"Yue'er, besides Huo Cheng and Huo Yan, I, the old man, have three other grandsons in our Huo family. Some are a few years older than you, some are about the same age as you, some are lively, and some are calm."

"Would you like to meet them all?"

The old man not only gave Yingyue a choice.

She even brought out her other three grandsons, treating them like merchandise for Yingyue to choose from.

Fortunately, Huo Yan was cooking in the kitchen and didn't hear what the old man said.

Otherwise, he would have jumped out to refute it immediately, saying that he would never marry the silly Taoist nun.

Fortunately, Huo Yan didn't hear it, otherwise he would have made a fool of himself again.

Because Yingyue never even considered changing the person.

"I don't want it, I want Huo Cheng."

She wrapped her arms around Huo Cheng's arm, looked up at him, and repeated firmly, "I want Huo Cheng."

"Yingyue, my leg is injured..."

"It will be alright."

Before Huo Cheng could finish speaking, Yingyue interjected, "With me here, you'll be alright."

When the old lady and the old man first heard Yingyue say this, they both thought she knew how to treat illnesses.

"Did you learn medicine on the mountain?"

Yingyue carefully recalled the original owner's memories and shook her head, "I only know some simple herbs."

"I see..."

There was a hint of melancholy in the old man's voice.

I wouldn't say I was disappointed.

It was exactly as expected.

Huo Cheng had used many connections and consulted many acquaintances about his legs, including many authoritative figures in the medical field, but they all shook their heads; no one dared to take on the task of treating Huo Cheng's legs...

It's been a year...

"Huo City".

Perhaps Yingyue sensed the old man's melancholy, for she grasped his hand and looked firmly into his eyes.

"You will really get better, you believe me."