"For someone like He Congming, he needs to learn a lesson. I think Dr. Chen's approach is spot on."

"Those keyboard warriors in the comments, did they forget that Dr. Chen fainted not too long ago himself?"

"..."

—

Chen Mu turned and went to the observation room next door.

Ignoring the glances stealing at him.

He found a bed in the corner.

Took off his shoes.

Lied down.

Just as he was about to start sleeping.

Suddenly.

Chen Mu felt that...

Someone was pulling at the arm he had already tucked under the blanket?!

Chen Mu opened his eyes, slightly horrified.

He saw Mu Yao looking at him somewhat sheepishly, but her eyes were particularly determined.

Mu Yao: "Dr. Chen, you are now my patient under observation. I need to check your pulse to confirm your condition."

Chen Mu closed his eyes.

But extended his hand to Mu Yao.

Mu Yao smiled.

Performed a simple check according to traditional Chinese medicine procedures on Chen Mu.

A moment later.

She got up and quietly informed Su Bingbing: "Reporter Su, Dr. Chen's body is fine, he just needs more rest."

"Take these two bottles of glucose, and if Dr. Chen wants to drink water later, just let him have this."

Su Bingbing glanced down at the glucose infusion in her hand, which looked no different from regular IV fluids.

Nodded.

Mu Yao gave a few more instructions.

Then left.

When Chen Mu woke up.

It was already dark.

In the observation room, aside from him, there were no other patients.

Chen Mu slowly got up to put on his shoes.

Saw Su Bingbing still sitting by his side, he asked: "Reporter Su, what time is it now?"

Su Bingbing: "Dr. Chen, it's seven in the evening."

Chen Mu raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

He'd actually slept for two hours and no one woke him up.

"Is it that there are no patients at the campus hospital tonight?"

Su Bingbing shook her head: "It's the six professors who are covering for you."

Chen Mu: "..."

Su Bingbing pointed at the phone by Chen Mu's bedside, "Dr. Chen, while you were sleeping, someone kept messaging you, sending many texts."

Hearing what Su Bingbing said.

Chen Mu, with some curiosity, picked up his phone.

After opening the chat box.

Chen Mu habitually scrolled to the first message the other person sent.

Only to see!

The other person had sent a picture of vomit.

No!

More than one picture!

Chen Mu scrolled down, the person had sent over a dozen pictures of projectile vomit.

"Ghostly Flames: Lao Chen, I've been in the hospital for half a month, and my vomiting hasn't eased."

"Ghostly Flames: Besides vomiting now, I also have headaches, and I'm seeing double."

"Ghostly Flames: I heard six professors are at our school, can you ask them to have a look at my case?"

Chen Mu rubbed his forehead.

He didn't know how bad the other person's headache was, he only knew his own head was really throbbing!

Sighed.

Began typing on his phone.

"Chen Mu: You can try coming to the campus hospital."

"Ghostly Flames: Lao Chen, turn around, look out the window!"

Chen Mu turned his head.

Saw a man in a patient gown, leaning excitedly against the observation room window on the first floor, waving at him.

Chen Mu raised his hand.

Ready to greet the man.

Then he saw the man suddenly open his mouth.

The next moment.

A large splash of vomit sprayed onto the observation room window of the campus hospital!

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