Hearing Gu Yi'an mention Lu Moran in such a tone, Tan Jincheng couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy.
"He wasn't careful about protecting his own hands, who can he blame?" Tan Jincheng snorted coldly at the doctor.
Gu Yi'an immediately laughed, "Tan Jincheng, are you jealous?"
Tan Jincheng turned his head to glare at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of irritation and embarrassment.
Gu Yi'an quickly reached out and hugged Tan Jincheng's neck, kissing him on the lips, "Jincheng, didn't I already tell you? I've long since let go of my feelings for my senior. But you know... back then, my senior's dedication to medicine was... How did he hurt his own hands? And why didn't he tell me? I just want to know. His hands can't perform surgery anymore, it's really such a pity."
"Are you pitying his hands or pitying him?"
"Do you have to be jealous over this too?" Gu Yi'an said with a smile.
"Yes."
