It can't get any better.

He felt that even if he died, he would come back to life.

Mo Yunzhao was almost amused by his angry yet resentful expression.

"Do you want me to have our wedding ceremony two months from now, on the seventh day after your death, or do you want to live well, have our wedding ceremony, and have two children in three years?"

Such domineering words made Ling Jingyu's eyes light up. Without even thinking, he said, "I'll marry you and have two children in three years."

After speaking, Mo Yunzhao felt his face getting hot and his ears burning.

"Then live well."

Ling Jingyu's bright eyes dimmed again. "You... do you want to repay a debt of gratitude? Do you feel guilty, so..."

"Ling Jingyu, you..."

Go to hell.

I didn't dare say those three words.

Mo Yunzhao stood up angrily and kicked him in the calf, yelling, "Get out!"

Seeing her turn to leave, Ling Jingyu chased after her, calling out, "Ah Zhao, don't go."

“I’m going to find my master. You should reflect on your actions. If you dare to pursue me, I’ll make sure you never see me again for the rest of your life.”

Ling Jingyu, who had chased after them to the door, silently stopped.

Then he turned around, sat down again, rested his chin on his hands, and began to think about where he had said something wrong.

Mo Yunzhao hadn't gone far when he saw the Medicine God.

Because the Medicine God is in a chestnut tree outside the small bamboo garden, watching over it.

This is voyeurism.

“Master.” Mo Yunzhao looked up at the Medicine God hiding in the lush tree branches, “Don’t hide anymore, your beard is drooping down.”

The Medicine God didn't dodge anymore and jumped down.

His white beard was stained with a chestnut leaf.

He held a chestnut in his hand, still with green spiky hairs.

"I came up to pick chestnuts, I didn't eavesdrop or peek."

This is a classic case of hiding something.

"Master, I have a missing piece of my memory. Can you help me recover it?" Mo Yunzhao stated his purpose directly. "And Ling Jingyu, is there any hope for him?"

The Medicine God looked at her and said, "His life is still salvageable, but I'm not sure about his chances of finding a wife."

Mo Yunzhao twitched the corner of his mouth and pointed to Zhiji's head, "What about me?"

"You've already started calling him 'Master,' how can you be beyond saving?"

Mo Yunzhao: "I'm talking about memories."

The Medicine God looked at her, "That depends on how you lost your memory. Did you hit your head, did your brain get burned, or did you fall into the water and your brain get..."

Seeing that Mo Yunzhao had clenched his fist, looking like he was about to punch him, he immediately changed his mind.

"Actually, you can try either one, but success is not guaranteed. Of course, it is also not guaranteed that if you remember this, you will lose other memories as well."

The Medicine God looked at her and said, "And the process is very painful, are you sure?"

Mo Yunzhao nodded, "Yes, definitely."

"Alright, I'll get ready. We'll start tomorrow." The Medicine God raised his chin and gestured to Ling Jingyu inside the room. "Shall we get him out of the way?"

Mo Yunzhao smiled: "No, we should let him watch from the sidelines and see if he dares to act on his own again next time."

The Medicine God gave her a thumbs-up with satisfaction, "Not bad, worthy of being my disciple's wife."

Mo Yunzhao was speechless at his inexplicable arrogance.

"How can we save Ling Jingyu's life?"

The Medicine God looked at her, then smiled mysteriously, "Don't worry, I guarantee he won't die. As for how to save him, I'll tell you later."

Mo Yunzhao raised his head and chuckled twice. "Master, there was an old monk who told me that heavenly secrets should not be revealed. I beat him up, and he revealed them. What do you say..."