Chen Mu bent down and took Jiang Xing's pulse.

After confirming that Jiang Xing's current condition wasn't too bad, he finally spoke: "How do you feel right now?"

Jiang Xing took a couple of deep breaths, wheezing, "Dr. Chen, I feel like I can hardly breathe, like I'm suffocating."

Chen Mu nodded: "Aside from that, do you feel anything else?"

What else does he feel?

What are his feelings?

Jiang Xing got lost in his thoughts and couldn't come up with an answer for a long time.

In the live broadcast camera.

A chubby boy with breathing difficulties leaned against the wall of the observation room, panting heavily.

His eyes were vacant.

-

"Is there a medical expert here who can explain what's going on?"

"Isn't the patient's condition being delayed by Dr. Chen?"

"The patient could still talk normally just now, so why can't he make a sound now?"

"Some of the people in the live comments are really something. The patient is still fine, and they're already questioning the doctor!"

"Isn't the problem with the patient's own body?"

"..."

-

"I'll first give you a needle, to make your feeling of suffocation less severe."

Chen Mu held a Silver Needle, seeking the patient's consent.

Jiang Xing nodded.

Chen Mu then pinched the Silver Needle and inserted it into Jiang Xing.

After one needle.

Chen Mu continued to take Jiang Xing's pulse.

Moments later.

Two more Silver Needles were inserted into Jiang Xing's body.

The filming brother received orders from the production team, carrying the camera and circling around Jiang Xing.

If it weren't for the wall on Jiang Xing's other side.

He could have recorded Chen Mu's needle points from a full 360 degrees.

"How do you feel now?" Chen Mu asked Jiang Xing as he finished.

Jiang Xing clutched his chest, attempting a couple of deep breaths.

Looking at Chen Mu with a face full of amazement.

His expression was as if he was looking at an Immortal, "My breathing seems normal now?"

His eyes were no longer vacant.

Aside from the fever, he didn't look much different from a normal person.

Chen Mu nodded, "I used the Silver Needle to stimulate your acupoints to alleviate your symptoms, but this is all temporary."

Seeing Jiang Xing nodding.

And when he nodded, there was no sluggishness.

Obviously, his consciousness was fine now, so Chen Mu continued, "When you called the school clinic, you mentioned losing ten kilograms within a month."

Jiang Xing nodded.

Chen Mu took out a small notebook, ready to record Jiang Xing's condition.

"Try to recall if there has been anything unusual with your body in the past month or two?"

Jiang Xing was a very cooperative child.

As soon as Chen Mu spoke.

Jiang Xing bowed his head and began to recall.

A full minute passed.

Jiang Xing hadn't responded, and Chen Mu had no intention of rushing him.

He simply continued to wait patiently.

-

"This is killing me, why is the patient so uncooperative?"

"If he wasn't responding when he had consciousness issues earlier, that's understandable, but now that he's clear-headed, isn't he wasting the doctor's time?"

"I said before, when you're waiting in line at the hospital, why does it take so long? Turns out there's someone who struggles to respond even when talking, and to think he's a college student? Seriously, haha!"

"I'm laughing too, how can this be a reflection on college students? Are you a keyboard warrior, born to be a troll?"

"Let me explain as a medical student. This Jiang Xing had consciousness issues earlier, and now, even though he's clear-headed, recalling things might still be slower than normal."

"Dr. Chen is waiting patiently partly to see if he can think thoroughly like a normal person."

"..."

-

After five minutes or so.

Jiang Xing finally looked up.

Looking at Chen Mu, who was still patiently waiting by his side, "Dr. Chen, in the past month or so, I've been drinking a lot more than usual, does that count?"

Chen Mu nodded: "It counts."

"It's best if you can detail the difference in your drinking habits before and now."

Jiang Xing lowered his head, staring at his own fingertips, afraid to speak.

While Bingbing was still sticking her head out, pondering what was up with Jiang Xing.

Chen Mu spoke, "Just say your actual drinking amount, specify what kind of water you're drinking. If a patient hides information and it leads to a misdiagnosis, the patient also bears part of the responsibility."

Chen Mu's tone was calm.

Jiang Xing, however, shivered in fear.

Quickly he said, "Dr. Chen, I normally don't like drinking tasteless water, so I've basically been drinking various carbonated drinks as my daily beverages."

Chen Mu nodded, indicating his understanding.

Actually, based on the images provided by Bai Meng earlier, Chen Mu had already guessed as much.

This was another seasoned carbonated drink enthusiast.

Thinking about it.

Chen Mu swallowed subconsciously.

Speaking of which...

So much time had passed.

The drinks in his fridge were probably chilled by now too.

Jiang Xing lowered his head, afraid to meet Chen Mu's eyes, "I usually drink just over a bottle of Pepsi a day, but in the past month, I've been drinking two bottles minimum..."

Chen Mu sighed helplessly: "How big are the bottles?"

Jiang Xing's eyes shifted evasively: "Two and a half liters each."

-

"Dr. Chen explained it very clearly that he couldn't hide the truth, yet this guy was still trying to play word games with Dr. Chen..."

"Maybe he thought he could fool his way through."

"Two and a half liters of Pepsi, is that a bottle of Pepsi you're talking about? It's obviously a bucket of Pepsi!"

"Pepsi: How much did Coca-Cola pay you, why aren't you drinking Coca-Cola, or try Sprite, 7-Up, or Fanta instead!"

"Pepsi: Family, who can understand, I'm just selling normally, and suddenly I'm in this disgusting commercial warfare!"

"..."

-

Although Jiang Xing's counselor, Bai Meng, had already given the answer long ago.

But really hearing such news from Jiang Xing's mouth, Chen Mu's mindset inevitably took a small hit.

With Jiang Xing's consumption.

Not to mention someone with a family history of diabetes.

Even without a family history of diabetes, drinking like this can give you diabetes directly.

Chen Mu looked at Jiang Xing, not knowing what to say.

Finally, all words transformed into one sentence, "Do you know that your family has a history of disease?"

Jiang Xing's expression was even more evasive, awkwardly nodding: "I know..."

Chen Mu sighed.

He wrote in his notebook.

"The patient, in the past month, due to obvious thirst, leads to increased drinking."

After finishing this, Chen Mu looked at Jiang Xing again, "Besides Pepsi, do you usually drink milk tea, eat sweets?"

Jiang Xing instinctively wanted to deny.

But seeing Chen Mu's confident expression.

Jiang Xing suddenly remembered those rumors on the internet.

Skilled Chinese doctors can even tell what time you farted last night just by taking your pulse.

Dr. Chen from their school was praised online by netizens as the best in the world.

Surely his medical skills aren't bad.

If Dr. Chen also had this ability, wouldn't pretending in front of him be quickly exposed...

When such an idea appeared in Jiang Xing's mind.

Jiang Xing's attitude towards Chen Mu became much more cooperative.

"Besides liking flavored water, I also like to use cake-like desserts to replace staples as meals."

Chen Mu could hardly hold it, "As meals?"

The sugar content of a piece of cake, compared to a bucket of cola, is not much less.

Seeing Jiang Xing nod again.

Chen Mu began to reach out to support the wall beside him.

He now felt.

He didn't need to worry about whether the school's vice principal or secretary would end up in the ICU.

He only knew.

If a few more patients like Jiang Xing, who seemed to have a death wish, came along, perhaps the next person in the ICU would be him.

As a doctor.

Chen Mu knew very well the amount of food an adult male of Jiang Xing's age could eat in one meal.

Simply put.

Even if you gave Jiang Xing an eight-inch cake, as long as he didn't mind the sweetness, Jiang Xing could finish it in one meal.

Not counting breakfast.

Just calculating lunch and dinner, eating like this twice a day, even a normal human body couldn't take it.

Moreover...

This guy drinks five liters of Pepsi every day!

Chen Mu took a deep breath to control his emotions, refraining from confronting the student.

Continuing to ask, "How's your appetite been lately, has it increased or decreased?"

Jiang Xing looked pained, rubbing his stomach.

He spoke, "Recently, my appetite has decreased a bit, sometimes eating cake makes me feel sick, so I switched to instant noodles."

Chen Mu nodded.

Thinking to himself.

Even though instant noodles aren't particularly healthy, compared to Jiang Xing's blood sugar problem, it's definitely better than a large amount of sweets.

The next second.

Chen Mu heard, "After my appetite decreased, I can only eat two packs of instant noodles in one sitting."

Chen Mu: "..."

-

"I'm numb, reduces appetite, and still eats two packs of instant noodles, how much does he eat when his appetite is good?"

"Our school professors have stopped discussing cases with us, saying no doctor can save a patient with such frequent death wishes."

"Is two packs of instant noodles a lot?"

"Is the key point two packs of instant noodles, or the reduced appetite? Reduced appetite and he still eats two packs, how many sweets does he eat when his appetite is good?"

"Our teacher writes medical textbooks, he's watching the stream, saying that when Jiang Xing ends up in some hospital, he'll go to that hospital to get Jiang Xing's medical records."

"Our teacher is an exam creator, he said he's quite interested in Jiang Xing's medical history."

"???"

"Okay, okay, is med students' path being blocked now? We just took a break to watch a stream, and yet we're seeing questions for next year's exams?! Angrily flipping the table!"

"..."

—

Seeing Jiang Xing's condition has improved a lot compared to before.

"Beep!"

Chen Mu picked up the forehead thermometer once more, aimed at Jiang Xing's head.

Seeing the temperature of 39.6 degrees, Chen Mu nodded with satisfaction.

The patient's body temperature is gradually decreasing, which is a positive trend.

"Cough, cough, cough!!!"

Jiang Xing's shoulders suddenly shook violently, and he coughed, covering his mouth.

Chen Mu reached out to check Jiang Xing's pulse.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Xing struggled to avoid him.

Chen Mu frowned.

A volunteer with a red armband saw Jiang Xing not cooperating with Chen Mu, couldn't help but reach out to pull Jiang Xing's hand, "Classmate, it's just checking the pulse, you need to coo…"

"Ugh!"

Jiang Xing couldn't dodge in time.

A thick, pungent-smelling vomit was directly thrown onto the hand of the volunteer with the red armband.

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