The Great Doctor Girl

Xun Lei suddenly jumped high, trying to break through the thick curtain-like fog from above.

His agile and powerful figure drew a graceful arc in the air, like a swing from a determined warrior.

However, no matter how high he jumped, what appeared before his eyes was still the endless white, just like a bottomless black hole in the universe that could swallow everything, cruelly and mercilessly devouring their hope and courage.

After repeated unremitting attempts, their physical strength was gradually exhausted like the water in a pool being slowly drained.

Shocking scratches began to appear on his body, like the scars of a hideous demon.

The water vapor in the mist was like a tiny but extremely sharp invisible blade, mercilessly cutting through their skin, bringing wave after wave of piercing pain.

However, there was not even a hint of retreat or giving up in their eyes. The determined light not only did not dim, but became even stronger, like a blazing, never-extinguished flame.

Because they know very well that only by breaking through this strange fog can they have a chance to find Mr. Ping and solve all the mysteries hidden behind it.

An unknown amount of time had passed. When Huang Junze was struggling on the edge of exhaustion and despair, he suddenly discovered that there was occasionally a faint light flashing in the fog.

The light is like a firefly flickering faintly in the depths of darkness. Although it is weak, it contains unique and mysterious rules.

He stopped immediately, like an extremely sharp and insightful detective, observing the mysterious light intently, racking his brains to find the key clue to break through the fog.

Huang Junze frowned, trying and groping repeatedly in this confusing fog, but he was like a helpless traveler lost in a dark maze and couldn't find a way out. He had no idea what to do, and the anxiety in his heart was like an ant on a hot pan, constantly gnawing at his heart.

Ji Feng and Xun Lei were beside him, also looking tired and confused, with a hint of helplessness and confusion flashing in their eyes.

Just when they were about to fall into the abyss of despair and completely collapse, Huang Junze's hand accidentally touched the sachet on his chest.

This sachet was sewn for him by you and me, and he has always carried it carefully with him.

At that time, I was concerned and whispered: "This sachet can relieve your headache."

He gently held the sachet in his hand, gazing at the exquisite stitching and the extremely familiar pattern. In a trance, he seemed to see my gentle eyes and my smile as bright as a flower, as if my breath was blowing towards him.

Suddenly, he was pleasantly surprised to find that the fog around the sachet seemed to have undergone extremely subtle changes. The fog, which was originally as thick as ink and seemed indestructible, seemed to have encountered an extremely powerful nemesis and began to slowly dissipate.

Huang Junze was excited. Could it be that this sachet actually had the magical power to dispel the fog?

His heartbeat suddenly accelerated like the rapid beat of a drum, and an indescribable and inexplicable surprise surged into his heart like a tide.

He held the sachet tightly, as if holding a life-saving straw that depended on his fate, and walked firmly in one direction without hesitation.

Seeing this, the gale and the thunder followed closely without hesitation.

As they moved forward step by step with determination, the mysterious power emitted by the sachet became stronger and stronger, and the fog quickly dissipated like a defeated and fleeing enemy army.

With every step forward, the road ahead becomes clearer and brighter.

Huang Junze lowered his head and stared at the sachet in his hand, his eyes filled with tenderness and surprise.

This small sachet not only carries our deep love, but also becomes the key for them to overcome numerous difficulties.

At this moment, Huang Junze couldn't help but recall the scene when I gave him the sachet.

I had just cured his illness at the time, but I was still worried that it might relapse, so I handed him the carefully sewn sachet, my eyes full of concern and worry: "This is for you. Smelling it can relieve the symptoms when the disease relapses."

He took the sachet and his heart was instantly filled with emotion.

But later, Su Jingyan's appearance made him confused for a moment, and he threw the sachet into a corner where no one cared.

It was not until he learned that I had gone to Kunlun Mountain alone to look for Star Tears in order to save him, and had gone through untold hardships to save his life.

Only then did he wake up from his dream, find the sachet again, and from then on he held it tightly against his chest, never to be separated.

Now in this fog, this sachet has once again become his light of hope, making him feel overwhelmed with emotion and thoughts.

His longing for me grew deeper and stronger, like a surging and unstoppable tide.

At the same time, he was full of endless anticipation for his upcoming meeting with Mr. Ping, as this might be an important opportunity to unravel the mystery of our intertwined destinies.

Behind that mystery lies his and my future, which is where our destiny lies.

Under the guidance of the sachet, they finally walked out of the fog with difficulty.

But I was shocked to find that it was already dusk and night was about to fall.

You know, if you can't find a suitable place to stay halfway up the mountain, it's no joke and it's very dangerous.

I really didn't expect that this mountain would be so high. The mountain road is rugged and winding, and it keeps rising all the way.

Occasionally you can meet mountain people passing by along the way, but there are very few tourists.

As they trudged forward and inquired around, they learned that Mr. Ping, seeking peace and quiet, lived on the highest peak of the mountain - Tianyin Peak.

It was getting dark, and we definitely wouldn’t be able to reach our destination tonight.

The gale and the thunder were in perfect harmony and spread out in all directions, trying to find any human figures in this desolate and deserted forest, hoping to meet someone coming down the mountain and find a place for them to stay.

The night in the forest came extremely quickly, and the darkness spread rapidly like a surging tide. The surrounding trees looked like terrifying monsters with bared fangs and claws in the night.

Just when they were about to give up in despair, a faint light appeared on the distant mountainside.

They hurried towards the direction of the light and found it was a rather simple Taoist temple.

The door of the Taoist temple was half-open, and the yellow light flickered in the wind, making it look a bit eerie and strange.

Ji Feng walked forward and knocked on the door gently. Soon, an old man in Taoist robes slowly opened the door.

His eyes were calm, yet with a hint of scrutiny: "Donors, it's so late, what brings you here?"

Huang Junze hurried forward and clasped his fists in greeting. "Master, we are here to look for someone. It's getting late, and the forest is fraught with danger. We beg you to take us in for the night."

The old Taoist priest looked him up and down, and seeing that Huang Junze had a full forehead and a round chin, he nodded slightly and stepped aside to let them into the Taoist temple: "Since you are destined to be together, please come in."

After entering the Taoist temple, Huang Junze explained to the Taoist priest that they came to find Mr. Ping.

A hint of surprise flashed in the Taoist priest's eyes. "Mr. Ping? He is a mysterious man. He has lived in seclusion in Mount Baitou for many years and rarely interacts with outsiders."

Huang Junze hurriedly asked, "Master, do you know where Mr. Ping lives? We have an important request."

The Taoist priest sat down on a stone bench and motioned for them to sit down as well. "I know Mr. Ping's residence in general, but it's difficult for ordinary people to get close to it. He is a man of great ability, proficient in medicine and numerology. For many years, he has been practicing in this mountain, isolated from the world."

Ji Feng asked, "Master, are you friends with Mr. Ping?"

The Taoist priest shook his head slightly. "We're not close friends, we just bump into each other occasionally in the mountains. However, there are many people like you who come to see him. He's a very kind person, saving people without expecting anything in return. Anyone who has the good fortune to be enlightened by him is a very blessed person."

Huang Junze's heart moved, thinking of the intricate and complicated connection between himself and Luo Shu, and he felt that finding Mr. Ping this time was more and more important.

They chatted with the Taoist priest for a long time and learned some legends about Mount Paektu and the various dangers that might be encountered. They became more cautious about tomorrow's trip.

As the night deepened, the Taoist temple was filled with silence, with only the occasional chirping of insects breaking the tranquility.

Huang Junze lay on the bed, holding the sachet given to him by Luo Shu tightly in his hand. He silently thanked Luo Shu for taking him in for the night, and at the same time was full of anticipation and anxiety about the meeting with Mr. Ping tomorrow.

Ji Feng and Xun Lei divided the work and took turns to rest. At this time, Ji Feng was guarding the door of the Taoist temple, vigilantly watching the movements around him, protecting this hard-earned resting place.

The morning light shone through the mottled leaves onto the small courtyard of the Taoist temple. Huang Junze had not slept all night, but he did not feel tired at all.

He stood up, washed up briefly, said goodbye to the Taoist priest with Jifeng and Xunlei, and set out again to find Mr. Ping.

The mountain road was still rugged and difficult to walk on. Not long after they started walking, they encountered a strange feng shui formation.

The surrounding trees seemed to be arranged in a disorderly manner, but they subtly formed a powerful oppressive force. The air seemed to become sticky and heavy, and every step forward required a huge amount of effort.

Huang Junze felt like he was stuck in a bottomless quagmire, struggling to move forward.

At this moment, the sachet in his arms became slightly warm, emitting a familiar scent, as if guiding him in the right direction.

He followed the guidance of the sachet and tried to move in one direction with difficulty.

Ji Feng and Xun Lei were guarding them. They used their inner strength to resist this invisible yet powerful pressure, and veins bulged on their foreheads.

After finally walking out of this strange forest, a seemingly calm stream appeared in front of us.

However, when Huang Junze got closer, he found that there was an undercurrent in the water, forming a huge vortex. The surrounding water vapor was filled with a strange power that could confuse people.

Just as Huang Junze was about to get closer to check, he felt a strong wave of dizziness, as if his soul was about to be sucked away by the vortex.

He hurriedly calmed himself down and held the sachet tightly again.

The familiar smell instantly woke him up. He searched carefully along the edge of the stream and found a place where the stones were arranged in a seemingly disordered manner, but under the light of the sachet, it magically showed a path across the stream.

They carefully stepped on the stones to cross the river. Ji Feng carefully explored the way in front, and Xun Lei carefully followed behind to ensure Huang Junze's safety.

As they approached the top of the mountain, the obstacles they encountered became increasingly strange and unpredictable.

A strong wind came howling, mixed with sharp sand and stones, blowing towards them mercilessly like a violent blade.

Huang Junze protected his face with his arms and looked nervously at the sachet through the gap.

A faint halo formed around the sachet, repelling the flying sand and stones.

They struggled forward against the strong wind, struggling against the harsh environment every step of the way.