Damn!

Are we really going to have a medical accident during the live broadcast?

Chen Mu's head was buzzing.

Faster than his thoughts.

Was Chen Mu's speed.

Just as this thought appeared in Chen Mu's mind, he was already crouching by the patient's side, checking the patient's pulse.

"Dr. Chen!"

The graduate student who was taking the patient's pulse saw Chen Mu suddenly squatting beside him.

His eyes instantly welled up with tears.

"Dr. Chen, I've already tried to induce vomiting using conventional methods!"

"But the patient shows no signs of waking up!"

The graduate student said.

His hopeful gaze involuntarily fell on Chen Mu.

Chen Mu didn't answer him.

After taking the pulse, he silently took the patient's other hand and continued checking the pulse.

Seeing this scene.

The graduate student blinked, closed his mouth, and held his breath.

Seeing the graduate student react this way.

The university students watching in the dormitory hallway also dared not make a sound.

In a very short time.

The dormitory hallway.

Became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

After checking the patient's pulse.

Chen Mu lifted his hand and removed the patient's shoes.

He continued checking the pulse.

—

"Guys, I know you can feel the pulse on the neck, but can you also feel it at the ankle?"

"For Chinese medicine, any pulse can be checked, but seeing Dr. Chen do this makes me really anxious."

"Who wouldn't be anxious? I feel like Dr. Chen is trying to confirm where the toxins have spread in the body."

"Can it really be done this way?"

"A good practitioner of Chinese medicine is like a walking X-ray machine, but people who reach this level are very rare."

"Sometimes, it's not that Chinese medicine isn't passed down, but a lot of very complex things still require talent. My master is a very skilled practitioner, but our entire school can't match up to him alone."

"..."

—

"Pull open his clothes and take a look."

Chen Mu released the patient's ankle.

His expression was more complicated than ever.

The graduate student quickly lifted the patient's shirt, "How could this be..."

On the patient's body.

Dense red spots had already appeared.

Chen Mu's expression grew more serious.

"Let me use your needles."

The graduate student quickly handed his Silver Needle to Chen Mu.

Then.

Chen Mu inserted a needle at one of the patient's acupoints.

The patient's mouth swelled visibly into big lips.

Gasps resonated through the dormitory hallway.

The graduate student exclaimed, "Is this an allergic reaction?"

"Is he allergic to Polygonum multiflorum?"

Chen Mu shook his head, "The possibility of being allergic to Polygonum multiflorum can't be ruled out, but I lean towards him having other allergens."

"It's also because he has other allergens that the acupoint you stimulated couldn't successfully induce vomiting."

Chen Mu raised his hand.

The graduate student respectfully offered the Silver Needle.

He knew.

Under normal circumstances, Chen Mu could directly treat the patient.

There was no need to explain so much.

The reason Chen Mu was explaining so much before applying the needle was mainly to clarify things for him.

Chen Mu inserted a needle at the back of the patient's neck.

The graduate student silently picked up his phone, took a photo.

To practice on a dummy when he returned.

Chen Mu followed with several more needles.

The patient's chest began to heave repeatedly.

A few seconds later.

The patient suddenly vomited!

The graduate student stood by, incredulous, realizing acupuncture could be used this way?

As Chen Mu turned his head.

He saw an onlooker down the hallway.

So he shouted in the direction of the spectators, "Is anyone here in the same class as these students?"

"If so, please give your counselor's contact information to Reporter Su."

"Reporter Su, please help ask, does anyone know this student's allergens? Does anyone know what this student's name is?"

A guy who was just shouting motivational words, with red swollen eyes, came over.

His emotions had calmed considerably.

He held up his phone and walked over to Chen Mu, "Dr. Chen, this guy's name is Gao Yuan. I'll give Reporter Su our counselor's contact now."

Chen Mu nodded.

Just as he was about to continue needling, his phone in his pocket suddenly rang violently.

He picked up the phone.

Seeing it was an unknown number, Chen Mu instinctively wanted to hang up.

But seeing it was a local number, Chen Mu sighed and answered, "Hello, this is Chen Mu."

Just in case.

This was a student calling for help.

The person on the other end, seeing Chen Mu answer on the live stream, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, "Hello, Dr. Chen, I am Gao Yuan's counselor, my surname is Gao as well."

"Here's the thing."

"I just looked up Gao Yuan's personal information in the school system."

"Gao Yuan is allergic to chicken."

Chen Mu was displeased, "Didn't you give the students basic safety education?"

"Knowing he's allergic to chicken, why would he drink ginseng chicken soup?"

The counselor on the other end didn't dare provoke Chen Mu at this moment either.

He meekly defended, "At the start of the school year, I already used last year's negative example to emphasize to all the students, I didn't expect something like this would still happen..."

"Dr. Chen, I promise."

"After Gao Yuan recovers, I will surely give him a stern talking to!"

Chen Mu sighed, "Since you called, it means you're watching the live stream."

"Please first contact the parents of these students, if possible, I hope you can go to the hospital to take charge of your students."

"If that's not possible, please make sure to contact the vice principal or the secretary."

"The school will arrange other teachers to be responsible for these students' medical treatment."

The counselor teacher on the other side: "Sure, sure, I'll be right there, please go ahead, Dr. Chen..."

The call was hung up.

Chen Mu checked the patient's pulse again.

Confirming the patient's condition was no longer as severe as before, Chen Mu applied two more needles.

"Ugh!"

"Ugh!"

The patient leaned over the trash can.

Vomiting more vigorously.

After two or three minutes.

The patient had vomited to the point of regaining consciousness.

Chen Mu handed him a bottle of mineral water to rinse his mouth.

Watching the patient leaning over the trash can, with tears and snot running down his face.

Chen Mu crouched beside the patient.

Looking at him calmly, "Gao Yuan, I think I need a reasonable explanation."

"Your personal information already indicates an allergy to chicken."

"This shows you're aware of your allergens, why would someone who knows he's allergic to chicken drink ginseng chicken soup?"

As Gao Yuan continued to vomit while rinsing his mouth.

His eyes reddened even more at Chen Mu's question, feeling wronged.

"I initially refused."

"But then my roommate told me the soup was just boiled with ginseng, so I thought a few sips wouldn't matter."

"Even if I'm allergic to chicken, isn't there a whole pot of ginseng in there?"

"I thought the ginseng would definitely help alleviate my allergic symptoms..."

"Ugh!"

Gao Yuan clung to the trash can, feeling like he was about to vomit his entire stomach out.

"I also didn't expect, that even a whole pot of ginseng couldn't alleviate my allergic reaction!"

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