Bai Ling looked at Ling Zhenfei very seriously, making him feel that Bai Ling wasn't joking, which somewhat troubled him. They hadn't known each other long enough; he felt he didn't understand Bai Ling well, and Bai Ling didn't fully understand him either. Discussing such matters now seemed a bit premature.

"Are you thinking of a reason to refuse me?" Bai Ling spoke first when she noticed Ling Zhenfei wasn't speaking.

"No, I just feel that we've known each other for too short a time, we still don't understand each other, and it's too soon to talk about this. I'm unprepared and don't know how to answer you right now," Ling Zhenfei admitted, unable to find a suitable excuse.

"Miss here didn't say she doesn't understand you, yet you're making a fuss about it. Tell me, do you have a girlfriend?"

"No!"

"Well, there you go. I don't have a boyfriend either. I won't look down on you, and you can't look down on me either. Don't worry, I'm not like my brothers. Once we get married, I'll definitely be a good wife."

Cold sweat broke out on Ling Zhenfei's forehead. Bai Ling, of course, had very good conditions and he observed during his visit to Modu that she could take care of people too. However, Ling Zhenfei had truly never considered marriage.

"Bai Ling, listen to me, I certainly don't disdain you, you're too outstanding, but I really haven't thought about marriage. It's the truth. If I wanted to marry, I would've done so long before now."

Bai Ling's expression became unhappy and Ling Zhenfei didn't know how to comfort her. At this moment, he felt that anything he said would be superfluous.

"Fine, if you don't marry me, I won't allow you to marry anyone else. You owe me a life, remember that. If you dare marry another woman, then you'll have to pay me back with your life."

Ling Zhenfei's sweat flowed freely after listening to Bai Ling's words. She really was powerful, truly worthy of being Su Wanlong's sister.

Just then, Shen Songling knocked and entered, somewhat easing the awkward situation between Ling Zhenfei and Bai Ling.

"Divine Doctor Ling, there's something I'd like to discuss with you, though I'm not sure if I should mention it," Shen Songling seemed eager to speak.

"Director Shen, please feel free to speak your mind," said Ling Zhenfei, unsure of what Shen Songling wanted to mention.

"Divine Doctor Ling, our hospital would like to hire you to provide guidance at our hospital. I wonder if you'd be interested?"

Ling Zhenfei was momentarily stunned, not expecting Shen Songling to broach this subject. Modu Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital was among the nation's top hospitals, and Shen Songling's hands-on approach matched well with Ling Zhenfei's preferences. However, Ling Zhenfei had no intention of working there.

"I'm sorry, Director Shen, I appreciate your kind intent, but I'm an honorary professor at Binyang Hospital, and even so, I haven't worked there before. As I mentioned at the press conference, I'm currently not interested in pursuing traditional Chinese medicine as a career, but thank you all the same."

Shen Songling seemed to have anticipated this response and quickly added, "I understand that your aspirations do not lie here, then I have another small favor to ask, and I hope you can agree to it."

"Is there something else?"

Shen Songling said solemnly, "Our hospital hopes to award Mr. Ling the title of Traditional Chinese Medicine Professor, and we hope you will accept it."

Ling Zhenfei was slightly startled, "I am already an honorary professor at Binyang Hospital, is it okay to accept another certificate like this?"

Shen Songling smiled and said, "You can rest assured about this, as this certificate is different. The Binyang Hospital's certificate only represents their hospital, but the one I am talking about represents Traditional Chinese Medicine. Our country's traditional medicine, as a profound field of medicine, produces several prestigious and contributive traditional medicine practitioners each year nationwide who are awarded the honor of Traditional Chinese Medicine Professor."

"Because our Modu Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital is nationally recognized as a highly authoritative Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, this year it happens to be our turn to recommend someone for this honor. I want to give this slot to you. This slot doesn't belong to a specific hospital but to the entire field of traditional Chinese medicine. Given your current prestige and skill level in traditional Chinese medicine, no one would oppose you receiving this award."

After hearing this, Ling Zhenfei was very pleased. To receive this certificate was tantamount to being recognized by the entire traditional Chinese medicine community in Huaxia Country. There was only one slot per year, with different hospitals taking turns to recommend someone. Countless people tried to win this slot through gifts and connections, so why wouldn't he happily accept it when it was offered to him without any effort on his part?

"Then I really have to thank Director Shen, I don't know how to express my gratitude enough."

"Mr. Ling, there's no need for you to be so polite with me." Seeing Ling Zhenfei's agreement made Shen Songling very happy; having such ties with Ling Zhenfei through this certificate was akin to securing a relationship that could serve as a safeguard if difficult issues arose in the future.

Shen Songling told Ling Zhenfei he would like to have dinner with him tomorrow, but Ling Zhenfei told Shen Songling he had to leave early in the morning. Shen Songling was very surprised, but Ling Zhenfei had already made up his mind, and no amount of persuasion from Shen Songling could change it.

In fact, there was a good reason why Ling Zhenfei wanted to leave Modu quickly. Assassins in Modu were currently figuring out how to target him; after a major battle at the hospital last time, two assassins were killed and one was injured. Now only three remained, which were more manageable, but if he left too late and Tu Gang recovered, it would be much harder to deal with.

Ling Zhenfei felt that being targeted for assassination in Modu was definitely related to the Imperial Palace Club. Once he was back in Binyang, he planned to acquire Zhou Yang's evidence with Long Hai's help, and then he could wipe out the Imperial Palace Club altogether, eradicating any concerns about the Jianghu Pursuit Order.

"You're leaving tomorrow?" Ye Wenying, who had heard about Ling Zhenfei's departure the next day, walked in from outside. His duty was to ensure Ling Zhenfei's safety, so he had been waiting outside the door.

"Yes, I'm leaving Modu. You won't have to worry anymore. Even if I get killed tomorrow, it won't be your responsibility anymore," Ling Zhenfei teased Ye Wenying on purpose.

Ye Wenying responded with a serious expression, "No matter where you die, it would be a loss for everyone."

"Hey, you really have a crow's mouth. Who's going to die? Even if I die, Ling Zhenfei won't." Bai Ling never liked Ye Wenying, and hearing him speak of death, immediately snapped back at him.

Ye Wenying sneered coldly and didn't respond to Bai Ling, instead, he said to Ling Zhenfei, "We will escort you discreetly until you have left Modu."

"I truly appreciate that," Ling Zhenfei sincerely thanked Ye Wenying. After all, he had dutifully protected him, suffering hardships, and deserved gratitude.

"Mr. Ling, please don't mention it, and you're welcome to come back anytime!"

After saying goodbye to Ye Wenying, Ling Zhenfei and Bai Ling each went back to rest.

That evening, Ling Zhenfei was cultivating within the Heaven-Dropping Essence Marrow. After a night's cultivation, he felt the side effects of the Riming Flower fading away, and the Northern Spiritual Energy within his body was slowly recovering.

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