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Chapter 62 Lin Wan breaks down again! Why has Chen Mo become so powerful after they separated?

Lin Wan was absentmindedly scrolling through her phone.

Since that day she met Chen Mo at the restaurant, her blind date with him has completely fallen through.

After that man went back, he didn't send a single message and simply disappeared.

When the matchmaker called, the other party only said "not suitable" and hung up.

It's obvious they don't want to contact each other anymore.

Lin Wan has been very troubled these past few days, feeling that nothing is going right.

I watched a few funny videos, but I couldn't laugh at all.

Even watching cool videos of my favorite male celebrity doesn't interest me; my mind is filled with images from that restaurant day.

Chen Mo sat there, surrounded by six girls, wiping the table, pouring water, giving him massages, and tying his aprons—

On what grounds?

Why is it that my blind date is so ugly and still doesn't like me?

Why are there so many young and beautiful girls around Chen Mo, vying to please him?

Just because Chen Mo can play the piano? Just because Chen Mo has a house in the county town?

Thinking about this, Lin Wan felt even more agitated.

She gave a disdainful sneer, a mocking smile curving her lips.

Those young women are really country bumpkins, they have no taste.

Even with just this little bit of capital and advantage, Chen Mo is still regarded as a treasure by them.

So what if you can play the piano? So what if you own a house in the county town?

These are nothing!

They're destined to be frogs in a well!

She was destined to go to the big city, so why should she lower herself to the level of these bumpkins?

Thinking this way, Lin Wan finally felt a little better.

She leaned against the headboard, pulled the blanket up to cover her waist, swiped her finger across the screen, and decided to watch one more video before washing up and going to bed.

The next video popped up.

The scene shows a river with a crowd gathered on its banks. A soaking wet man kneels on the stone steps, bending down to give a man lying down...

The woman was given artificial respiration.

Lin Wan's fingers froze at the top of the screen, her pupils suddenly contracting.

She recognized that man's profile all too well.

It's Chen Mo.

She sat up abruptly, the blanket slipping off her waist.

She was completely unaware, her eyes fixed on the screen, her fingers trembling slightly.

In the video, Chen Mo finished CPR, straightened up, placed his fingers on the woman's wrist, and moved his lips as if saying something.

The video was captioned, "I am a traditional Chinese medicine doctor. She has hypoglycemia and acute hypothermia."

Lin Wan's brows furrowed, and her lips pressed into a thin line.

Chinese medicine?

How is that possible?

Being able to play the piano is one thing, since that can be explained as a hidden hobby.

But traditional Chinese medicine cannot be mastered in a day or two.

The two talked for several months, and she never heard Chen Mo mention any words related to medicine.

She even felt that Chen Mo couldn't distinguish which cold medicine was which.

The video continues playing.

Chen Mo placed his fingers on the woman's wrist, his expression focused, his lips moving as he read his diagnosis: "Weakness of Qi and Blood, deficiency of both Spleen and Kidney, acute attack of hypoglycemia, and coma caused by loss of body temperature due to river water."

Lin Wan stared at the screen, her chest heaving violently.

A dark thought welled up in her mind.

It's certain that the treatment will fail!

This caused Chen Mo to be criticized, insulted, and cyberbullied by the public, completely ruining his reputation!

She bit her lip, her nails digging into her palms, her eyes fixed on the screen, waiting for the scene she longed for to appear.

In the video, Chen Mo bent down and performed another set of artificial respiration, then straightened up and pressed on the chest again.

The woman coughed.

Then he coughed again.

She opened her eyes.

Lin Wan's lips parted slightly.

Her body felt completely drained; she leaned against the headboard, her fingers limply sliding off the screen.

How is that possible? How could it be such a coincidence?

Is Chen Mo really a practitioner of Traditional Chinese Medicine?

Lin Wan took a deep breath, reluctantly picked up her phone again, and opened the comments section.

She wants to find professionals to expose Chen Mo.

As long as there is one comment saying "this is fake," she can convince herself.

The first comment in the comment section has already received over 10,000 likes.

"As a doctor at the Municipal Central Hospital, I can say with certainty that this person's cardiopulmonary resuscitation technique is extremely professional."

"The compressions were precise, the frequency was stable, the depth was accurate, and the airway opening angle during artificial respiration was textbook-perfect."

Lin Wan's finger traced downwards.

"Did anyone notice that he checked for a pulse before performing chest compressions? He confirmed there was a pulse before deciding whether to perform CPR. This is standard emergency procedure."

"This man has a deep understanding of traditional Chinese medicine. His description of qi and blood deficiency and spleen and kidney deficiency is a typical TCM diagnosis of hypoglycemia. You couldn't have come up with that without several years of study and practice."

"I need this man's name and address; I want to see him for medical treatment."

"Me too."

"Same request +1"

Lin Wan's finger stopped on the screen.

Her lips trembled, and a muffled sound escaped her throat, "How is this possible?"

The two had been together for several months, and Chen Mo was just an ordinary man who had returned from a big city.

He has some savings and a bit of cleverness, but deep down he is absolutely mediocre, ordinary, and has nothing outstanding about him.

Why did Chen Mo learn to play the piano, guitar, and even traditional Chinese medicine first aid in just over a week after the breakup?

The video of him playing the piano was still on the homepage, but the video of him rescuing someone surged to the top.

She remembered that day at the restaurant, when Chen Mo's gaze swept over her as if she were a stranger.

That completely indifferent look hurt her more than any sarcastic remark.

She had assumed that Chen Mo would be extremely upset about her leaving.

She even fantasized that Chen Mo would send her a message late at night saying, "I miss you."

There was nothing.

Chen Mo not only did not regret it, but lived a better life than before. She was surrounded by a group of girls who were younger and prettier than her, and stood in the center of the stage, radiating brilliance.

And what about her?

My blind date ran away, I have no job, and my dream of living in a big city seems further and further away.

Lin Wan tossed her phone onto the bedside table with a thud and buried her face in the pillow.

The pillow quickly became soaked.

She rolled over, pulled the blanket over her head, and then tossed and turned several times.

The light from the streetlights outside the window slid in through the gaps in the curtains, drawing a long, grayish-white stripe on the floor.

She stared at the light for a long time, her eyes stinging, her mind filled with images of Chen Mo.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Chen Mo and the women had already finished their delicious meal.

Chen Mo collected the fruit peels and tissues from the coffee table into the trash can and clapped his hands.

"Let's watch a movie tonight, it's been a long time."

The women's eyes lit up, and they all nodded.

Xiao Lu was the first to jump up from the sofa, grab the remote control, and hand it to Chen Mo.

Chen Mo sat down in the middle of the sofa, and the women sat down on either side of him and in front of him. The sofa was not big, and it was a bit crowded for seven people, but no one complained.

Coco was curled up cross-legged in the corner of the sofa, her slender legs encased in black stockings, her pink toes twitching slightly inside.

Xiaolu knelt on the carpet between the coffee table and the sofa, her legs together and placed diagonally to one side. White short socks covered her feet, with a delicate lace trim around the top of the socks. She looked like a flower blooming on the carpet.

Xiao Rou lay on her side at the other end of the sofa, her head resting on the armrest, her legs slightly curled up, her long pinkish-purple hair spread out on the cushions, and the white stockings on her feet were faintly visible in the light of the television.

The other girls were also sitting on the sofa, each in a different pose, but all were beautiful and had their own unique charm.

A comedy started playing on TV; it wasn't particularly funny, but it was lighthearted.

The girls would occasionally laugh at the plot, their laughter ringing out crisply in the living room like wind chimes, then falling silent, only to ring out again a little while later.

Coco laughed the most exaggeratedly, leaning back on the sofa armrest and kicking her stockinged feet on the sofa twice.

Xiao Rou covered her mouth and chuckled. After laughing, she turned to Chen Mo and said something. Chen Mo smiled and replied.

The atmosphere in the living room was warm and cozy, like a fireplace in winter.

This contrasts sharply with Lin Wan's cold and deserted bed on the other side of the city.

But the movie is too long, more than two hours long.

Xiao Rou secretly glanced at the time in the upper right corner of the TV, then looked at Chen Mo's profile, and a little flame in her heart began to rise.

It's almost eleven o'clock.

Xiao Lu couldn't help but glance at the time, then turned her head, her eyes meeting Xiao Rou's.

The two men's eyes met briefly in the air, their gazes flashing simultaneously before disappearing again, like two spies exchanging coded messages.