Ling Jingyu immediately calmed himself down, because once it started, there was no turning back; he could only continue.

The long silver needle sank in.

Although Mo Yunzhao did not cry out, his face was deathly pale, his body was trembling, and beads of sweat the size of beans slid down his fair face.

The absence of screaming only amplifies her pain.

Because she was in so much pain that she couldn't even scream.

Mo Yunzhao felt as if a giant hand was stirring and tearing at her soul from the depths of her soul.

When the second needle came in, it felt like another hand had been added, forcefully prying open her head, as if something was trying to rush in.

But for some unknown reason, it encountered some obstacle and was bounced away.

The third injection felt even stronger, as if two little figures were fighting and tearing at her mind.

The excruciating pain turned her face deathly pale.

The Medicine God used his power to stabilize her body, preventing her from moving around.

The veins on her forehead were bulging, and her small face looked distorted from the pain.

As Ling Jingyu looked at it, he felt as if the needle was piercing his own body.

But he could only calm himself down and concentrate on administering the acupuncture.

In this way, half an hour passed.

After Ling Jingyu finished inserting the last needle, he was covered in sweat and felt completely exhausted.

At this moment, Mo Yunzhao's body went limp and he fainted.

Ling Jingyu quickly hugged her, "Master, she..."

The Medicine God, having exhausted his energy, collapsed to the ground, his white beard falling to the floor.

"It's alright, he might need to sleep for a few days. You just keep watch over him."

Ling Jingyu picked up Mo Yunzhao, placed her on the couch, and covered her with a blanket.

Her face was as pale as paper, and her clothes were soaked with sweat.

She looked like she was in pain; her beautiful willow-leaf eyebrows were furrowed together.

Ling Jingyu held her hand tightly. "I want you to forget, but you go to great lengths to remember. Why bother?"

Why dwell on those unpleasant memories?

What will she do once she remembers it?

He didn't dare to think about it, nor did he want to.

Even now, he doesn't want her to remember.

Some memories are truly cruel.

While in a coma, Mo Yunzhao felt two tiny figures fighting and tearing at her mind, causing her great pain.

The pain was so intense that she couldn't remember anything and just wanted to fall into a deep sleep.

She felt as if she were in a sea of ​​clouds, where every place was clearly visible.

There was only one black dot where Yunhai was, and it was completely dark there. She couldn't see anything there and couldn't go in.

Mo Yunzhao tried hard to get closer to the black sea of ​​clouds. It was right in front of her, and she could see that the black sea of ​​clouds was dry and cracked.

But it was always ahead of her, and she could never reach it.

"Ah Zhao, Ah Zhao..."

The calls, like an iron chain, suddenly bound Mo Yunzhao.

She looked down at her left hand, where the cinnabar dot on her wrist was now shimmering with a faint red light, and it seemed as if a thread was pulling her along.

"A Zhao."

Mo Yunzhao suddenly opened her eyes, and what came into view was Ling Jingyu's incomparably handsome face, with a pair of peach blossom eyes and a thousand charms.

Ling Jingyu raised his hand and waved it in front of her, "Ah Zhao, Ah Zhao?"

Mo Yunzhao slapped his hand away, then sat up and looked around the small bamboo house.

"A Zhao?"

Mo Yunzhao's reaction worried Ling Jingyu greatly.

Using this method to recover memories is a very dangerous thing.

As for the consequences, he dared not even think about them.