87 Just What I Want (1)

This was exactly what Jin Chen wanted. He was thinking about how to say it.

Since she had brought it up, he gladly accepted it."That works too."

Su Hanyan didn't think too much about it. After all, people who had transmigrated from the past didn't have the conservative ideas of the eighties, where men and women shouldn't touch each other.

Moreover, this was indeed a surgeon's hand. His dexterity determined whether the surgery was done exquisitely or not.

Su Hanyan held Jin Chen's hand and gently rubbed his slightly red and swollen joints. She watched as the blue healing light covered his sore spot.

The light flowed around his wound and slowly removed the pain.

Jin Chen had seen all kinds of people in the operating theater. What kind of skin had he not touched before? However, when Su Hanyan's fingers gently rubbed his joints, his heart still felt a little strange.