Qie Wenyang replied in a carefree tone, "There's no need to thank me, Little Sister. Anyway, I only sent her grandmother's case record, and she's not certain if the surgery could be carried out either. Tianxin, let's not give up as long as there's still hope."
Of course, just like Yan Ge, Qie Wenyang could not possibly tell Ye Tianxin that the Hand of God might not even exist in the world.
Qie Wenyang had asked countless people about the Hands of God, but nobody seemed to have heard about such a person.
It was as if this mysterious Hand of God did not exist at all.
"I know. I understand."
Ye Tianxin's phone rang as she was speaking. The person on the line was Xie Xuning.
"Tianxin, I'm going to visit the associate director who worked in the hospital at that time."