It was the dead of the night.
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"If you can't even control your own emotions, how can you ensure the health and life of your patients?" After returning home, this sentence echoed repeatedly in Wang Jing's mind, and she felt somewhat disheartened.
Seeing her niece only picking at the rice and not eating the vegetables, Wang Jing's aunt, Wang Lei, furrowed her brows in displeasure, "Xiao Jing, eat properly!"
Wang Jing came back to her senses, sighed, and put down her chopsticks, "Auntie, I'm preoccupied, I don't have an appetite."
"You have to eat even if you don't have an appetite..." Wang Lei glared at her, "How many times have I told you, without a good body, you can't accomplish anything, and no matter how big the issue, it can wait until after you've eaten."
Wang Jing obediently picked up her bowl to eat. Her aunt had a peculiar stubbornness about meals, and if she dared to argue again, it would be like stirring up a hornet's nest.
