Even the way the little woman, Dr. Zhang Ying, bit her lip evoked a strong protective instinct in men—and because she wasn't transcendently beautiful, it also sparked intense jealousy in women.
"Mr. Hong..." Gu Ran clapped while shaking his head, "I misjudged you."
If they were my relatives, I'd be cutting off future generations—since I already have children;
If I took money for it, I'd be impotent—I simply don't take money.
What "The Sincerity of a Great Doctor," the Hippocratic Oath, are just geomancers' compasses, mere props to decorate the facade.
Food and lust are human nature.
No preference is as everlasting as for another man's wife.
After the relentless—mainly from the two male nurses—applause finally subsided, Zhuang Jing said to Zhang Ying, "You take care of your son first, and start work in the afternoon."
"Thank you, Director Zhuang." Zhang Ying bowed deeply to her.
