Handed the phone back to He Congming.
Awkwardly, he scratched a magical castle out of the floor with his toes!
To make himself appear less awkward.
Chen Mu began to stare at He Congming.
But the more he stared.
Chen Mu noticed sothing was off, why was He Congming avoiding his gaze?
As if he had a guilty conscience about sothing?
This thought had barely ford in Chen Mu's mind before it ran wild.
Chen Mu recalled the way He Congming had been making "woo woo woo" sounds and gesturing frantically in front of him during the past half hour.
He rembered.
Previously, when He Congming accidentally ingested rat poison, he could still say a word or two.
How co just a few hours later,
He Congming, who could still make sounds, was now completely unable to speak?
Thinking this,
Chen Mu's gaze at He Congming beca more aningful.
And as for He Congming himself,
Maybe out of a guilty conscience, he avoided Chen Mu's piercing eyes.
—
"Guys, isn't he just returning a phone? Why do I feel there's sothing off between Dr. Chen and He Congming?"
"They just made eye contact for a mont, why is Da Congming so guilty?"
"Let raise my hand! I know the answer. I acted the sa way as Da Congming when I didn't avoid certain foods while taking traditional Chinese dicine!"
"???"
"So, does this an Da Congming ssed up again???"
"I still can't figure it out; it seems like Dr. Chen just glanced at Da Congming. How on earth did Dr. Chen notice sothing was wrong with him?"
"Is this what they ant by traditional Chinese dicine face-reading?"
"Let say it again! Not all traditional Chinese dicine practitioners read fortunes! Oh, I misspoke, let try again, not all traditional Chinese dicine practitioners read faces!"
"What to do, after that explanation from the guy in front, I'm seriously starting to believe traditional Chinese dicine practitioners can read fortunes?!"
"..."
—
Chen Mu squinted his eyes.
He pointed to the phone in He Congming's hand.
Signaled that He Congming could use the phone to type, just like before, to communicate with him.
Chen Mu: "He Congming, I rember, after you ate the rat poison, you could still talk. How did your voice suddenly beco this severe?"
He Congming's expression was sowhat evasive.
Chen Mu held his chin, thoughtfully: "Could it be that when they inserted the gastric tube, it made your throat worse?"
While He Congming was still thinking of an excuse.
Upon hearing what Chen Mu said, his eyes lit up noticeably.
He promptly nodded.
His fingers flew over the phone's keyboard.
"Dr. Chen, I've never t anyone smarter than you in my life!"
"That's exactly it!"
"The gastric lavage made my throat worse!"
Seeing the words on He Congming's phone screen,
Chen Mu let out a cold snort, looking displeased.
He said: "So that's how it is, then the hospital doctor should have prescribed anti-inflammatory dicine for your throat."
"How about this."
"Now there are a few professors at the school helping look after the patients."
"I'll go back to the dorm with you and check if the dicine they prescribed suits your current condition."
As Chen Mu finished speaking,
A visible drop of cold sweat ran down the side of He Congming's head.
Facing Chen Mu,
He Congming forced a smile that was awkward beyond asure.
He lowered his head.
Typed on his phone again: "Dr. Chen, you've worked so hard, I don't want to trouble you with sothing so small."
"Besides, I have other things later, so I'm not going back to the dorm."
Chen Mu was about to continue questioning.
Then a WeChat notification suddenly sounded from the phone.
Seeing the unfamiliar profile picture on the phone screen.
Chen Mu, who had forgotten to add notes to people, was racking his brain trying to rember when he added this person.
Then he saw the other person send a few pictures.
Inside,
Was He Congming hugging a large bottle of Pepsi, drinking it while binge-watching shows.
—
"???"
"Can soone with dical knowledge explain what kind of behavior it is to drink soda with a throat burn, like what He Congming did?"
"As a dical student, I can say it's called self-destruction, the kind of patient I'd want to slap twice in the outpatient clinic!"
"No wonder He Congming shrunk back at just a glance from Dr. Chen, turned out he was doing sothing he didn't want the doctor to know about!"
"I rember who this profile belongs to, isn't this He Congming's roommate? Because Da Congming is such a troublemaker, his roommate specifically ca back to add Dr. Chen on WeChat."
"Pity, being He Congming's roommate, it's really a bit unlucky; taking such care of him is like raising a son in the dorm, what's the difference?"
"As everyone knows, every roommate in your college dorm will be your godfather for your four years in university!"
"..."
—
Chen Mu showed the photos to He Congming.
He Congming looked at them with incredulity, eyes wide open.
Unable to figure out,
How he was caught drinking soda in the dorm by Dr. Chen.
He held the phone, looking down.
Just as he was about to type out an explanation, he heard Chen Mu's cold voice from above.
"Later, I will contact your counselor to get in touch with your parents and have a good talk with them about your behavior at school."
After saying this,
Chen Mu didn't give He Congming a chance to explain.
With a cold face,
He swept away.
—
"How co Dr. Chen, being a doctor, has such a poor attitude towards his patients?"
"If I were a doctor and encountered a patient like He Congming, my attitude would only be worse than Dr. Chen's."
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