"Are you having a hard time accepting that someone younger and more outstanding than you suddenly popped up?" Song Luojun ruthlessly tore away the facade.
Ju Jiahong remained silent for a long time before slowly nodding.
He was a genius, and the hardest thing for a genius to endure wasn't failure, but the realization that his so-called "ceiling" was merely someone else's starting line.
"Then think about Liu Haixue, Liu Haohui, and the others," Song Luojun asked.
"Them?" Ju Jiahong was taken aback.
"They also come from a medical family, grew up studying medical classics, and have decent talent. Yet for all these years, you've always suppressed them in Feng City. Whenever people mention the number one young traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, the first person they think of is always you, Ju Jiahong, not the Liu brothers. Tell me, do you think they've felt frustrated all these years?"
