The Great Doctor Girl

Chapter 141: The Miraculous Doctor Saves the World and Captures the Demon in the Dark Night

The wife was frail and fragile. She clutched her husband's arm tightly with both hands, her fingertips turning white from the strain. Tears streamed down her face before she could speak. "Doctor Luo, we've been to every hospital, big and small, to have a child, but we couldn't keep the baby each time. Now I'm almost exhausted."

The husband put his arm around his wife's shoulders, his eyes reddened, he nodded heavily, his face full of sadness.

I asked the two haggard-looking people to sit down slowly, raised my hand to signal them to relax, then gently twisted my fingertips and carefully calculated their birth dates with great concentration.

His eyes kept moving along the trend of the fortune, not missing any details. Then, he asked in a soft voice about the layout of the house and daily trivial matters, and understood the situation in every detail.

After careful consideration, I spoke slowly with a solemn expression, "Gentlemen, this matter of offspring is deeply connected to the family's fortune. Your numerology is somewhat problematic. The Palace of Children is impacted, cutting off your chances of having children. The placement of the ancestral tablets in your home is also inappropriate. You must understand that the ancestral tablets are the seat of the family's spiritual roots. If placed in the wrong position, the aura will be disrupted, and the continuation of blessings will be difficult."

Seeing their nervous expressions, I quickly reassured them, "Don't worry, there are ways to resolve this. After we return, we'll have to rearrange the placement of the ancestral tablets. This isn't something to be taken lightly. I'll pick an auspicious day and go over there to re-arrange the arrangement for you."

"From now on, keep your home tidy and clean, open the windows frequently to circulate air and absorb auspiciousness. Take comprehensive care of your home's numerology and feng shui, and wait patiently for good fortune to arrive."

The couple listened attentively, their eyes full of piety and hope. They thanked me repeatedly and agreed on a time for me to visit them, and then walked out of the clinic hand in hand.

In the afternoon, a little boy was half-dragged and half-pulled into the clinic by his parents. In an instant, a pungent smell filled the air.

I understand. Based on the setting of poor liver function and lack of wood in the five elements, I rewrite this paragraph for you to highlight the professionalism and fantasy style and enhance the credibility of the plot:

The parents' faces were filled with guilt and helplessness. The father rubbed his hands, frowning like the Chinese character "川". He sighed helplessly, "Doctor Luo, I'm really sorry. Our whole family has been worried about our child's strange illness. We've been to many big hospitals, and the test results were all normal, but the peculiar smell on his body can't be removed. We've tried one folk remedy after another, but all of them were in vain. It's really worrying." The mother's eyes were red, and she hugged the child tightly in her arms, patting him gently, full of heartache.

I looked solemn as I leaned closer to the child. I first carefully checked his complexion and tongue coating, then closed my eyes and concentrated, gently twisting his fingertips, secretly deducing his birth date.

After a while, he slowly opened his eyes and spoke with a firm tone, "You two, in this world, the mysteries of fate are hidden in the Yin and Yang and the Five Elements. The crux of the matter lies in his birth date. The Five Elements in his fate are lacking Wood. It may seem normal, but it actually carries a huge hidden danger. The liver belongs to the Wood element in the Five Elements. A lack of Wood Qi is like a dead tree without nourishment, losing its vitality and greatly reducing its ability to detoxify and transport food."

"The liver should be clearing away the foul qi and toxins produced by metabolism, but now it's overwhelmed, allowing the toxins to accumulate and build up inside the body. Over time, they transform into this pungent odor. Furthermore, your bedroom is located in the northwest Qian position, where metal suppresses wood. Your already deficient wood element is further suppressed, disrupting your aura and making it difficult for your symptoms to resolve."

Seeing the worry on their faces, I quickly reassured them, "Don't worry, though. Now that we've found the root cause, we have a solution. Go home and adjust the layout of your home. Place a few pots of vibrant green plants in the east side of your bedroom to activate the Wood Qi. Also, incorporate more green vegetables and liver-nourishing medicinal foods into your daily diet. I'll also create a special talisman for your child to strengthen his foundation and nourish his Wood Qi. Wear it with him. With both internal and external strengths combined, and after a while, the situation will definitely improve."

The couple listened attentively, their eyes full of piety and expectation. They thanked me repeatedly and then walked out of the clinic hand in hand.

Dusk fell quietly, and the afterglow cast a warm yellow hue on the medical hall.

Xia Ruoxi and Xin Xin were still busy, and the aroma of medicine lingered in the house.

I looked out the window at the darkening sky, feeling calm and at ease. Although I didn't know how the patient's condition would improve in the future, as a doctor, I have done my best and will only wait for time to give the answer.

After a busy day, I returned home exhausted, dragging my legs as if they were filled with lead.

Aunt Chen saw me like this and quickly brought me a bowl of freshly cooked steaming hot qi-replenishing soup.

I took the soup and collapsed on the sofa weakly. Just as I was about to close my eyes and take a breath, I heard the sound of my cell phone.

I reached out and groped on the coffee table, grabbed my phone, and the moment the screen lit up, I saw Zhuo Kai's profile picture, and the tension in my heart subconsciously relaxed.

I swiped the screen, but before I could click on the message, Huang Junze came over from the kitchen. His tall figure approached me quickly, his expression a little panicked, and his hands unconsciously rubbed on his pants, as if he wanted to hide something quickly.

I raised my eyes and looked at him in confusion, but he avoided my gaze and didn't dare to look me in the eye.

My heart skipped a beat, and I had a bad feeling. I reached out and snatched the phone from his hand. On the page was the address of Chen Feng's home that Zhuo Kai had sent me. Before I could ask, a voice message automatically played: "Mr. Huang, while investigating the Su Junsheng case, I accidentally dug up a clue about Chen Feng's home. I'm sending you the address. That masked man has been elusive. What do you think we should do next?"

I frowned, raised my eyes and stared at Huang Junze, my voice unconsciously rising: "You're hiding this from me?"

Huang Junze's face was filled with helplessness. He sighed softly and placed his hands on my shoulders, his warm palms trying to comfort me. His eyes were filled with heartache and worry, and his tone was gentle yet anxious. "Wife, how dare I hide this from you? I'm really afraid you'll be in danger. This masked man is too cruel and his whereabouts are unpredictable. Every time you encounter something related to him, my heart is in my throat. I originally wanted to quietly take this matter over and handle it for you behind your back to save you from any danger, but who knew you would see it after all."

After hearing this, my anger subsided a little, but when I thought of the mysterious and dangerous masked man, my eyes suddenly sharpened. I clenched my phone and said through gritted teeth, "No, this is such a good opportunity. I can't let it go and find him. I have to go find him."

Huang Junze gripped my shoulders tighter with both hands and shook his head repeatedly, "No, it's too dangerous, honey. What should I do if something happens to you? We'll think about it later."

Huang Junze gripped my shoulders tighter with both hands and shook his head repeatedly, "No, it's too dangerous, honey. What should I do if something happens to you? We'll think about it later."

The earnestness in his eyes almost overflowed, and the strength in his hands was so great that it seemed as if he wanted to rub his determination into my body, but I had made up my mind. I gently patted the back of his hand to let him know not to worry.

Huang Junze understood my temper too well. When he couldn't persuade me, he could only sigh helplessly. Then he frantically helped me find a thick coat, and stuffed emergency items such as a flashlight and anti-pepper spray into the pocket, muttering as he did so: "With your temper, even ten bulls can't change it."

Finally, he gritted his teeth, took out his cell phone and quickly made two calls. His voice was steady and unquestionable: "Jifeng, Xunlei, meet downstairs in ten minutes."

After hanging up the phone, he turned to look at me with a firm gaze and put his arm around my shoulders. "I can't persuade you. I'll go with you. With me here, I can at least protect you. Jifeng and Xunlei are both veterans who have been with me for many years. They're reliable and capable. Having someone to look after me will give me peace of mind."

Everything was ready, and I pushed the door open and walked out.

The night was as thick as ink, so deep that it seemed to swallow everything. The cold wind was biting, cutting my skin like a knife, but I had no time to care. I ran to Chen Feng's home - Qingping Village outside the city with a worried heart.

Qingping Village seems to be a corner forgotten by time, so quiet that it is almost dead.

The mottled cement road twists and turns, with weeds growing on both sides, wantonly encroaching on the road's boundaries, as if to completely bury this path into the village.

The old locust tree at the entrance of the village was crooked, and its dead branches creaked in the night wind, as if whimpering weakly, like a strange alarm bell ringing for people entering the village.

The moonlight shone down, trying hard to penetrate the layers of fog, and barely illuminated this remote place.

Chen Feng's home is hidden in the innermost part of the village. It has its own gate and yard, and the walls are low and dilapidated. Many stones have fallen off, revealing the compacted soil inside.

The courtyard gate is crumbling, and large flakes of red paint on the door are peeling and fading, with only a few scattered pieces still stubbornly attached. When blown by the wind, they rustle, revealing an indescribable sense of desolation and sadness.

Entering the courtyard, a strong smell of decay hits me. Three tiled houses stand side by side, their roof tiles incomplete, weeds growing wildly between the cracks; the tattered window paper looks like black eyes, peering into the dead silence within.

Under the eaves, a few broken spider webs swayed in the wind, sticky with dust and mosquitoes, and no one had taken care of them for a long time.

Pushing the door open and entering the room, I found it dark and damp, with only a few rays of moonlight struggling to seep in, barely outlining the furnishings inside.

Tables and chairs were lying all over the ground, with broken legs and limbs scattered everywhere, as if they had been through a fierce fight; the walls were gray and black, with water stains winding all over the walls, and a few suspicious dark red marks could be vaguely seen, perhaps the bloody smell left over from past evil deeds.

There were some old and broken items piled up in the corner, which were damp and moldy, and gave off a pungent sour smell.

I glanced around vigilantly, secretly gathering spiritual power in my palms to prevent a sudden attack from the masked man.

Although this place is dilapidated, it is the last concern in Chen Feng's heart. Now it is coveted by evil, and tragedy must not be allowed to happen here again.

I secretly made up my mind to set up a concealing barrier. This barrier can not only hide my body shape and breath, but also has its own early warning function. Once it is touched by external force, it will instantly issue a warning.

My intuition tells me that he must be here.

After doing all this, I hid in the dark, waiting for the masked man to show up, like a hunter waiting for prey to take the bait, vowing to completely cut off the root of this evil.

However, as time passed, the surroundings became dead silent. Not only was there no sign of the masked man, there wasn't even a sound of wind. Only the smell of decay in the house grew stronger.

A trace of doubt arose in my heart. The masked man has always been cunning. Could it be that he sensed the danger this time and slipped away in advance?