Mr. Yan, wake up! Your wife isn't a delicate little flower.

"Tell us what you've learned."

Su Jin, convinced that Cheng Xihe was useless, spoke more rudely than before: "Speak!"

"Ah Jin," Yan Mingchuan warned coldly.

Su Jin, who had been jumping around, immediately pursed her lips and shut up.

Cheng Xihe held out his phone, his tone nonchalant: "Scan me."

While waiting for the traffic light to change, Su Jin, who was ahead of her, turned around and laughed, "What are you doing? You want to add Brother Yan on WeChat? You really are a liar!"

"What does 'ghost hand doctor' mean? Does it mean I need money or...?"

Yan Mingchuan did not immediately raise his phone, but waited for Cheng Xihe to give a clear response.

Rolling her eyes, Cheng Xihe said with a disdainful tone, "Fine, don't add me then, I won't send you the video."

"What video?" Yan Mingchuan became interested, looked up, and stared intently at Cheng Xihe.

Cheng Xihe leaned back in his leather seat, his gaze cold: "Mr. Yan, your blood sample has been switched, and you didn't even know it."

"Here I have evidence."

Cheng Xihe tossed her phone to Yan Mingchuan for a quick glance, then said nonchalantly, "You don't have to look, I'll just delete it."

"Hey! Don't delete it!"

Before Yan Mingchuan could react, Su Jin, who was in front, shouted anxiously, "Don't delete it! Please don't delete it! We want to see it!"

"Oh, I don't want to give it to you anymore."

Cheng Xihe glanced at Su Jin, then turned to look at the bustling traffic outside the window, ignoring him completely.

How could Su Jin sit still now? "Dr. Ghost Hand, listen to me, I didn't mean to, please don't delete it."

"Ah Jin".

Yan Mingchuan raised his hand, stopping Su Jin from continuing.

He turned to look at Cheng Xihe, his eyes showing neither longing for the video nor fear of Cheng Xihe's threat to delete it.

Leaning back in his chair, Yan Mingchuan put down the magazine on his lap and slowly tapped his numb leg with his fingertips: "Doctor Ghost Hands."

"What's up?"

Cheng Xihe turned her head and looked at him calmly.

Su Jin, who was in front, was extremely anxious and kept wanting to turn around to look.

"Drive safely."

After saying that, Yan Mingchuan pressed the partition.

After the partition was raised, Su Jin could no longer see anything.

Su Jin slammed her fist on the steering wheel, secretly regretting her impulsiveness.

"Now, we can have a proper chat." Yan Mingchuan placed the magazine by the side door and looked at Cheng Xihe.

His pleasant voice carried a hint of understanding, as if he saw through Cheng Xihe's pretense: "Whether you delete it or not is up to you, it's your freedom."

"Hmm, and then?"

Cheng Xihe rested her elbows on her crossed legs, turned her head, and looked at Yan Mingchuan curiously.

The sunlight streaming outside perfectly outlined his silhouette.

From a full forehead and a high nose bridge, the lines flow down to a well-defined jawline.

He has a high degree of facial contouring, fair skin, and beautiful lips with a prominent cupid's bow that makes you want to kiss them.

Such a person is like a masterpiece created by Nuwa.

Turning his head, Yan Mingchuan's gaze swept over her phone, then he looked up at Cheng Xihe:

"Dr. Ghost Hand, I'm more curious about something than those blurry videos as evidence."

"Um?"

Cheng Xihe looked at him, puzzled.

"Dr. Ghost Hand, name your terms. I'd like to know more about how you're going to make a deal with me." Yan Mingchuan's eyes held a playful smile.

"You want to buy it?"

Cheng Xihe snorted: "I just gave it to you for free, but you didn't want it. Well then, let's do it the way it is."

"One million, will you buy it or not?" Cheng Xihe said, her eyes fixed on Yan Mingchuan, waiting for his reaction.

Yan Mingchuan's lips curved slightly, showing no sign of anger: "Of course it's a purchase, let's make the deal."

"oh."

Cheng Xihe gave a curt reply.

Seeing this, Yan Mingchuan took out his phone: "Let's add each other as friends, Doctor Ghost Hand? It'll be easier for us to contact each other that way."

"What did you hesitate about when I asked you to add me?"

Cheng Xihe didn't take out his phone again: "It's too late."

She has a temper too, you know. She's not someone anyone can bully.

"I'm very sorry, Dr. Ghost Hand. Perhaps I can offer you a transfer of two million to gain your forgiveness."

Yan Mingchuan's hand remained outstretched, showing no intention of retracting it.

Cheng Xihe glanced at him and held out her hand: "Deal."

Yan Mingchuan frowned as he grasped Cheng Xihe's small hand in his large one.

Cheng Xihe's hands were different from those of most girls; they were rough and had calluses on them.

It looks like he got it from holding a gun, not from acupuncture.

Pulling her hand back, Cheng Xihe glared at him: "What are you doing?"

"I'm sorry, I haven't been feeling well lately and I tend to get distracted," Yan Mingchuan quickly apologized and handed her a handkerchief.

Cheng Xihe clapped his hands: "Don't talk to me now."

"drop!"

A text message came through, confirming the money had been deposited into my account.

Cheng Xihe glanced at it, quite satisfied, and sat up straight.

Yan Mingchuan noticed her movements and smiled, "Dr. Ghost Hand, shall we begin the formal transaction now?"

"Um."

Cheng Xihe sent the video she had secretly recorded to Yan Mingchuan: "Take a look for yourself. That man is both cautious and not cautious at all."

It might be someone close to you, or an old friend.

"Alright, check it out."

"it is good."

Yan Mingchuan, with a stern face, watched the video twice from beginning to end before turning to Cheng Xihe:

"Thanks to Dr. Ghost Hand's timely discovery, otherwise we would still be kept in the dark."

Cheng Xihe waved his hand: "No need for formalities, you should think about how to investigate the people around you."

"That's natural."

Yan Mingchuan nodded.

Seeing him like this, Cheng Xihe looked at him and said, "Hold out your hand."

"it is good."

Cold fingers rested on Yan Mingchuan's pulse.

After listening for a while, Cheng Xihe finally took out his phone and typed on WeChat:

"I adjusted the prescription. Drink this medicine next week. Make sure it's prepared by someone you completely trust."

"it is good."

Yan Mingchuan nodded.

Cheng Xihe glanced outside, then opened the partition: "Get off up ahead, I'm leaving."

"Don't you need us to take you home, Dr. Ghost Hand?" Yan Mingchuan asked softly.

Cheng Xihe waved his hand: "Listen to me."

"OK."

After getting out of the car, Cheng Xihe glanced at Yan Mingchuan, then turned and disappeared down the street...