Seeing Chen Mu’s overly shocked expression.
The white coat beside him also got a bit curious, "Dr. Chen, are you a fan of an outdated singer too?"
Chen Mu touched his chin, "I wouldn’t say I’m a fan..."
White coat: "Oh."
Chen Mu: "But to shalessly put it, I grew up listening to his songs!"
The white coat was about to say another "Oh," when Driver He laughed from the front, "I also grew up listening to his songs."
Chen Mu: "???
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"It’s one thing for Dr. Chen, but Driver He, you’re a man in your forties or fifties, do you have the nerve to say that?"
"Listening from youth to middle age, it’s also growing up with an outdated singer’s songs!"
"By that logic, if my grandpa listened to this outdated singer from middle age to old age, does that count as growing up with his songs too?!"
"Fine, fine, so you’ve suddenly found an idol for your grandpa?"
"Soone should remind Dr. Chen, if he really wants to go to the concert, he could ask my wife! She’s definitely got a way!"
"Oh right, my wife, being such a national goddess, just a word to the manager and she could get tickets, and the best seats at that."
"Is Dr. Chen’s issue really concert tickets? Even if he gets them, once the fragile university student makes a call, wouldn’t he still have to sit in the ambulance?"
"Hiss! Makes sense!"
"..."
—
Driver He kept driving with a sidelong glance at a few people in the back seat.
He chuckled twice but didn’t add anything more.
"Speaking of which, Dr. Chen, wasn’t there a similar case at the school a few years ago?"
"I rember I was also driving the campus ambulance then, wasn’t that student also in trouble because he got concert tickets?"
Chen Mu nodded, "Although the cause was getting overly excited over concert tickets, the illnesses differed a bit."
"How so?" Driver He only rembered such a thing had happened but didn’t recall specifics as clearly as Chen Mu.
He was just a driver.
His job was always to safely deliver patients and doctors to their destinations.
Chen Mu: "This one was a brain hemorrhage; back then, it was soone getting too excited, getting up to twist to a girl group’s tune, and throwing his back out, eventually needing surgery to recover."
Driver He was silent for a mont, "Dr. Chen, why do I rember that student back then was a male?"
"A guy, dancing to girl group songs?"
Hearing Driver He’s doubtful tone, Chen Mu gave a dismissive eye roll, "Driver He, that’s just showing how little you know!"
Driver He: "???
Chen Mu propped his chin, pondering, "So guys dance to girl group songs even more seductively than the girls themselves."
Driver He: "Huh?"
Driver He had never witnessed such a scene and was about to ask for more details, but as soon as the car stopped, the person sitting in the back grabbed their dical kit and stretcher and rushed out of the campus ambulance.
"Dr. Chen?" At the entrance of Dormitory No. 1, Chen Mu hadn’t waited for his contact but saw Mu Yao holding a dical kit.
Only then did Chen Mu rember.
Mu Yao was previously at Dormitory No. 1 to clean the wounds for a guy who sat on a cactus.
Seeing Mu Yao, Chen Mu instinctively asked, "How’s your patient doing?"
Mu Yao: "The wound has been cleaned, and his roommate will take him to the campus hospital for an anti-inflammatory IV later. He might not be able to sit for classes these days, so he’ll need a leave note."
Chen Mu nodded: "You handle those, and get the leave note signed by his advisor."
Staring at the empty entrance of the male dormitory, Chen Mu frowned once more, pulled out his phone, and called back the previous number, "Where’s your contact?"
"If no one can co down, at least tell which dorm room the patient is in!"
Before Chen Mu finished speaking.
The call was hung up.
Just as Chen Mu was getting so angry that veins were popping on his forehead, a chubby boy ran out of Dormitory No. 1, gasping for breath, "Sorry Dr. Chen, I just caught the guy who stole my kettle and got into an argunt, so it took so ti."
Chen Mu: "Lead the way..."
Chubby boy: "Alright! Dr. Chen!"
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"As fellow students, the worst are the kettle thieves. How much does a kettle cost anyway? I don’t get why soone would take others’ stuff!"
"As a forr kettle thief, let explain: my kettle got stolen too, and I needed hot water, so..."
"Whoever stole your kettle, go after them! Hurting innocent people is no skill!"
"It’s not that I didn’t want revenge on the kettle thief, I just couldn’t find them, okay?"
"Alright, alright!!! So you joined them cause you couldn’t beat them, right?"
"The craziest thing isn’t soone stealing my kettle, but soone pouring out the hot water in it. Dude, you’re already in the hot water room, would getting your own kill you?"
"Fun fact: in so schools, a kettle of hot water costs one or two bucks, quite pricey..."
"..."
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"Dr. Chen, when I ca down, my roommate seed to be regaining so consciousness, but when we talked to him, he ignored us."
"What do you think it ans? Could it be because he snagged a ticket, he now looks down on us who can’t go to the concert?"
Chen Mu paused mid-step.
Staring at the chubby boy’s expression, filled with disbelief.
If it weren’t illegal.
Chen Mu really wanted to know, in people like the chubby boy.
Just what kind of structure their brain had.
Why could they always say such, baffling things?
Mu Yao, unable to bear it, rolled her eyes and spoke up, "Classmate, is it possible your roommate injured his brain?"
"In an altered state of consciousness, even if he opens his eyes, it doesn’t an he’s capable of talking with you."
The chubby boy suddenly realized, nodding his head, "There’s such an explanation, doctor, you think he’ll be well in a month?"
Chen Mu: "Hard to say..."
"Only after a proper examination of the patient can we give a conclusion."
"But..."
Chen Mu glanced at the chubby boy again, "Why ask like that? Specifically a month?"
"Any issue with the timing?"
The chubby boy led the way while vigorously nodding: "Of course timing matters, and it’s a big deal!"
"In ten or twenty days, the outdated singer will hold the concert!"
Chen Mu: "????"
He just felt like the next words from this chubby boy wouldn’t be anything good.
Chubby boy: "I’m just thinking, since we’re housemates, if he can’t go, he might as well give the ticket."
"Then I’ll listen to it live and tell him how good it was when I return."
Chen Mu: "No money for the ticket?"
Chubby boy: "We’re all brothers, why talk money, it hurts feelings!"
Chen Mu: "..."
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