"Wow!"
As Chen Mu and Yan Zhi were talking.
Zheng Xin followed Bingbing into the room. Seeing the overwhelming number of medical records and examination reports on Chen Mu's desk, he couldn't help but exclaim.
He winked at Chen Mu, "What's up, have you encountered some rare illness that made you dig out all the files from the university hospital?"
"Do you need to admit that your medical skills aren't as good as mine? If you admit it, I can reluctantly lend you a hand, how about it?"
Chen Mu looked at Zheng Xin's unserious demeanor.
Suddenly, his headache worsened, "Zheng Xin, I need to remind you, what's on the table isn't from the university hospital, but the past medical records of the same individual."
"Huh?" Zheng Xin, who had been cocky just a second ago, turned dumbfounded upon hearing Chen Mu's words.
He rushed forward, moving to the desk, and started flipping through the medical records.
