"Dr. Chen, what’s the situation with this student?"
"Dr. Chen, have you done a preliminary examination for this student?"
"Is it ascites?"
"Bowel obstruction?"
"Dr. Chen, can I take this student’s pulse?"
A group of people in white coats stared eagerly at the boy with a big belly behind Chen Mu, their eyes gleaming with excitent.
The boy who ca back with Chen Mu.
Seeing the deanor of these white coats, suddenly clung to the door fra.
He refused to enter the school clinic no matter what.
Chen Mu turned his head and looked at him.
Faced with Chen Mu’s curious gaze, the boy showed a weak expression: "Dr. Chen, maybe I should just take the school ambulance to the hospital, I’m a bit scared of this school clinic..."
This group of people in white coats smiled so creepily!
The way they looked at him made him feel like his days were numbered.
Chen Mu was helpless.
He turned his head and fiercely warned the group of people in white coats behind him, hoping they’d tone it down a bit and not scare the student away.
Seeing that they had indeed toned it down.
Only then did Chen Mu helplessly say to the boy, "Student, I assure you, your situation isn’t serious, do you believe ?"
Although the boy was still a bit hesitant.
But after locking eyes with Chen Mu, he nodded slightly, "Alright, I trust you, Dr. Chen..."
Chen Mu coaxed the person into the school clinic.
Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.
He took out an ID card from his pocket and handed it to the white coat behind him.
"This is the patient’s ID card, can soone help write an electronic dical record?"
The white coat nearest to Chen Mu took the boy’s ID card.
The ID card was swiped on the card reader.
The person in the white coat said, "Dr. Chen, this student is nad Lin Ming."
Chen Mu nodded.
After helping the patient sit down.
Chen Mu found a new bagged trash can and handed it to Lin Ming: "Hold this!"
"Ah, okay, Dr. Chen..."
Lin Ming, confused, took the trash can that Chen Mu handed over.
Holding it in his hands.
The person writing the dical record in the white coat looked over at Chen Mu and Lin Ming, "Dr. Chen, can I ask, what is this student’s condition?"
"Ugh—"
"Ugh—"
"Ugh!!!"
Without any warning.
Chen Mu inserted two Silver Needles into Lin Ming’s acupoints.
At the sa ti.
Lin Ming couldn’t control his body at all and bent over the trash can, vomiting heavily.
In just a few seconds.
The sll of acrid vomit filled the entire school clinic.
The people in white coats all changed their expressions.
So opened windows.
Others opened doors.
Only Chen Mu, closest to Lin Ming, even had the leisure to change angles to appreciate the vomit that Lin Ming threw up.
Hiss!
In such a short ti, he vomited half a trash can full.
Quite a vomit!
"Should we go see what the patient vomited up?"
It’s unclear which of the white coats spoke first.
But at least his suggestion was approved by his companions.
"Yes, yes! Maybe we can find the cause of the illness in the patient’s vomit!"
"Co to think of it, Dr. Chen’s treatnt thod was correct."
"After he vomited, his stomach obviously shrunk, didn’t it?"
"That basically confirms that this student’s condition should be simple indigestion..."
With that.
A group of white coats gathered beside Lin Ming.
They carefully observed the trash can in Lin Ming’s hands.
Even though Lin Ming was still vomiting, no one showed any disdain.
Chen Mu, watching these oblivious students, couldn’t help but sigh, "So many people, and no one knows to bring the patient a cup of warm water to rinse his mouth?"
The white coats: "!!!"
Those who reacted quickly, imdiately darted from the crowd: "Dr. Chen, I’ll go prepare it for the patient now!"
Chen Mu continued to shake his head, continuing to sigh.
—
"Dr. Chen’s expression now reminds of my forr horoom teachers and their classic lines in my student days..."
"I think I know what it is? ’You’re the worst class I’ve ever taught,’ right!!!"
"Hahaha!!! So that’s it, our past horoom teachers used to say the sa thing!"
"Being a doctor is really tough, having to get close to examine the patient’s vomit..."
"That’s tough? Our proctology departnt hasn’t even spoken up yet. At least they’re dealing with vomit, but since my internship, what I’ve faced most often are various lumps of s**t!"
"Work a little longer, you’ll get used to it. As a proctology departnt attending physician, I can now eat while discussing cases with colleagues."
"..."
—
"In his vomit, why is there only one type of food, all instant noodles?"
A white coat looked at the patient’s vomit.
When raising his head again, he couldn’t help but cast a disapproving glance at Chen Mu: "Dr. Chen, is the food at your school really expensive?"
"Why don’t students eat properly, their stomachs are full of instant noodles?"
Chen Mu was speechless: "I can’t say Hai City University’s cafeteria prices are the cheapest, but generally a al of four dishes and a soup won’t exceed ten yuan, which should be considered a standard price."
Those who had been questioning Chen Mu earlier awkwardly nodded, "Normal, very normal..."
"No, at our school, can ten yuan really get us four dishes and a soup?"
"Maybe enough for two dishes and a soup, but the soup would be the wash pot water from the school’s cafeteria?"
While Chen Mu was about to wait for them to continue probing the patient’s situation.
Suddenly.
A white coat, looking thoughtful, said to Chen Mu, "Dr. Chen, will Hai City University offer a Traditional Chinese dicine program?"
"Or, do I have a chance to beco your graduate student, or PhD student?"
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