears falling down. My conversation with Su Jingyan was cut short by this sudden change.

Huang Junze walked in, his suit still stained with the distinct ICU disinfectant. His eyes were filled with fatigue and anxiety, his eye sockets slightly darkened, his hair a bit disheveled. He removed his wedding ring and placed it on the acupuncture model. The ring instantly projected a holographic image, showing an elderly man lying in a hospital bed, painstakingly drawing talismans with a ventilator mask. Each stroke seemed incredibly laborious. The electrocardiogram on the monitor was an inverted River Chart, exuding an endless sense of strangeness.

"Grandpa wants to see you." Huang Junze's voice was hoarse and a little tired. "He set up the life-preserving Bagua formation you used before on the hospital bed. After the nurse took it away, the obsidian recovered on its own." I was shocked and didn't have time to think about it. I hurried to the hospital with Huang Junze.

The atmosphere in the intensive care unit was suffocating, as if an invisible hand were gripping the throat. The air was thick with disinfectant and the scent of death, sending chills down my spine. In just a few days, the old man's once rosy complexion had turned gray. His now withered fingers suddenly grasped the Star Marrow bracelet on my wrist with astonishing force, as if grasping at a last straw. His nails turned white. The monitor chirped shrilly, and the blood pressure readings reflected on the glass, a three-dimensional projection of a bronze box. The gluttonous patterns on the box were frantically devouring Su Jingyan's birth date and time, as if to completely erase everything about her.

"The baby girl Su Junsheng brought back then..." The old man spoke with difficulty, blood foam flowing from his throat. The blood foam condensed into a hexagram on the breathing mask, "The umbilical cord blood is..."

"Grandpa, you must hold on. I will definitely solve all the mysteries and won't let anything happen to you!"