After Mo Ang finished recounting the strong evidence, he pointed to other parts of his body. "If you want to be a competent medical worker, you should be diligent and fulfill your responsibilities."
An Ning hesitated as she looked at him, knowing that everything he said was true.
"Of course...if you're just putting on a show, just trying to show some concern for me, then forget it."
To save someone is to go all the way, to send a Buddha to the West, and to pick out flaws in front of major shareholders is not good. So An Ning poured out some alcohol again and started rubbing it into the hollows of his legs.
Mo Ang lay on the sofa, enjoying the pressure coming from her palms with his eyes closed.
"Is this how you took care of your husband when he was sick?" he suddenly asked.
An Ning's movements suddenly stopped. "..."
Mo Ang turned his head to look at her. "Did this question upset you?"
