The volunteer wearing a red armband stared incredulously at the things in his hand.

For a moment.

His mind went completely blank.

Instinctively, he stared at his own hand.

Analyzing what might be on it.

Cherry cake, durian, fresh shrimp noodle soup.

Pearl milk tea, steamed buns.

A few seconds later.

The volunteer with the red armband came to his senses, "Ugh!"

He dry-heaved.

While glaring at Jiang Xing with angry eyes.

Kid, you really had quite a feast today!

"Ugh!"

The volunteer with the red armband stared at his hand with a twisted expression, he really didn't want this hand anymore, it's so disgusting!!!

Not sure if he was triggered by the dry heaving.

Jiang Xing suddenly widened his eyes!

Another mouthful of thick vomit landed on the red armband volunteer's hand.

The volunteer with the red armband was frozen in place.

The next second!

"Ahhhh!!! So disgusting!!!"

"I'll go down with you!!!"

—

"Hahahaha!!! Although it's a bit unkind, seeing this guy in such a miserable state really makes me want to laugh!!!"

"Reincarnation Office: How did you die in your past life? Answer: Died of disgust!"

"At first, I felt sorry for this poor red armband volunteer, but I really couldn't hold back the second time!"

"Even if Jiang Xing's blood sugar problem is solved this time, he'll still have to be careful walking around school, people will want to assassinate him every day! Hahaha!!!"

"Honestly! I do feel some sympathy for that volunteer, he just wanted to earn some credits at school, but now, he might end up with a lifelong obsession with cleanliness!"

"..."

—

Watching the volunteer with the red armband being forcibly dragged out by his companions to wash his hands.

Jiang Xing's ears kept ringing with the sounds of the volunteer's angry shouts.

The flush on his face from the fever was completely drained by his own two bouts of vomiting!

Chen Mu calmly wrote in his notebook.

"The patient experiences nausea, vomiting stomach contents twice."

Chen Mu put the pen in his white coat pocket and continued to ask, "Have you experienced any abdominal pain recently?"

After thinking, Jiang Xing shook his head seriously, "No."

Chen Mu: "Diarrhea? Loose stools?"

Jiang Xing shook his head again, "Still no."

Chen Mu nodded.

He called over a volunteer and wrote a bunch of tests for the volunteer.

He asked the volunteer to push Jiang Xing's hospital bed and do all the tests that could be done.

Jiang Xing had just been pushed out.

Chen Mu immediately returned to the school infirmary.

High blood sugar is really terrifying.

Thinking about this.

Chen Mu took a bottle of Coke from the fridge to calm himself.

"You didn't even call 120, it seems a fever of forty degrees isn't serious enough!"

Zheng Xin lazily walked in from outside the school infirmary and grabbed a Coke from Chen Mu's fridge.

Chen Mu looked up at him, his eyes not showing much warmth, "Kidney failure, diabetic ketoacidosis, lung infection, hypophosphatemia..."

"Crash—"

The Coke in his hand just fell to the ground.

Zheng Xin didn't care, just looked blankly at Chen Mu.

"Are you crazy?"

"With a patient like this, you don't immediately send them to the hospital, and you dare to bring them back to the school infirmary?"

"Do you believe if something happens to this patient at school, not only might the principal not be able to retire normally, my dad might even directly lose his job?"

Zheng Xin said through clenched teeth.

If it weren't for the live camera almost in his face.

He would've grabbed Chen Mu by the collar already!

Chen Mu held his phone, found a chat page, and handed it to Zheng Xin.

Zheng Xin took it.

He saw the chat between Chen Mu and Mu Yao.

In their WeChat conversation, Chen Mu clearly explained how serious Jiang Xing's condition was.

It was Mu Yao who took the initiative to convey Jiang Xing's condition clearly to the six old professors from the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

The old professors expressed their willingness to be Jiang Xing's attending doctors.

Zheng Xin took deep breaths.

It wasn't hard for Zheng Xin to guess what those old professors from Hai City University of Traditional Medicine were thinking.

They probably thought such a classic medical case isn't something you encounter every day.

While their prominent students are at Hai City University, they decided to treat Jiang Xing directly at the school, providing live teaching to their students.

But the problem is.

Reality isn't like a novel.

Where professors in their early twenties appear out of nowhere.

In real life, those who become university professors usually aren't very young.

These professors are quite elderly, yet they're still engaged in such thrilling medical projects?

Zheng Xin stared blankly at Chen Mu, unable to understand, "Haven't your TCM folks now even managed to treat kidney failure?"

Chen Mu shook his head, "Of course not."

Zheng Xin remained skeptical, "Then why are you..."

Chen Mu sighed, "Jiang Xing's pulse is very complicated, even if sent to a Level III hospital, the treatment would primarily involve insulin combined with various antibiotics."

Zheng Xin was unmoved, "Most hospitals treat patients this way."

Chen Mu nodded, "But you can't deny that long-term use of most antibiotics and steroid medications, or long-term IV drips, even if the illness is controlled, the patient's physical condition might end up compromised."

Zheng Xin: "But Dr. Chen, oftentimes, the fact that a patient can survive is already pretty impressive."

Chen Mu pointed outside his office, "But as long as those old professors come, we're confident we can control Jiang Xing's physical indicators using Chinese medicine."

"Without using any steroid medications, within half a month, we can do our best to improve Jiang Xing's physical condition."

Zheng Xin still didn't quite understand, "So even if six professors come to Hai City University, you still can't treat Jiang Xing's kidney failure."

"I'll believe for now in the wonders of Chinese medicine."

"I believe you can control Jiang Xing's condition from worsening in half a month and can improve his physical condition, but what's the point of doing that?"

"After half a month, won't you still have to send Jiang Xing to a Level III hospital for steroid treatment?"

Chen Mu sighed, "Perhaps it's to ensure that Hai City University doesn't have another Yan Zhi."

Zheng Xin could hardly believe his ears, "What?"

"Surely you see Yan Zhi's physical condition, no resistance, collapsing at the slightest breeze."

"We're trying to gain this half-month period to help Jiang Xing receive systematic treatment, so he can live like a normal person and not become another Yan Zhi."

Before Chen Mu could finish.

A frail, slender figure appeared at the door of the school infirmary.

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