The new mission of the CEO of the Miraculous Doctor after traveling through time

In the clinic, Meizi had just finished a busy day. The patients' cries gradually subsided, and the aroma of medicine lingered in the silence. She rubbed her brows and began to review those difficult cases. Her fingertips slid across the yellowed pages of the old medical book, and suddenly, a piece of obscure text came into her eyes - the method of reviving the immortal soul.

Meiko's eyes widened, her heart surging. This method was hidden deep in the medical book, like a long-covered secret treasure, which had the potential to repair damaged immortal souls. However, if you look closely at the operation steps, you will find that it is much more complicated than you can imagine. The path of spiritual power alone is as tricky as a maze. If you make a mistake, not only will all your efforts be wasted, but the practitioner may also be seriously injured.

"This is definitely not something I can comprehend alone..." Meizi whispered, and the figure of the immortal king instantly appeared in her mind - wearing a moon-white robe, with an ethereal fairy aura around him, a pair of eyes that seemed to hide the stars, and he was best at soul magic. Without further ado, Meizi immediately jumped up and ran straight to the immortal king's residence.

The immortal's residence was like a dream, surrounded by clouds and mist. Meizi explained her purpose, and the immortal raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes flashed with interest: "The method of restoring the immortal soul? It is indeed worth studying." After that, he waved his long sleeves, and several ancient books floated in, floating between the two of them, and the pages turned automatically. They were all about soul secrets, and compared with medical books, it seemed that they could piece together the full picture of the method of restoring the immortal soul.

On the top of the quiet back mountain, the clouds and mist are like soft gauze, slowly lingering and rolling around, isolating this place into a secret realm of immortality. The ancient pine is rooted in the steep mountain wall, and the winding branches stretch out wantonly. Crystal dewdrops hang on the needles. When the faint sunlight penetrates the clouds and mist, it flashes with tiny lights, like stars hidden in between. The stone tables and stone benches are arranged in a staggered manner, and the patterns are like natural spiritual patterns, with a simple luster. Meizi and the immortal king sit here, and the old medical book is suspended in the middle. The pages of the book move without wind, and emit a faint light, as if eager to teach the method of reviving the immortal soul.

Meizi secretly clenched the corner of her clothes, her heart full of trepidation. She took the lead in bowing her hands and said respectfully, "My Lord, the step of channeling spiritual power into the immortal soul is vaguely written in the book. According to my understanding, you need to condense the spiritual power into a thread and slowly insert it like threading a needle. But when you try it, the immortal soul is shaken and the backlash is extremely strong." After that, she spread her palms, and a trace of spiritual power trembled and emerged, with a faint light flickering, showing her inability to do it. She couldn't help but feel a little frustrated. She had practiced hard for a long time and thought she had found the way, but she didn't expect that she was still far away. At this moment, the mountain wind quietly turned fast, blowing the sleeves of the two people, and it seemed that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth also sighed for this difficult problem.

The Immortal Lord raised his eyes, and lightly tapped the pages with his slender fingers. The immortal light wrapped around the words, turning them into a three-dimensional spiritual picture hanging in the air. In the picture, the spiritual power thread twisted and turned, accurately sinking into the illusory immortal soul. Looking at Meizi's slightly annoyed expression, the Immortal Lord felt a trace of pity in his heart, thinking that this girl was diligent, but lacked some temper and skill. He whispered softly: "Look carefully, your spiritual power is too strong, and your immortal soul is fragile after being damaged, just like a delicate flower encountering a strong wind. You need to soften the spiritual power, wrap it with spiritual consciousness, and control the rhythm steadily."

Meiko frowned, closed her eyes and concentrated, mobilizing her spiritual power as instructed. In an instant, a faint light flickered around her body, and strands of spiritual power flowed out from her palms. At first, it was a bit rough and jumpy, but after the immortal master's guidance, it gradually became smooth and gentle. Beads of sweat oozed from her forehead. She tried to maintain the exquisite state of her spiritual power and tried to reach out to the idle immortal soul puppet beside her. On the pine branches above her head, a few spiritual birds were originally chirping, but at this moment, they seemed to sense the solemn atmosphere and fell silent, just staring with black bean-like eyes, curiously watching. Meiko prayed silently in her heart that this time must be successful, and there must be no more mistakes. If she delayed for a moment, the injured in the world who urgently needed to repair their immortal souls would suffer more.

"Slow down! At this turning point, the spiritual power must sink three inches immediately to avoid the sharp edge of the immortal soul and spiritual orifice." The immortal king's eyes were like torches, and he reminded her at the right time. At the same time, he waved his long sleeves, and a stream of immortal power gently lifted Meizi's spiritual power to help her move accurately. Seeing that Meizi's technique was unfamiliar, the immortal king felt a little helpless, but thinking of the difficulty of this spell, he was patient. The puppet immortal soul trembled slightly, accepting this spiritual power without showing any rejection, and Meizi showed a happy expression. At this moment, a beam of warm light struggled to penetrate the thick clouds and hit the stone table directly, like a light of auspiciousness, reflecting the medical book and shining spiritual power spread out on the table, shining brightly.

Before she could relax, the Immortal Lord asked another question: "What if the immortal soul falls apart in many places and the spiritual power is dispersed for rescue? It's easy to lose sight of one thing while focusing on another. What should she do?" Meiko's eyes were burning. She pondered for a moment, then moved both hands. The spiritual power at her fingertips transformed into a fine grid. "Use spiritual power to weave a net, fully cover the immortal soul, lock the broken nodes, and repair them one by one. How about that?" The Immortal Lord's eyes flashed with approval. He secretly praised this girl for her quick mind. He lightly tapped with his fingertips to inject immortal power into the net to reinforce it: "Good, but in order for the spiritual power to circulate between the nets, a spiritual power vortex must be set up to accelerate the absorption of free spiritual energy and nourish the immortal soul." As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding clouds and mist seemed to boil, surging wildly, and then slowly formed a spiritual power vortex, echoing the mini spiritual vortex demonstrated on the table, as if the heaven and earth were replicating this exquisite technique.

The two of them exchanged ideas, from the details of spiritual power control to dealing with different situations of damage to the immortal soul; from analyzing the ancient methods in medical books to combining them with actual combat to improve the techniques. The spiritual tea on the table gradually cooled down, but the fragrance of the tea still lingered in the room, blending with the overflowing spiritual power. Meiko's notes covered the table, and the immortal king added annotations from time to time. When the sunset came in through the window, a set of improved preliminary techniques for the restoration of the immortal soul took shape during the discussion, waiting for Youmeng Linglan to come and start the key practice to verify the results of the hard work day and night. Meiko was full of expectations, looking forward to saving people from suffering with this technique; the immortal king looked indifferent, but his eyes revealed a faint expectation, hoping that this set of techniques could stand the test and shine in the field of immortal medicine in the future.

Preparing the experimental materials became a problem. As the list was spread out, Meizi's face darkened. The key immortal herb, "Youmeng Linglan", can only be found once every hundred years. It has a unique effect and can stabilize the spirit body and nourish the immortal soul, but the stock is extremely scarce at the moment. This Linglan grows on cliffs and has natural barriers all around it. It is difficult for ordinary immortals to find its traces, let alone pick it.

Meizi was extremely anxious and was just thinking about a solution when a hearty laugh sounded behind her: "Oh, you look so worried, what's the problem?" Turning around, it was Ye Chen and Ling'er coming hand in hand. Ye Chen was dressed in black, with an upright posture and an uninhibited smile; Ling'er was dressed in white, with a pair of lively eyes that seemed to hide a clear spring, revealing a playful look.

Meizi sighed and told him about the difficulty. Ye Chen stroked his chin and raised his eyebrows and said, "This Youmeng Linglan is tricky, but the harder it is to pick, the more interested I am. What's the cliff? I want to go to that maze." Ling'er patted Ye Chen's shoulder and rolled her eyes at him, "Don't be reckless. That maze may contain mysteries. If you are not careful, you will be trapped in it. In my opinion, let's ask people who have picked Linglan and learn from them."

Meizi nodded and said, "Ling'er is right. I heard that an immortal who collected herbs accidentally found it in the early years. Although it is a long time ago and the clues are slim, we can always find some clues." The Immortal King also spoke at this time: "I have a magic weapon that can dispel some of the obstacles, which may come in handy at a critical moment. In addition, the medical book mentioned that Linglan likes cool and humid weather. If we find out the direction of water vapor and spiritual energy veins around the cliff in advance, our chances of winning will be better."

After some discussion, the division of labor was clear. Ye Chen volunteered to take the lead and go to the surrounding immortal mountains to look for immortals who collect herbs; Ling'er was smart and responsible for sorting out the records about Linglan in ancient books and local chronicles; Meizi and Xianjun stayed in the clinic and fine-tuned the details of the implementation of the immortal soul recovery method based on the existing clues to prevent being in a hurry after finding Linglan.

After everything was ready, it was already dusk. The afterglow sprinkled on everyone's shoulders, as if coated with a layer of golden light. Ye Chen set off first, and his figure disappeared into the sky in an instant; Ling'er went into the pile of books, and the candlelight in front of the desk flickered, reflecting her focused profile; in the clinic, Meizi and Xianjun opened the medical book again, whispering, and the air was filled with tension and expectation, just waiting to find Youmeng Linglan and start this journey of soul restoration that would change the fate of the immortal. And what kind of variables are hidden in the fairy grass deep in the cliff and behind the fog? No one knows, all the suspense will be revealed in the next chapter...