After being reborn, she went on a killing spree in both the Yin and Yang realms.

Seeing how cautiously Seventeen lives, I really don't know how she grew up.

"How did you manage to avoid those ghosts before?"

“I didn’t deliberately hide. I was very scared when I was little. No one believed me when I told others, except for Zhang’s mother, who even got me a talisman.”

"Actually, that amulet was useless. I got used to it later. I just had to pretend I couldn't see those ghosts."

When Ling Yue returned to the ward, she finally met Zhang's mother, who was seventeen years old.

The elderly man in the hospital bed was very thin, just skin and bones.

It's probably because of the chemotherapy.

Seventeen introduced herself to them.

Ling Yue did not see any ghosts possessing Zhang's mother.

Is his lifespan really coming to an end?

Ling Yue was communicating with Lu Boqing telepathically, and Lu Boqing specifically checked his phone.

I checked Zhang's mother's lifespan; she only has three days left.

For a moment, he didn't know how to bring it up to Seventeen.

"Aunt Zhang, we're late..."

At that moment, four or five men and women suddenly appeared at the door of the ward.

The ward suddenly felt a bit crowded.

It was only then that Ling Yue realized that Zhang's mother was staying in a private room, and thinking about Seventeen, she didn't seem to be very wealthy...

You have to understand that in a hospital of this caliber in Shanghai, a private room isn't something you can just get by having money.

Seeing that there were other visitors, Ling Yue didn't want to stay any longer, so she quickly said goodbye to Seventeen and the others, indicating that she could contact them by phone if anything came up.

Then I went to Zhang Ruonan's ward. As soon as I entered, I saw that she had used the hospital bed as her desk and was writing furiously.

Do all junior high school students curl their hair like this?

Not wanting to disturb her, he spoke with Li Sijun alone.

"You don't know, ever since you were scratched by that family member in the ward last time, Xiaonan has been like a different person. She ate a whole bowl of rice that night! And now she's studying so hard, I don't even dare to go up to her and tell her to rest."

Ling Yue glanced at Zhang Ruonan, who was engrossed in her work, and asked, "What do you mean by 'scratched and disfigured'?"

cut.

She was accidentally injured, okay?

"Xiao Nan can be discharged tomorrow. She has her midterm exams next week, and the doctor said she can be discharged."

Ling Yue understood immediately; this also meant that Sister Jun would soon be able to start working at the Ghostly Human World.

She has made a rough plan over the past two days regarding the staff issues at the Ghost Human World.

First, she needs to run a business between the living and the dead, ideally with four employees: two who can work with her on missions, and the other two who can maintain the normal operation of the ghost world.

There is already a candidate named Li Sijun. She majored in hotel management and worked in a five-star hotel before marrying Zhang Lei.

He's more than qualified to be the manager of a quiet bar.

When she met Seventeen, she was thinking that it would be great if she could work in the Ghost World. She could see ghosts, work with them, and look after each other. If she encountered ghosts like the Painted Skin Ghost, it wouldn't affect her normal life.

However, her mother-in-law only has three days left to live. She'll discuss this with him after she finishes her own business.

Right now, the biggest headache for Ling Yue is still the bartender problem.

She has already posted on her WeChat Moments asking friends to help her find someone she knows who is a bartender; if all else fails, she will post job openings online.

However, this means that the Ghostly Human World's opening hours will be delayed.

She had learned how to divine using that nameless manual and calculated that five days later would be the best auspicious day to open the business.

Ling Yue was lost in thought in the hospital's small garden when someone called her via WeChat video.

Oh, it's Su Shiming.

This guy isn't taking good care of his leg, and he still has the time to video chat with her?

"What's wrong, redhead?"

"Hey, where's my sister-in-law? She looks so familiar."

"Downstairs from your hospital room."

Ling Yue remained calm.

Su Shiming was quite unsettled.

"No way, no way, sister-in-law, you've come to see me?"

"Do we have to be so in sync? I was just about to talk to you, and here you are downstairs!"

Well, Ling Yue blushed a little. It seemed that after watching Zhang Mama from Seventeen and then Zhang Ruonan, she had completely forgotten about Su Shiming...

"Wait, let's talk face to face."

When Ling Yue appeared in Su Shiming's hospital room, she put her hands in her pockets and said indifferently, "What brings you here?"

Su Shiming glanced behind her, then to her left and right.

Oh dear, empty-handed, bare-handed.

He recalled the last time Jing Yucheng and Ling Yue came to his hospital room together.

It's true what they say, birds of a feather flock together.

"Sit, sit, sit."

Ling Yue didn't stand on ceremony and plopped down on the sofa. On the coffee table next to her was a platter of freshly cut fruit.

This guy seems to be living a pretty comfortable life.

She didn't stand on ceremony, crossing her legs and eating fruit.

Su Shiming: ...

"Sister-in-law, I heard you're looking for a bartender?"

Upon hearing this, Ling Yue wondered if this young man had someone he knew who could recommend him.

He quickly stopped eating the fruit and hurriedly ate the strawberry in his mouth.

I moved a chair and sat down next to Su Shiming's hospital bed.

"Red Hair, do you know anyone you can recommend?"

Seeing her complete 180-degree change in attitude, Su Shiming was so angry that he almost stood up and took a few steps.

"Oh dear, I'm so thirsty, cough cough, I'm so thirsty I can barely speak."

As she spoke, she rubbed his throat.

Ling Yue understood and quickly ran to the tea room to pour him a glass of water and handed it to him.

Seeing the longing look on her face, Su Shiming realized that this bartender was indeed quite a challenge.

Yo yo.

"Those strawberries look so tempting, but I can't think straight because I can't eat them."

Ling Yue took a deep breath.

When you need something from someone, you should remain calm, composed, and humble.

Ling Yue then respectfully brought the fruit platter to him and thoughtfully placed a fruit fork in his hand.

These strawberries are exceptionally sweet.

"My leg..."

Before Su Shiming could finish speaking, Ling Yue stood up abruptly.

Arms crossed over chest, teeth clenched.

"You'd better know when to stop!"

"I specifically asked your cousin, and he said your leg wasn't broken at all. You fell from the second floor onto the lawn, and you're skilled in martial arts, so you must have faked it, right?"

As she spoke, Ling Yue stepped forward and, taking him by surprise, massaged his leg.

Su Shiming straightened up in pain; this woman was really ruthless.

"Do you still want a bartender? I'm a professional!"

Ling Yue expressed deep suspicion towards him.

"You, a bartender? Look up, aren't cows flying all over the place?"

"Tch, I knew you wouldn't believe me. You can ask my cousin, or I can show you my skills when I'm discharged from the hospital, how about that?"

Alright, let's expose them on the spot.

I called Jing Yucheng directly via WeChat video.

But the other end of the video was completely dark, and Jing Yucheng's voice sounded like he hadn't woken up yet, and was a little hoarse.

"What's wrong, Ling Yue?"

"What Ling Yue? Call me wife."

There was a slight noise in the video, and then Jing Yucheng turned on the lights.

So you're really sleeping in bed. What time is it?

Ling Yue originally wanted to disgust Jing Yucheng, but she knew he would never call her "wife"—it was so cheesy, and she felt a chill just saying it herself.

"Wife..."

Um, why do those two words sound both sweet and tingling?