The success of Tian Tian's surgery was widely publicized. The fact that such a rare malformed brain tumor could be removed without causing irreversible damage to her body, and especially the fact that no doctors from other countries were involved in the entire treatment process, is a major advancement in Chinese medicine.

Lin Mo was quickly exposed and gave interviews to major media outlets. Within a few days, he became a national male god and gained countless fans.

Qiao Wanwan frowned slightly as she watched the news interview.

Sitting to the side, Zhan Yin's lips twitched. "People like Lin Mo are the easiest to create a persona for. A noble young master from a family of doctors, he's also good-looking and always dressed impeccably. He's a typical tall, rich, and handsome guy. Girls like this type."

"Stop analyzing this. Didn't you see the reports? Several hospitals wanted to hire him, but of course he wouldn't go. However, netizens know he's abroad and hope he'll return to China. If people find out that he went abroad because of the Zhan family's suppression, the public pressure will definitely have an impact on Jing Ting."

Zhan Yin suddenly realized, "You girls really do have a more delicate eye for things. I had never thought about this before."

"Originally, Lin Mo was going to go abroad once Tian Tian's condition stabilized, but now that things have escalated, it will be difficult to handle if he doesn't go abroad."

“It’s no big deal. My uncle will make sure he gets as far away from me as possible.”

"Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it. Every company is afraid of negative news, especially things that anger the public. Lin Mo is now a national heartthrob who has contributed to the medical field and is supported. If Jing Ting uses coercive measures, he will stand on the opposite side of the public, which is not a good thing."

"My uncle isn't afraid."

"Of course he's not afraid, but if something like that happens, the Zhan family will definitely hold him accountable."

“That’s true.” Zhan Yin nodded. “I wouldn’t dare to hold you accountable, but they’ll definitely say you’re a femme fatale, since Lin Mo’s troubles started because of you.”

Qiao Wanwan felt a headache coming on. "One problem after another. The Wen family's matter hasn't been resolved yet, and Lin Mo is back. Why is it so hard for me to have a peaceful life?"

"Who told you to marry my uncle?" Zhan Yin, never one to shy away from a good show, said, "Qiao Wanwan, do you regret marrying my uncle?"

"No regrets." Qiao Wanwan replied without hesitation, "Marrying Zhan Jingting is the one thing I've never regretted in my life."

"Tch, more PDA..."

At the doorway, Zhan Jingting's lips curled slightly, and a smile spread across his eyes.

His phone suddenly rang. He maneuvered his wheelchair back to his study and answered the call, "Who is this?"

"It's me, Lin Mo," Lin Mo's voice came from the other end of the phone. "I want to talk to you."

"It seems we have nothing to talk about," Zhan Jingting said calmly. "Or do you think you're qualified to talk to me?"

"I do have it."

"You think you can intimidate me by deliberately exaggerating this surgery and secretly increasing publicity?" Zhan Jingting sneered. "Lin Mo, you underestimate me. If I want you to leave, you can't stay. Keep these petty tricks for kindergarten kids."

"I knew it, nothing escapes your eyes." Lin Mo said calmly, "This is only one aspect, just to give Wanwan an explanation for my staying. If I want to stay in the capital, I naturally have to offer strong terms in exchange, such as... the Ghost Hand Divine Doctor."

Zhan Jingting frowned slightly. "What kind of miracle doctor is this?"

"The 'Ghost Hand Doctor' is just a legend among the common people, but only we know that he actually exists. I heard that you even sought his treatment a few years ago. And Wanwan was able to shrink a deformed tumor in a week. I don't believe she has no connection with the Ghost Hand Doctor." Lin Mo said shrewdly. "I've investigated Xiang Yang. For so many years, he's been secretly searching for the Ghost Hand Doctor's whereabouts. Doesn't that make sense?"

Zhan Jingting remained calm and composed. "You still haven't revealed your trump card."

"My trump card is... I know the whereabouts of the Ghost Hand Healer."

How do I know if what you're saying is true or false?

"Of course I wouldn't dare lie to you."

Zhan Jingting narrowed his eyes slightly. "Then tell me your conditions."

"I want to stay in the capital."

Zhan Jingting scoffed, "Stay in the capital and continue harassing and pursuing my wife?"

"Zhan Jingting, you should know very well that a man can live without a woman, but he cannot live without a career. I can't have Wanwan, but I can't lose my career as well. My focus was originally in the capital, and I'm in a very passive position after going abroad."

“If you truly value your career, I’m not unwilling to negotiate with you, provided that you tell the truth, whether it’s your bargaining chip or your conditions.”

“You are Zhan Jingting, and you can verify anything. I have no reason to lie to you.”

Zhan Jingting tapped the armrest of his wheelchair with his fingertips, and after a moment, he asked, "Where is the Ghost Hand Doctor?"

Lin Mo on the other end of the phone smiled and said, "As you know, the Lin family is a family of doctors. I dare not compare with you in other aspects, but in the field of medicine, I am better than you, including connections and information."

"Actually, I had heard about the Ghost Hand Doctor before, but I studied Western medicine and wasn't very interested in traditional Chinese medicine, so I didn't pay attention to it. Later, I learned that Wanwan was quite knowledgeable in traditional Chinese medicine, so I started to pay attention. Later, I found out that Xiang Yang was looking for the Ghost Hand Doctor's whereabouts, and I also inquired about it through the Lin family's connections."

"Xiang Yang naturally couldn't find out anything, but I'm different. Through some details, I can conclude that the Ghost Hand Doctor is definitely not dead. Not only is he not dead, he should still be doing research."

How can you be so sure?

"You must know the Meng family, a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, right? All kinds of rare medicinal herbs can be found in the Meng family. The head of the Meng family is a good friend of my grandfather. It is said that in recent years, people have purchased a large number of medicinal herbs from the Meng family, all of which are for treating hereditary diseases and brain disorders."

Zhan Jingting frowned. "Is it to cure my illness?"

"Exactly."

Who is it?

"The other party was very cautious, always sending different people to make the purchases. These people seemed unrelated, but after my investigation, I found that they all ultimately pointed to the same person. Can you guess who it is?"

"Stop keeping me in suspense."

"Zhan Hongchou".

"Impossible!" Zhan Jingting immediately denied. "My uncle died a long time ago, how could it be him!"

“If you don’t believe me, you can investigate. I’ll give you the clues truthfully. These medicinal herbs are not commonly used by ordinary people unless it’s the Ghost Hand Divine Doctor himself. I’ll send you the entire purchase list. If you don’t believe me, you can ask Wanwan.” Lin Mo said, “Zhan Jingting, are these clues enough to get me to stay in the capital?”

Zhan Jingting snapped out of his reverie and said, "Whether you're in the capital or not doesn't affect me. There's only one thing: don't bother Wanwan, or you'll regret this decision."

"I know what I'm doing."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Mo quickly sent a list.

Zhan Jingting called Qiao Wanwan over and handed her his phone, saying, "Wanwan, take a look at this."