The Great Doctor Girl

The early morning sunlight was like fine and brilliant golden threads, shining through the carved windows of the clinic's wooden railings, pouring down onto the wooden floor, outlining patches of mottled light and shadow.

The light jumped like an elf, but it couldn't dispel the haze in my heart.

I stood quietly by the table, methodically organizing the precious medicinal herbs that had just arrived. However, my mind was like a non-stop movie, and Huang Junze's appearance from last night kept appearing in my mind.

Last night, he stood there quietly, the cold moonlight pouring down on his stern face like water, making it even deeper, like a marble statue carved in the night.

Every outline is clear and strong, as if it is a masterpiece carefully drawn by the hand of fate.

His eyes were flashing with complex emotions like stars. There was confusion, which shrouded his eyes like fog and made him wander in the darkness; there was struggle, which was like a trapped beast fighting hard in a cage, trying to break free from the shackles of fate; and there was also the vigilance hidden deep in his eyes, which was like a solid wall, guarding his inner world tightly.

Although he never mentioned anything about marriage after that night, I knew clearly in my heart that the heartfelt conversation he had after being hypnotized last night did not really make him let down the thick wall of defense in his heart.

Huang Junze has never been the kind of person who can be easily persuaded.

His appearance is as cold as a thousand-year-old glacier, and his icy breath seems to be able to freeze everything around him; but his heart is as tough as tempered steel, and no matter how strong the wind and waves are, they cannot destroy him.

He was unwilling to believe in the so-called fate, and he extremely hated being controlled and manipulated by others.

For him, the relief of his pain whenever he was near me was not due to some mysterious fate, but rather some kind of "magic" that he could not figure out no matter how hard he tried.

This uncontrollable uncertainty filled him with anxiety. He hated losing absolute control over himself. Because of this, he always maintained a strong sense of vigilance and deep suspicion towards me.

Immersed in deep thought, I suddenly heard a burst of rapid and powerful footsteps outside the door, instantly shattering the tranquility of the clinic. Then, Huang Junze's tall and straight figure stepped in.

His face still had that cold, hard expression that seemed to be able to frostbite someone. His sharp eyes, like a knife, quickly swept across my face, with a seemingly unintentional but actually full of scrutiny.

That gaze seemed to penetrate my soul and dig out the deepest secrets in my heart.

"Luo Shu," his deep and cold voice echoed in the clinic, like the cold wind on a cold night, icy and biting. "What on earth have you done to me? Why is it that every time I get close to you, my condition inexplicably gets better?"

I looked at him calmly, without any trace of retreat or fear in my eyes.

"I've told you countless times that this isn't some kind of magic, nor is it some mysterious force you can't comprehend no matter how hard you try. We've long been closely connected, and my existence can only balance your unbalanced destiny."

"Destiny?" Huang Junze snorted coldly, his voice full of disdain and doubt.

His brows were tightly furrowed together, forming a deep "川" character. The wrinkles seemed like scars carved by time, revealing his inner resistance.

He obviously scoffed at my explanation.

"Are you trying to say that fate has already arranged everything perfectly? Then wouldn't I be a pawn in the hands of fate, manipulated at will by you and these inexplicable, absurd forces?"

His tone revealed a hint of suppressed anger, and that anger was like a volcano about to erupt, hot and dangerous.

It seems that he feels extremely disdainful and disgusted with such a mysterious explanation.

I sighed softly and shook my head helplessly. My black ponytail, like a waterfall, swayed gently, as if telling of endless grievances and helplessness.

"You're wrong. You're not a pawn to be manipulated, and I've never wanted to control you. Since you say that, forget it. Let's end it here. You can find someone else to treat your illness in the future."

Huang Junze's gaze gradually turned cold, like polar ice, without a trace of warmth.

That cold look was enough to make even the bravest man timid. He was obviously unwilling to accept the advice I gave him.

That cold expression seemed to say, "I can't live without you?"

He was silent for a moment, then said in a voice as low as thunder, "You still have to treat the disease, but don't mention nonsense like fate in front of me anymore."

Just as I was about to respond to him, I suddenly heard hurried footsteps outside the clinic. The footsteps were like thunder in a storm, instantly breaking the stalemate in the room.

It was as if someone was running desperately, with endless fear and despair in every step.

Immediately afterwards, a middle-aged man in plain clothes rushed in like a whirlwind.

He looked panicked as if the end of the world was approaching, his eyes filled with unconcealable fear and anxiety, the look that seemed to be able to devour a person's soul.

His hair was disheveled and sweat was dripping down his face like rain, each drop revealing the torment in his heart.

"Doctor, please save my wife! All the doctors can't find the cause of her illness. Her body is getting colder and colder, as if she had fallen into an ice cellar. Please save her!" The man's voice was almost crying, and his pleading tone was full of despair. His breathing was as rapid as a rag in the wind, as if he would completely collapse in the next second.

Huang Junze frowned slightly, with a hint of doubt and confusion in his calm eyes.

His gaze lingered on the man for a moment, as if he was pondering the reasons behind this sudden incident.

I quickly gathered up the mess around me and turned to the man, my tone as firm as steel: "Take me to see it."

There was no hesitation in my voice, only respect for life and determination to save it.

Huang Junze hesitated for a moment, seemingly considering the complexity of the matter, but ultimately decided to go with me. He was quite the gentleman.

He didn't say anything, just silently following behind me. His tall figure still exuded a powerful aura, making it impossible to ignore his presence. But his aura was still filled with his vigilance against the unknown.

When we hurried to the man's home, I immediately felt an extremely unusual chill. It came quietly like a ghost and instantly penetrated my bones.

The temperature in the room was countless degrees lower than outside, as if this wasn't the human world, but the entrance to the underworld. Every breath was filled with a stinging coldness that made one's hair stand on end.

It felt like there was an invisible hand in the air, tightly strangling everyone's throat, making it impossible to breathe.

The man's name was Wang Wenbo. His wife lay quietly in bed, her face as pale as winter snow, devoid of any trace of blood. Her breathing was so weak that it was almost imperceptible, as if her heart was about to stop beating at any moment.

I walked over and gently felt her pulse. It was so weak it was barely perceptible, as if the life force within her body was rapidly disappearing at an alarming rate. The feeble beat was like a candle in the wind, ready to go out at any moment.

Her hands and feet were cold and stiff, as if the life force in her body was being drained away bit by bit by a ruthless demon. Every inch of her skin exuded the breath of death, making people shudder.

"This is definitely not an ordinary illness." I said softly, with an unprecedented seriousness in my tone.

Huang Junze stood aside, his gaze as cold as a pond, staring quietly at Zhang Ping on the bed. "This doesn't seem like a problem with the body itself, it's more like...?"

He seemed to have some guess in his mind but was not sure.

I nodded, and I understood.

"Tell me her birth date and name." My eyes were firm and my voice was steady. Every syllable was full of power.

Wang Wenbo quickly told me his birth chart, and I calculated with my fingers and already had the answer in my mind.

Wang Wenbo’s wife is Zhang Ping, 36 years old, and has a pure Yang water life. This result further confirmed my previous thoughts.

Zhang Ping's condition was not caused by her own illness, but by someone with ulterior motives who used powerful external force to set up the vicious Seven Evils Soul-Locking Formation.

I told Zhang Ping's husband to prepare all the necessary supplies while I showered, changed clothes, and made all the necessary preparations.

At midnight, I pulled out the talisman from my treasure chest, donned a fire hat, fire clothes, and fire shoes. After I was ready, I sat on the ground, chanting, "This oil is no ordinary oil. Lu Ban has given me this oil to burn evil masters and wicked practices. I, your disciple, don the fire hat, fire clothes, and fire shoes. I will burn the evil masters of the East, the evil masters of the West, the ghosts and demons of the North, the evil practices of the Center, pregnant women, and all demons into dust. I respectfully invite the six stars of the Southern Dipper and the seven stars of the Northern Dipper. I obey the command of the Supreme Lord Laozi, and I will do my utmost to obey the law."

Huang Junze watched intently, his eyes filled with curiosity, suspicion, disdain...all kinds of complicated emotions intertwined.

I had helped my master deal with similar things before, so it was pretty easy for me.

Suddenly, a puff of black smoke hit my right hand, and then a slap was about to hit me from the top of the head.

I dodged easily by moving to the right. It immediately disrupted my formation. It seemed this person had powerful magic.

I paused, holding my breath, adjusting my breathing. It seemed the Five Thunders, Oil Pool, and Fire Talisman wouldn't be enough to dispel the Seven Evil Soul-Locking Formation.