The Great Doctor Girl

Finally, under the mysterious and warm guidance of the sachet, the legendary courtyard slowly unfolded before our eyes like an ancient scroll.

A peaceful and tranquil atmosphere permeated the courtyard, like a secluded wonderland, forming a stark contrast to the hardships and obstacles Huang Junze had endured along the way. Huang Junze took a deep breath, as if to absorb the tranquility deeply into his lungs and soothe the fatigue and anxiety of the journey. He carefully adjusted his slightly disheveled clothes and, with the swiftness of wind and thunder, walked towards the courtyard with a firm yet slightly nervous step.

He knew in his heart that Mr. Ping was in this courtyard, and the truth about his intertwined fate with Luo Shu might soon be slowly revealed behind this tightly closed door.

Gradually, a quaint courtyard emerged more clearly before my eyes. The mottled marks on the gate resembled a masterpiece meticulously carved by the master artist, time. Each incision seemed to silently tell a story of vicissitudes of life. The gate resembled a weathered old man, each grain of wood carrying memories of the past, heavy yet full of charm.

Huang Junze knocked gently on the gate, filled with awe and anticipation. An old man slowly opened the door, revealing Mr. Ping.

Mr. Ping, in his sixties, had a gaunt face and a silver beard that cascaded down his chest. His eyes, deep yet peaceful, were like a bottomless ancient pool, their calmness imbued with boundless wisdom. He exuded an aura of tranquility and benevolence, and his spirits were vigorous, as if the passage of time had not only not worn down his will but had instead endowed him with an extraordinary ability to see through everything.

Huang Junze quickly said respectfully, "Excuse me, are you Mr. Ping?"

The old man didn't respond, but simply looked him up and down quietly, his eyes revealing scrutiny and vigilance. His gaze was like two sharp swords, seemingly trying to pierce Huang Junze's soul and explore his deepest secrets.

Huang Junze instantly sensed the sharpness in the old man's gaze, and a wave of unease welled up in his heart. He knew that Mr. Ping had lived in seclusion here for nearly twenty years and would certainly not want to be disturbed by the outside world. His rash visit would most likely offend him. However, for the sake of Luo Shu and to understand the underlying entanglement, he had no choice but to proceed resolutely.

Mr. Ping gazed at the capable young man before him, his eyes glancing at his two wounded yet still loyal followers, Ji Feng and Xun Lei, as he thought to himself, "These two must be his personal guards. To have found this place, this person must be either a top expert in the industry, or possess extraordinary abilities and luck. Judging from his attire and demeanor, he doesn't seem like someone from the same field, so he must have extraordinary abilities."

Mr. Ping's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, not missing a single subtle expression on Huang Junze's face, trying to accurately determine his identity and purpose from his demeanor and behavior. He had lived in seclusion in the mountains for many years, long isolated from the outside world. Now someone suddenly came, and seemed to come prepared, which made him wary.

At the same time, Mr. Ping was also recalling his past, wondering if there were any clues related to this young man. He didn't want his peaceful life to be disrupted for no reason.

Huang Junze bowed slightly and said sincerely again, "Mr. Ping, I am Huang Junze. I have come here for a matter of great importance concerning a person's fate. I sincerely hope to receive your guidance."

Mr. Ping remained silent, but his brow furrowed slightly, as if he were thinking about something. His slightly furrowed brow was like a mysterious spell, containing an elusive meaning.

Huang Junze saw this and quickly continued, "I know my sudden arrival may be a bit abrupt, but this matter is truly crucial to me. It involves me and someone who is incredibly important to me."

Mr. Ping finally spoke. His voice was low and hoarse, like the sound of an ancient bell echoing in a deep valley. "What have you said about fate? What does it have to do with me? Life has been long in these mountains, and I have long since stopped caring about worldly matters."

At this moment, Mr. Ping could vaguely smell a faint and familiar scent of vanilla, which was the unique scent of the herbs that Luo Shu often prepared.

A hint of doubt flashed across his eyes, and he pondered in his heart: "Who is this man in front of me to Luo Shu? Is he the fiancé she found, or someone with ulterior motives?"

Huang Junze took a deep breath, his eyes filled with sincerity and eagerness, and said, "Mr. Ping, I know you've been in seclusion for many years, but this matter truly concerns the fate of a girl. A masked man was fighting with Luo Shu. I heard that man was your junior apprentice?"

When Mr. Ping heard this, a flash of astonishment flashed across his face, but he quickly regained his composure and fell into a deeper silence. His eyes became complicated, as if he was weighing something deep in his heart.

"Luo Shu is the most important person in my life. Now she is in deep trouble, and I must find a way out for her safety." Huang Junze was also judging in his heart, it seems that Luo Shu's master should be Mr. Ping.

Hearing the word "Luoshu," Mr. Ping's eyes flickered slightly, his thoughts instantly drawn back to his past encounters with Luoshu. He quickly masked the past, though a wave of worry lingered in his heart: "What trouble has Luoshu run into again? But I still need to confirm the identity of this young man before me."

Mr. Ping said coldly, "I don't know what you are talking about, just go away." Then he was about to close the door.

Huang Junze quickly reached out to muffle his increasingly anxious words, a hint of pleading in his voice, "Mr. Ping, please believe me. I hold absolutely no ill will towards Luo Shu. She's going through so much hardship right now, and I'm incredibly worried. I just want to find a glimmer of hope for her. Please, give me a chance to explain everything clearly."

Mr. Ping's hand stopped in mid-air, and the expression on his face was changeable, just like the ever-changing sky, making it difficult to guess his true thoughts.

He once again looked Huang Junze up and down, as if carefully judging his words. "What kind of difficulties has Luo Shu encountered? If this is really the fiancé Luo Shu found when he came down the mountain..."

He was silent for a moment, a moment in which time seemed to freeze. The room was dimly lit, with only a few rays of sunlight filtering through the old window lattices, casting patches of light onto the floor. The air was filled with a faint herbal aroma, bringing a sense of tranquility, yet at the same time, the tense atmosphere seemed particularly solemn.

He sighed deeply and said, "Come in."

Huang Junze walked into the courtyard, surrounded by a dazzling array of herbs. There was perilla, with its slender, sword-like leaves shimmering with a pale purple sheen; there was honeysuckle, with its delicate yellow flowers and delicate fragrance; and there was mugwort, with its furry leaves and reputed magical properties. These herbs swayed gently in the breeze, as if telling an ancient and mysterious story.

Huang Junze suddenly had a sense of déjà vu, and his thoughts involuntarily drifted back to six years ago.

Six years ago, he was struck by a hidden illness. The splitting headaches and body aches that tormented him like a demon, plunging his life into an endless darkness. He sought medical help everywhere, but to no avail. He became emaciated and withered, like a candle of life flickering in the wind.

Later, through a series of introductions, he found a legendary master, who must be Mr. Ping in front of him! Just now, he was so nervous that he didn't pay attention to the surrounding environment. Now that he looked carefully, he felt more and more familiar.

At that time, there was a lively girl beside him. Although she was dressed simply, her eyes were like the brightest stars in the night sky, shining with innocence and kindness. Her ponytail danced lightly in the wind, like a weeping willow in spring, light and moving.

His eyes were always unconsciously drawn there, but at that time he was seriously ill and his heart was full of desire for health, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

Now that I think about it, the girl's eyebrows and eyes are exactly the same as Luo Shu's.

It turned out that the threads of fate had begun to intertwine quietly six years ago, and his fate with Luo Shu had been destined since then.

"Mr. Ping, do you still remember me?" Huang Junze decided to express his guess with a hint of expectation.

"Six years ago, a young man came to you with a splitting headache and suffering from pain all over his body. I am that young man." Huang Junze stared at Mr. Ping with anticipation in his eyes.

Mr. Ping thought about it and realized that there weren't many people who could find him. "It seems there is such a person."

"My name is Huang Junze, and I'm from Ancheng. The girl I just mentioned, Luo Shu, is my wife." Huang Junze tried to keep himself calm and spoke slowly.

"Are you married?" Mr. Ping narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze scrutinizing.

"Yes, they are married! Recently, a masked man has been targeting her and lured Luo Shu out with a patient. If I hadn't arrived in time, the consequences would have been disastrous." Huang Junze spoke anxiously, the blue veins on his forehead bulging slightly with excitement, and the anxiety in his heart surged like a tide.

"Then you are the young man whose family arranged a marriage for you? Now that you are married, if the yin and yang are combined, the world should be clear and all disasters should be solved. However, you and Luoshu have already married, but you still have this disaster. It must be that your heart is not sincere and you have not reached the state of unity between man and nature." Mr. Ping stroked his beard and said solemnly.

"I was really not good! I didn't treat her well before. It wasn't until she risked her life to get the Star Tears for me that I suddenly realized it." Huang Junze fell into regret again, his eyes full of pain and self-blame, his voice became a little trembling, and his body trembled slightly, as if recalling the past made him suffer.

"You are the only one who can save Luoshu from danger. To harmonize yin and yang, you need sincerity. You should reflect on yourself and treat each other sincerely, only then can you break this dilemma." Mr. Ping said firmly, his eyes full of expectations.

Huang Junze nodded solemnly and secretly vowed in his heart that he must protect Luoshu and solve the mystery of fate.

At this time, the breeze in the yard blew gently, as if sighing for their fate.

Mr. Ping turned and walked into the house, followed closely by Huang Junze.

The interior is simple yet filled with a mysterious atmosphere. The furniture is crafted from pure wood, a dark, aged, and simple hue. The walls are covered with diagrams of the Eight Trigrams, seemingly imbued with the infinite mysteries of heaven and earth. The air inside is filled with a stale aroma, mingled with the faint scent of herbs, making one feel as if transported back to a distant past.