"Splurt—"

With Yu Dawei's blood spraying onto Chen Mu's white coat.

A moment ago, Ge Jing, who was crying and shouting not to see the doctor and wanted to get off, was instantly speechless.

Staring blankly in the direction of Yu Dawei vomiting blood, too shocked to speak.

—

"Seeing this mouthful of blood, a medical staff can't help but make a sharp noise!"

"An educator can't help but make a sharp noise either. If my student vomited blood in front of me, I'd probably go mad on the spot..."

"Pray for Yu Dawei's health and safety, pray for Dr. Chen to keep his job!"

"Did no one notice that Ge Jing shut up, not saying he wouldn't get treated anymore?"

"If you were on the scene, seeing someone with the same disease as you vomiting blood, near death, would you still dare say you won't get treated?"

"..."

—

Chen Mu swiftly pried open Yu Dawei's lips with one hand.

First cleaned the inside of Yu Dawei's mouth thoroughly.

Quickly picked up the stethoscope and began auscultating Yu Dawei.

A moment passed.

Chen Mu, looking serious, put his hand on Yu Dawei's wrist.

At this moment.

Yu Dawei, who briefly opened his eyes when vomiting blood, had closed his eyes again.

"Dr. Chen, is he going to die..." Ge Jing said with difficulty.

Chen Mu ignored Ge Jing.

Instead, from the acupuncture bag, quickly took out two silver needles and inserted them into Yu Dawei's body.

Chen Mu: "Reporter Su, how far are we from the 120 ambulance?"

Su Bingbing glanced at the map on her phone, "About two kilometers of driving distance! Approximate, approximate..."

The estimated time on the phone map kept changing.

Su Bingbing couldn't give an exact time.

Driver He saw Su Bingbing's dilemma, spoke up to help, "If there's no traffic jam, it might take about ten minutes of driving."

Through the rearview mirror.

Seeing the situation in the back compartment.

Even having seen a lot of big events at Hai City University over the years, Driver He couldn't help swallowing a bit.

What's wrong with the new students at Hai City University, seeming worse each generation?

The kid in the back looked like he couldn't even hold out until reaching the hospital.

Gasp!

The ambulance he was driving now wouldn't suddenly turn into a hearse, would it?

Thinking of this, Driver He unconsciously shivered.

The car he shook passed him angrily honked its horn.

Driver He then forcefully slapped his face a few times, making himself stay awake.

He's the school's ambulance driver, whether driving an ambulance or a hearse, he'll ensure to get the people safely to their destination!

Thinking this, Driver He's sense of responsibility instantly surged.

Only Su Bingbing on the passenger seat looked at Driver He with horror.

What was happening?

This driver was driving like he was crazy?!

Chen Mu inserted two more silver needles into Yu Dawei's body.

From Ge Jing's angle, his classmate looked no different from a porcupine.

Ge Jing looked at Chen Mu with some horror, "Dr. Chen, are you sure this treatment is okay?"

Luckily, Yu Dawei was now unconscious!

If he woke up and saw so many needles in him, wouldn't he be scared to death on the spot?

Hearing Ge Jing's doubts, Chen Mu shot him a cold glare!

Chen Mu: "If you think my treatment has problems, why don't you try?"

"But, I don't know how..." Ge Jing muttered softly.

At the same time, he realized, according to Chen Mu's earlier words.

His condition wasn't much better than Yu Dawei's.

If he offended the only doctor on this ambulance now, what if Dr. Chen made a "mistake" later when treating him?

Thinking of this.

Ge Jing instantly shut up.

Occasionally looking at Chen Mu, his expression became cautiously flattering.

Back in the emergency room, Chen Mu had seen many patients like Ge Jing.

Coldly snorting inwardly, he didn't bother to pay more attention to Ge Jing.

Pulled out a silver needle from Yu Dawei, observed Yu Dawei's subsequent vomiting blood situation.

Spoke without lifting his head: "Su Bingbing, I need you to help me contact 120 again."

Su Bingbing hadn't put down her phone again, "Dr. Chen, speak!"

Chen Mu once again placed his hand on Yu Dawei's pulse, "Tell 120 that the patient is experiencing severe internal bleeding and hopes they can prepare medication in advance."

"Once the patient is received, administer an IV immediately."

"The patient urgently needs hemostatic treatment."

Su Bingbing's fingers flew over the phone keyboard: "Okay, Dr. Chen! I've already forwarded your exact words to 120!"

After the phone beeped.

Su Bingbing quickly looked down, pleasantly surprised, "Dr. Chen, 120 replied to me!"

"They said they're starting to prepare medication right now!"

"After our vehicles meet, they can first inject hemostatic into our patient in our car before transferring him!"

Hearing what Su Bingbing said, Chen Mu also unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Chen Mu: "Please convey my thanks to them."

"Besides, I hope they can coordinate with the hospital; we have a cardiac insufficiency patient here hoping for examination as soon as we arrive."

"Please tell them the patient just experienced confusion of consciousness, hoping the exams can slip in line."

Before Chen Mu finished speaking, Ge Jing on the floor muttered softly, "But Dr. Chen, isn't cutting in line bad behavior?"

Chen Mu: "..."

—

"I almost died laughing, Dr. Chen might be nearly angered to death by a fragile college student!"

"This kid has some manners, knowing cutting in line is not good, but if you don't cut in line at the hospital, you might end up queuing in Yama's Hall..."

"Hospitals generally don't allow cutting, but severe emergencies get priority, so technically Ge Jing's situation isn't cutting, just an emergency priority?"

"At times like these, you really don't need to be so courteous..."

"..."

—

Su Bingbing paid no attention to Ge Jing's remarks.

Her fingers flew over the phone screen.

Soon after.

Su Bingbing turned around and looked at Chen Mu: "Dr. Chen, 120 said that Ge Jing's situation meets the criteria for severe emergency priority, and they can prioritize checking Ge Jing for results."

Ge Jing was still worried, "But, wouldn't cutting in line..."

Chen Mu finally felt like glancing down at him, "People queue because they can live until they see the doctor, if you don't cut in line, that might not be certain!"

Hearing Chen Mu's words.

Ge Jing, who was trying to discuss the courtesy of queuing, instantly shut up.

And even...

Closed his eyes, pretending nothing had happened.

Chen Mu couldn't be bothered to deal with this guy anymore.

While he checked Yu Dawei's pulse, he constantly adjusted the silver needles in Yu Dawei's body.

Puzzling some observers.

Occasionally when Chen Mu let go of Yu Dawei's wrist, his hand secretly pinched a "gesture"?

Su Bingbing in the front row watched, utterly dumbfounded.

What's this?

Is traditional Chinese medicine somehow mystical?

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