Xu Zhuoran seemed to sense her thoughts, his expression turning serious. "Every job deserves respect," he said.
Wen Xi looked at him and smiled.
…
At the card table.
"Jingjing, what are you staring at?" Zhang Sisi, from thoracic surgery, came over. "Looking for Dr. Xu again, are we?"
A blush crept up Chen Jingjing’s cheeks, and she lowered her head shyly. "Oh, what are you talking about?"
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