Relying on such psychological suggestion, Gu Ran continued to sleep feeling good about himself.
After morning exercise, while massaging Zhuang Jing, Gu Ran kept hypnotizing himself: dreaming of Mrs. Jing, dreaming of Mrs. Jing, dreaming of Mrs. Jing.
After the massage, Zhuang Jing looked at him with weird eyes. Gu Ran, feeling guilty like a thief, didn't dare to ask why.
Could it be that he unconsciously pressed somewhere inappropriate? But Mrs. Jing didn't say anything.
Breakfast was still herb-based; having eaten too much roast duck last night, Gu Ran thought the taste of herbs was quite good.
"The third patient we talked about before will be sent here today," Zhuang Jing said.
"Is there no medical history?" Su Qing asked.
"No, it's her first time, to be exact, I forced her to come," Zhuang Jing sipped some juice.
"Hmm?" Not just Yan Hanxiang, even He Qingyan and Gu Ran were curious.
Zhuang Jing could force someone?
