Jia pressed her lips inwardly and clenched her fist. She breathed in and out slightly choppily. "...I am fine."
Mingshen's gaze never failed to catch even the minute fluctuations in her expressions. He slightly withdrew, giving her some breathing space. But he was still close enough to not let her escape.
He placed his hands inside his pockets and said, "This was always going to be a difficult conversation for you. It was due for a long time. I had to come out with today before you would actually self-destruct."
She glared at him. "You are wrong!"
"You give a reality check to the criminals. I give a reality check to my patients. We are both doing our jobs."
"No, I am doing my job. You are plain harassing me! Is this a way to lower my guard and make me your illegal organ donor for your comatose patient again? Because I don't agree!"
Mingshen remained quiet for a few moments.