"Put your hand here."
Chen Mu pointed to the armrest in front of him.
At first, Chen Mu really didn't take Mi Tingting's stomach ache seriously.
College students at this age have just learned to have dietary autonomy.
The junk food that their family usually doesn't let them eat becomes like it's free when they get to school, they just stuff it into their stomachs.
So many students more or less have a bit of a stomach problem.
Before feeling Mi Tingting's pulse, Chen Mu thought she wouldn't be much different from other students, at most having some stomach issues.
But when he felt Mi Tingting's pulse.
Chen Mu's expression involuntarily turned serious.
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"Guys! Mi Tingting is in danger!"
"Let's hope it's not that bad! This girl doesn't even spare money for filling a tooth. If she finds out she has a disease, where would she find the heart to spend money on treatment..."
