The Great Doctor Girl

Huang Junze frowned, the tangled lines on his face seemed to be able to crush the entire universe. Then he sat down on a chair beside him, limp and powerless, like a huge deflated ball.

His expression was like the bitterest frost in the coldest months of winter, cold to the extreme and extremely serious. He said in a deep voice, "First, tell me in detail about the patient's specific condition."

I didn't dare hesitate even for a moment. Like a machine gun, I poured out all the information about Li Linzhi's heart-wrenching and almost suffocating symptoms, her horoscope that was filled with endless weirdness, and her jaw-dropping similarities with the previous Zhang Ping case without reservation.

After hearing this, Huang Junze instantly fell into deep thought, like a wooden sculpture under a thousand-year spell. His fingers, which were tapping the table unconsciously, were like ants running around frantically on a hot pan, panicking and moving at an unusually rapid pace.

"This Seven Evils Soul-Locking Formation is indeed tricky. What do you need me to do?" Huang Junze's tone was filled with heavy worry, and his voice seemed to be pressed down by a huge rock weighing tens of millions of pounds into the abyss of endless darkness, without even a hint of relief.

"I need your energy. It should be enough for the two of us to just hold hands."

I responded without hesitation and in a decisive tone, without a trace of girlish shyness or hesitation on my face, and my gaze was as firm as a rock.

"Is there no other way?" His face seemed to be covered with a thick layer of frost that had lasted for thousands of years, filled with disbelief and resistance. That expression seemed like an angry questioning of the unfairness of fate.

"At the moment, there is no other way." I looked at him directly without hesitation, my eyes like burning flames, piercing through the hesitation and entanglement in his heart.

You know, if my master were here, there would be no need for me to charge into battle so recklessly.

Or if any one of the four great Feng Shui masters, Suzaku in the South, Xuanwu in the North, Azure Dragon on the Left, and White Tiger on the Right, were here, I wouldn't have to take such risks and put myself in such a difficult situation where I'm almost dead.

"What should I do? I can't just watch her..."

I was extremely anxious, and my voice was filled with a blazing, all-consuming flame, as if it could instantly ignite the air around me and turn it into a blazing sea of ​​fire.

"Wait a minute, I'll think of a way."

Huang Junze stood up as he spoke. In this room so narrow that one could hardly turn around, he paced back and forth anxiously like a nearly mad beast trapped in a cage. His rapid steps seemed to be an outward manifestation of the turbulent and crazy thoughts in his heart.

Suddenly, he stopped abruptly, and a flash of lightning flashed across his eyes, piercing the endless darkness. "I'll try to find these masters, maybe I can find one of them."

"How long will it take? After all, life waits for no one!"

I was so anxious that I felt like a grasshopper being roasted on a raging fire, almost reduced to ashes. My voice became hoarse and unpleasant due to extreme anxiety, as if my throat was about to be torn into countless pieces.

"I do not know."

Huang Junze uttered these words helplessly, and the powerlessness in his tone seemed to be able to drag people into the bottomless abyss of despair in an instant.

There is no glimmer of hope, as if the whole world is plunged into eternal darkness.

"Huang Junze, is it so difficult that something can be solved by just holding my hand?" My voice rose eight octaves, with a bit of urgency and questioning. I looked like a lion that was extremely enraged and about to explode, and I couldn't wait to pounce on him and tear him into pieces.

Huang Junze opened his mouth, but something was stuck in his throat, so he remained silent in the end. The silence was like a heavy mountain, making it hard to breathe.

Time seemed to freeze and the air became extremely heavy, weighing people down to the point of almost being crushed to pieces and making it difficult to breathe.

Finally, as if he had made up his mind to die, he finally squeezed out the words from between his teeth: "Okay, I'll go with you."

After hearing these words, the string in my heart that had been hanging so tight that it seemed like it would break in the next second finally loosened slightly.

Saving lives is my mission. How can I watch innocent lives disappear like shooting stars before my eyes and remain indifferent?

This is the solemn oath I made as a doctor, and it is an indelible mark that has been deeply engraved in the depths of my soul during my 18 years of practice in the mountains.

"Thank you! Junze." I said with gratitude, and that sincere tone seemed to be able to melt the huge and indestructible ice that had not melted for thousands of years.

The night is like a huge, boundless, airtight black curtain that mercilessly covers the earth, but the stars seem particularly distant and cold, as if they are the glimmer of light from another world.

I began to nervously prepare the necessary tools for tomorrow's operation, carefully handling each one and not daring to slack off in the slightest.

I first took out the statue of the Queen Mother of the West with great solemnity, placed it carefully and respectfully in the center, bowed respectfully again and again, and silently prayed in my heart that the Queen Mother of the West would grant me incomparably powerful strength and protection.

Then, I took out a bronze mirror. The mirror surface was as smooth as thousand-year-old ice, and it clearly reflected my solemn and worried face.

I wiped the mirror gently, making sure it could clearly reflect the true face of all evil at the critical moment, without missing any clues.

Then came the cinnabar and talisman paper. I concentrated on adjusting the proportion of the cinnabar, holding my breath and drawing on the talisman paper runes that were mysterious, strong and powerful, as if they could reach heaven and earth. I poured all my energy and faith into every stroke, as if this was the whole meaning of my life.

There are also those plump and round glutinous rice grains that seem to contain the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. I carefully put them into the cloth bag, each grain is full of hope, in case of emergency.

Finally, there was black dog blood. The strong and pungent smell filled the air. I carefully sealed it in a tight bottle, as if guarding the most precious treasure in the world.

While preparing these tools, I was also constantly perfecting my preparation plan in my mind.

If anything unexpected happens during the spellcasting process, such as the evil power suddenly becoming stronger, like a demon awakening, or other more powerful and terrifying evil spirits coming to interfere, or the formation undergoing unpredictable, maze-like changes, I must be able to respond quickly and accurately without any mistakes.

I racked my brains to imagine all possible extreme situations, each of which was as terrible as a nightmare. I repeatedly thought about the corresponding solutions to ensure that I would not panic or be at a loss because of any unexpected situation, and that everything would be under my control.

Just as I was concentrating on preparing the tools, I suddenly heard a faint, near and far, erratic sound of footsteps coming from outside the window. The sound seemed particularly strange and eerie in this creepy night that was as quiet as a grave, as if the messenger of death was approaching quietly.

I stopped what I was doing instantly, held my breath and listened, but the footsteps suddenly disappeared, leaving only a heart-wrenching deathly silence, as if the whole world had stopped breathing.

My heartbeat suddenly quickened, as if it was about to jump out of my throat, and an inexplicable strong sense of uneasiness surged into my heart like a surging tide, almost drowning me.

"You should rest early. We will set off at nine o'clock tomorrow." Huang Junze's voice came with a hint of hard-to-conceal fatigue and determination, like a glimmer of light flickering in the darkness.

I nodded slightly.

"You too."

But my thoughts have already drifted to the unknown tomorrow, and my mind keeps rehearsing various possible situations, each of which is terrifying.

This was destined to be an adventure full of challenges and unknowns, but just as I lay down to rest, a strange cuckoo bird cry suddenly came from outside the window. The sound was sharp and piercing, like a death warrant from hell, which made my heart suddenly tighten, as if it was tightly grasped by an invisible big hand.

I quickly got up to check, but found that there was nothing outside. There was only the cold moonlight pouring on the ground like water, emitting a creepy pale light, as if it was a passage to another world.

This sudden incident made me feel a little uneasy, as if it was foreshadowing that tomorrow's action would not be smooth sailing, but would be full of countless difficulties and obstacles.

Lying in bed, I tossed and turned like beans being stir-fried in a pot, unable to fall asleep.

Li Linzhi's face, pale as paper, lifeless, as if she had already passed away, and her breath, as weak as a thread, as if it would be cut off and disappear from this world in the next second, kept appearing in my mind, as well as Dong Sicheng's desperate yet expectant, almost pleading eyes that could break people's hearts.

This operation not only concerns a person's life, but also is a huge test of my medical skills and beliefs. There is no room for any mistakes. If I am not careful, there will be no recovery.

As the night deepened, the wind seemed to become more violent, hitting the windows violently, making a terrifying "pa pa" sound, as if a demon was slapping them hard, trying to break into the house and destroy everything.

I felt as if I was in a dark vortex, tightly entangled by uneasiness and anxiety, almost suffocating, as if I would be swallowed by the darkness in the next second.

But I kept telling myself in my heart that no matter how many difficulties and obstacles lay ahead, no matter how many unknown horrors awaited me, I must remain firm in my beliefs, forge ahead bravely, and never retreat, even if it meant my death.

I don’t know how long it took, but I finally fell asleep in extreme fatigue.

However, the dream still contained the suffocatingly tense scene and the unbearable responsibility, as if reminding me again and again that tomorrow would be a thrilling, life-or-death, cruel battle that would determine fate.