The Great Doctor Girl

Before Huang Junze could finish speaking, Yi Ning suddenly raised her wrist. A strange halo emanated from the lotus ring pattern on her wrist, and then, the mysterious projection of the Bronze Academy slowly emerged from it. In the projection, the core of the mysterious spiritual energy communication array for next month's competition flickered with dazzling light, completely overlapping with the key node of Star Marrow Ash in the mysterious space. This overlap seemed to be the thread of fate, connecting all the secrets and struggles together.

The laboratory, shrouded in night, was so quiet that the subtle hum of the instruments could be heard. Stardust Gray shimmered with an enigmatic light within the mysterious balance model, the light sometimes faint, sometimes dazzling, as if whispering untold secrets. Huang Junze gently stroked the children's heads; the dragon scale patterns on his body reflected the vast starry sky, like a flowing cosmic scroll. "When the sun rises tomorrow, we will face not only the mysteries of spiritual roots, but also the struggle for spiritual dominance across the entire world." His voice was deep and firm, as if conveying a mission to the children, or perhaps encouraging himself.

I gripped the still slightly trembling nine-petaled golden lotus tightly, gazing out the window towards Betelgeuse. Stardust refracted countless mystical lights and shadows within the enigmatic bottle, and a future Nuo-masked girl was raising a bronze sword at the other end of time and space, the tip pointing precisely in the direction of our impending mysterious journey. I took a deep breath, a firm belief rising within me: carrying the legacy of Yi medicine, we will surely overcome all obstacles.

The next morning, the first rays of sunlight gently streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Qian Yuan Group's medical laboratory, illuminating the workbench filled with sophisticated instruments. Yi Ning arrived at the lab early, her eyes sparkling as she stared intently at the complex gene map suspended in the air before her—a set of genetic data on a hereditary disease that had long troubled the research team.

She gently raised her small hand, the bronze lotus pattern on her wrist shimmering faintly in the morning light, like a mysterious spark being ignited. Suddenly, the gene chain on the atlas seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, slowly twisting and reorganizing. Ning's gaze became increasingly focused, the image of the twinkling stars from last night appearing in her mind, their trajectories gradually merging with the gene chain before her. "Found it!" she exclaimed excitedly, her voice echoing in the laboratory, "The key site of the disease-causing gene is right here, consistent with Antares' trajectory!" As she spoke, she pointed to a node on the gene chain, her eyes filled with the joy of discovering a secret.

Meanwhile, in the adjacent surgical simulation chamber, Jing Shuo was intently performing a highly complex simulated surgery. He wore a specially designed surgical gown, its dragon scale patterns subtly visible, like mysterious symbols hidden in the shadows. His hands steadily controlled the robotic arms, precisely extending nanoscale surgical forceps towards the simulated patient's nerve fibers. These nerve fibers were as thin as hair; the slightest mistake could lead to surgical failure. But Jing Shuo's gaze was firm and confident, as if all difficulties were insignificant before him.

He took a deep breath, and a faint electric current flickered on the dragon scale pattern, traveling along his arm to the robotic arm, providing more stable control over the surgical forceps. With the aid of this current, the forceps accurately reconnected the severed nerve fibers, completing this micrometer-level nerve reconnection surgery. Jing Shuo straightened up, removed his surgical gloves, and a slight smile played on his lips: "My sister's star chart can see through people's hearts, but my dragon scales can reshape bones and muscles—Dad's Qian Yuan Group will have to be split in two for inheritance sooner or later." His words carried a hint of teasing, yet also the unique confidence of a young man.

Around noon, the Huang family mansion was bustling with activity as servants went in and out, preparing for a special banquet—the Four Symbols Returning to Origin Banquet. Qingyao and Bixuan, as the successors of the Left Azure Dragon and the North Black Tortoise respectively, came to the banquet with their children. On the surface, it was a gathering of old friends, but in reality, it concealed a hidden agenda.

Qingyao, dressed in a long emerald green dress, resembled a fairy in the forest, her every step so light it seemed she could shatter the sunlight. She led her five-year-old daughter, Qingluan, through the gate. Qingluan, with two little braids, curiously surveyed her surroundings with her bright eyes, filled with wonder at everything. The azure dragon pendant around her neck emitted a soft glow, swaying gently with her movements, as if telling an ancient story.

Almost simultaneously, Bi Xuan arrived with her six-year-old son, Xuan Yi. Xuan Yi was dressed in a black martial arts outfit, with a Xuanwu jade pendant hanging at his waist, looking very heroic. His eyes revealed a composure beyond his years, and every movement was crisp and clean, as if he had undergone rigorous training.

After everyone settled into the living room and exchanged a few polite greetings, the conversation gradually turned to the children. The bronze lotus lamp in the center of the living room slowly lit up, projecting a star chart of the Twenty-Eight Mansions, adding a touch of mystery to the gathering. The flickering light and shimmering star chart seemed to transport everyone into a mysterious cosmic world.

Qingyao picked up her teacup, took a sip, and said with a smile, "Sister Luoshu, the renowned healer performed a cesarean section to save my mother and me. I must repay this life-saving grace—Qingluan's phoenix destiny perfectly matches Jingshuo's azure dragon constellation." Her voice was gentle, but her words carried an undeniable firmness, as if the marriage was already a done deal.

Bi Xuan gently stroked the strings, producing a clear and crisp sound, and responded unhurriedly: "Xuanwu governs water, nourishing all things. Xuan Yi's innate Qi meridian and Yining's star orbit resonance have reached 79.3%. Perhaps they are a match made in heaven." Her fingers glided lightly across the strings, each note seemingly adding persuasive power to her words.

Huang Junze and I exchanged a glance and smiled helplessly. At this moment, Yi Ning blinked, stood up, and the lotus pattern on her wrist lit up again: "Aunties, I used the Star Orbit Deduction Technique to calculate that forcibly matching destinies might cause Qi to flow in reverse, which is not good for anyone." Her words instantly froze the atmosphere. Qing Yao and Bi Xuan's faces flashed with surprise, clearly not expecting that this little girl could see through their thoughts.

After the banquet began, everyone appeared cheerful and jovial, clinking glasses and exchanging toasts, but beneath the surface, tensions were running high. Jing Shuo subtly winked at me, and I understood immediately. I pulled him aside under a pretext. "Mom, I secretly switched Qingluan and Xuanyi's genetic test samples. The compatibility data they're discussing now is wrong," Jing Shuo whispered, a sly glint in his eyes, like a mischievous little fox.

I was both annoyed and amused, and gently tapped his head: "You silly child, how could you do such a thing?" Although I said that, I knew in my heart that he didn't want to be engaged so early and wanted to live according to his own wishes.

Meanwhile, while playing with Qingluan and Xuanyi, Yi Ning inadvertently triggered the "Heavenly Physician's Silk Book" left behind by her mother. The silk book slowly unfurled, emitting a soft light. Yi Ning's eyes became unfocused as she began to decipher the ancient characters. Suddenly, her expression changed; she realized that this arranged marriage concealed a conspiracy to plunder her Qi meridians.

Yi Ning rushed to my side and whispered a few words in my ear. My expression changed drastically as I looked at Qing Yao and Bi Xuan, my heart filled with mixed emotions. I took a deep breath, stood up, and cleared my throat: "Sisters, let the children's affairs take their natural course. We, the descendants of the Four Symbols, should help and support each other. Let's not let these worldly marriages ruin our friendship."

Qingyao and Bixuan looked embarrassed upon hearing my words. At that moment, the dragon scales on Huang Junze's body suddenly became inexplicably hot; he frowned, a sense of unease creeping into his heart. Meanwhile, I returned to my room and walked to the dressing mirror, only to see the illusory image of the Bronze Academy reflected there. Eight blood-red characters appeared within, "Four Symbols Return to Origin, Star Lord Descends Upon Calamity," sending chills down my spine.

After the banquet, Qingyao and Bixuan took their leave with their children. Huang Junze and I stood at the door, watching their departing figures, knowing in our hearts that this struggle over spiritual power, inheritance, and destiny had only just begun. Our children, amidst this storm, were gradually revealing their unique talents and strengths. The road ahead was long, filled with unknowns and challenges, but we firmly believed that as long as our family worked together, we could protect the legacy of Yi medicine and weather the coming storms.

Qingyao and Bixuan disappeared into the night with the child. Huang Junze and I stood at the door, motionless for a long time. The night wind carried a chill, but my heart was filled with endless worry. As if sensing my unease, Huang Junze gently led me into the house, whispering comforting words, "Don't worry too much. We're a family, and we can definitely handle this together."

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. "I'm just worried that this fight will hurt the children."

“They are all growing, their abilities and minds are getting stronger. We must believe in them and give them our full support.” Huang Junze’s words were deep but powerful, giving me a bit of confidence.

At this moment, Yi Ning and Jing Shuo walked out of the house. Yi Ning's face still showed lingering fear, while Jing Shuo hung his head, looking full of guilt.

"Mom, Dad, I was wrong." Jing Shuo's voice was muffled. "I shouldn't have changed the sample without permission. I almost caused a disaster."

I stepped forward, patted his head, and said in a gentle yet serious tone, "It's good that you know you were wrong, but you can't be so reckless in the future. This matter is very complicated, not as simple as you think."

Yi Ning also came closer, took my hand, and looked at me with self-reproach in her eyes: "Mom, I was wrong too. If I had been able to decipher the secrets of the 'Heavenly Physician Silk Book' sooner, we wouldn't have been in danger."

Looking at the sensible children, I felt gratified. "You're all right. This isn't something you can control. This struggle has a long history, and we can only proceed cautiously step by step."

Huang Junze looked at the children, his expression solemn yet expectant: "The days ahead will be exceptionally difficult. You must train even harder and improve your abilities so that you can protect yourselves and those around you in this storm."

Ning and Jingshuo nodded vigorously, their eyes filled with determination.

Back inside, I sat on the sofa, my mind a jumble of thoughts. This struggle over spiritual power, inheritance, and destiny involves far more than just a few families; it concerns the entire balance of spiritual power in the world. The thought of the countless unknown crises that lie ahead makes my heart clench with anxiety.

With affection in his eyes, Huang Junze handed me a cup of hot tea and said gently, "Don't think too much. Take a rest first. We have a lot to do tomorrow."

I took the tea, sipped it, and the scalding tea flowed down my throat, but the gloom in my heart lingered.