"What are you staring at me for?" Ling Zhenfei asked somewhat fearfully.

Bai Ling quickly averted her gaze, pretending nothing happened, then said, "That was the second woman who called you!"

"Yeah, so? What about it?" Ling Zhenfei didn't understand what Bai Ling meant.

"It's definitely not just a brother-sister relationship," Bai Ling said with certainty.

Ling Zhenfei was startled, Bai Ling was too incredible. Just from a few words over one phone call, she could tell his relationship with Liu Bingying was unusual – it was unbelievable.

"You really are bored, eavesdropping on my phone calls," Ling Zhenfei didn't actually mind and was just teasing Bai Ling.

"Big brother, you didn't even try to avoid me during your call, why would I need to eavesdrop? Just your manner of calling each other 'sister' sickens one to the stomach, just admit it," Bai Ling said with an already-convinced expression.

Before Ling Zhenfei could answer, the phone rang again. It was Chen Dafu from Binyang Hospital. Even without answering, Ling Zhenfei had an idea of what Chen would say, so he didn't pick up.

"Do you think I should contact that person from the fan club?" Ling Zhenfei asked Bai Ling for her opinion as he looked at the incoming call on his phone.

"It's indeed necessary. As a celebrity, there are two paths you can take. One is to be low-profile, so low that people can't remember you. But since you've already responded to the online situation, staying low-profile is impossible now. Your current level of attention is comparable to that of a big star, so you should really maintain rapport with your fans.

Especially your official fan club Weibo account; its follower count has become quite significant. Such fan-based groups are typically controlled by you or by an agency or manager, but you are an exception."

"Is this situation good or bad?" Ling Zhenfei was confused.

"You don't need to ask, of course it's not good. The official fan club Weibo represents your fans, not you, and it doesn't even represent the majority of your fans' attitudes. If it posts a Weibo and it's the same as if you did, and it says something wrong, that's as bad as if you said it yourself. Do you think that's good?"

"Of course that's not good. I don't often go online, I don't even know what they've been saying before. What should I do?" Ling Zhenfei realized the seriousness of this situation.

Bai Ling said with a smile, "Actually, it doesn't matter much. The number of followers is so high precisely because you don't update your Weibo status. I checked your official Weibo account, and it's all about your situation and appeals to your fans to protect your reputation. As long as you use your Weibo to update your status and post regularly, people will naturally come to understand only the views expressed by that account represent you."

Ling Zhenfei found the world of the internet truly fascinating – a profound subject with much to learn.

Ling Zhenfei sent a message to the official fan club Weibo. The message was simple: he introduced himself as Ling Zhenfei and asked if they could talk on the phone when they had time.

Soon he received a reply with a phone number, saying he could call anytime.

After thinking for a moment, Ling Zhenfei dialed the number.

"Hello, is this Mr. Ling Zhenfei?" The voice on the other end was a very steady male voice.

"Hello, yes, it's me. How may I address you?"

"Hello, my name is Lin Yi, just a small doctor at Provincial City Hospital."

"Thank you, Lin Yi. It's a bit late for a call now, but I do appreciate all the effort you've put into defending my reputation." Ling Zhenfei was truly grateful. Without Lin Yi's online support and leading the fans to counterattack, he would have been torn to shreds by trolls.

"No need for thanks. It's what we, your fans, should do. Are you preparing to go to Modu?"

"Correct, I'm planning to go to Modu. Since I've already said so online, that's definitely something I'll do. As the owner of the official fan account, we should keep in touch regularly to avoid any misalignment of opinions."

"Of course. Like this time, my opinion was that you shouldn't go to Modu. I couldn't say that directly online. Things like Kun Kun's condition are incurable. If you went, it would mean being deceived. How could an incurable disease possibly be cured? If you don't involve yourself or respond, it won't be too bad."

"Yeah, although that's said, even if there's only a glimmer of hope, I want to try. If the International Hospital could cure it, there would be nothing for me to do. Plus, so many fans hope that I will step forward. If I pretended not to see, that would hurt them deeply."

"Sigh," Lin Yi let out a sigh, "I blame myself for this. When fans first forwarded the Weibo hoping you would stand up, I should have spoken out earlier. Maybe then, all of this wouldn't have happened. In the future, if something like this comes up, I will call you in advance to discuss it."

"Great, come visit Binyang when you have time, and we'll have a good chat."

"Definitely. This time, when you go to Modu, I'll continue advocating on Weibo, making everyone aware of the severe and difficult nature of Kun Kun's illness. If Kun Kun's illness can't be cured, I'll also ensure that any subsequent impact on you is minimized."

"Thanks, I appreciate it."

After hanging up the phone, Ling Zhenfei breathed a sigh of relief. Lin Yi sounded very stable and clear-headed on the phone, likely an easy person to get along with.

Bai Ling seemed to have anticipated this outcome, her face without too much expression, with a slight smile, undeniably beautiful – looking much better smiling than when serious.

The two chatted while waiting to board their flight, when suddenly someone passed by them, then stopped abruptly.

"Excuse me, sir, your face shows dark clouds and your brow is like thunder and lightning. Would you like me to tell your fortune?"

Ling Zhenfei and Bai Ling urgently looked at the man upon hearing his words. He was a young man, about Ling Zhenfei's age, with a sunny face and neat features. He wore a short-sleeved T-shirt, jeans, hiking boots, and had a small backpack. If he hadn't been standing in front of Ling Zhenfei, Ling Zhenfei would have never believed the words came from this man's mouth.

Seeing his attire and thinking about what he said, Ling Zhenfei and Bai Ling almost burst out laughing.

"Brother, are you mistaken? I'm all covered up with a hat and mask, and you can still see my face? Better stop kidding around. If you're homeless and need a few yuan for a bus fare to get home, I'll give you that directly. If you're trying to pick up girls, please aim directly at the beautiful lady next to me, no need for such indirect methods and detours."

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