University Doctor and His Fragile Patients

Chapter 589 - 467: Is This What You Call a Critical Coma Patient?

"Old Zheng!"

Chen Mu just glanced in the direction of Zheng Xin.

As long-time friends, just a look was enough for Zheng Xin to roughly understand Chen Mu’s intention and purpose.

Nodding, he said, "I’ll hand the patient over to the ambulance at the emergency center, then I’m off duty."

"On my way home, I’ll contact my dad and have him check why the boys’ dorm still has electricity in the middle of the night."

As Zheng Xin’s soft voice trailed off.

Outside the first dorm building.

There was an instant clamoring.

"Dr. Chen and Dr. Zheng are really cruel!"

"Having electricity at midnight is also part of our healthy university life!"

"Are you sure we really have a healthy life? I didn’t miss a word just now of what Dr. Chen said; this guy’s got a ton of problems!"

"This guy is him, and I am me. Even if we’re at the same school, our living habits are different!"

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"Ding! Newcomer’s card in the live stream room! I can’t make sense of this. Why contact Dr. Zheng’s dad? Could it be that his dad can deal with these fragile uni students?"

"Maybe Dr. Zheng’s dad is an electrician?"

"???"

"Haha! I knew it, this live stream room is full of talent. Even Dr. Zheng probably didn’t expect to see his dad listed as an electrician at Hai City University here."

"Dr. Zheng’s father is the vice principal of Hai City University. He can, of course, check the school’s electricity usage!"

"With such a background, no wonder this group of fragile students had such big reactions just now."

"Those who came later seemed unfazed. It must be these guys from the first dorm stealing electricity!"

"Tsk! They really have no self-awareness. The whole of Hai City University, and only the students in the first dorm shouldn’t steal electricity!"

"Huh? Why?!"

"The feng shui of the first dorm is already so wicked. At times like this, if you don’t maintain a healthy schedule and avoid tempting fate, aren’t you just itching to shorten your life?!"

"That makes a lot of sense!"

"Here’s something interesting, lately ’Approaching Science’ has been replaying during the day..."

"..."

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Hearing the students’ loud calls and shouts.

Zheng Xin glanced jokingly towards Chen Mu, "Their reactions are so big, they must have done something sneaky!"

Chen Mu was still administering acupuncture to the patient.

While needling, he sighed and said, "This one often drinks coffee and strong tea, has terrible habits, often stays up all night, probably playing games overnight for extended periods, continuously..."

The fragile students who were eavesdropping: "..."

They just quietly glanced at the patient’s roommate’s overly shocked expression.

They could guess.

Chen Mu just mentioned the patient’s lifestyle, dietary habits, routine.

Almost every item.

Matched the patient.

Many students with poor routines quietly felt their pulses.

Completely bewildered.

Isn’t this just to feel if you’re still alive?

How can you see so much information from it?

Could it be?

This isn’t traditional Chinese medicine, but mysticism?

Too bad Chen Mu couldn’t hear these students’ inner thoughts, otherwise he might have slightly agreed.

After all, besides conventional Chinese medicine in this world.

There’s also a very niche group, Daoist medicine.

Just like in many protagonist urban novels, the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles aren’t completely fictional.

However, those who know it typically don’t have a practicing license.

Upon hearing Chen Mu’s conclusion, Zheng Xin smirked, "These fragile students have poor health for a reason."

"If there’s time, we should suggest to the school to add a night shift for dorm managers, as the school should try to control these students staying up all night."

After all, Zheng Xin also came from Hai City University.

Many ingrained thoughts.

Are quite similar to the faculty members at Hai City University.

Though.

The school can’t always shelter these guys.

But as long as they’re still at school, we always want to manage them as much as possible.

Even if.

It’s just restricting them to rest on time, such a simple thing.

Maybe when they graduate and face a busy workload, they might miss their university days of sleeping recklessly.

Chen Mu, being quite familiar with Zheng Xin.

Shook his head helplessly at Zheng Xin’s words, "Dr. Zheng, saying things like that on camera, watch out for those fragile students whispering curses at you when the lights go out!"

From the perspective of a doctor.

Chen Mu certainly understands Zheng Xin’s well-meaning intentions.

But many times.

Even if it’s well-intentioned, it doesn’t mean people will appreciate it.

Zheng Xin chuckled, "So what? If someone suggested the school check the dorm when I was gaming all night, I would’ve cursed even harsher than these kids!"

Even though the two weren’t from the same school.

Just recalling, the begrudging times together on the night shift back then.

Chen Mu couldn’t help but smile: "If others say this, I might think they’re being modest, but if you say it, I only think it’s something you could actually do..."

Zheng Xin: "Haha!"

Again, a needle was inserted.

The patient’s previously pale complexion surprisingly gained a hint of rosiness.

And the coughing up blood issue that Zheng Xin couldn’t solve previously stopped as well.