"Pfft—"
Inside the room.
Not sure who first lost control of their laughter.
The laughter in the room gradually evolved from a few people chuckling with covered mouths to a group of people bursting into laughter.
The boy lying on the hospital bed once again reached for the quilt beside him.
But before he could cover his face with the quilt.
A hand intercepted him halfway.
The boy looked up to see Chen Mu with a smirk he couldn't suppress, "Classmate, you're suffering from heat stroke now, covering your head will worsen your condition."
The boy: "..."
Looking at Chen Mu.
The boy forced a bit of sound from his throat, "Doctor, could you have misdiagnosed me? I really didn't watch any videos last night..."
Without thinking, Chen Mu frowned, "How could I possibly be wrong? I've practiced medicine for many years and have never..."
Before he could finish.
Chen Mu saw the boy looking behind him with a nearly hopeless gaze.
Following the boy's gaze, he turned around.
