After Qiao Jintang finished answering.
Chen Mu just responded with a faint "Hmm".
And continued typing out Qiao Jintang's medical record.
Qiao Jintang became even more restless.
—
"This is killing me, Dr. Chen, stop writing the medical record and look at your patient already, they're about to die of embarrassment!"
"This girl, really, even with the three-room apartment thing, she's still toughing it out!"
"So has anyone figured out what exactly this girl is suffering from?"
"To be honest, based on just the symptoms Dr. Chen mentioned, the range is actually quite broad."
"Yes, that's also why when you're sick and go to the hospital, they need to check off possibilities one by one. Many symptoms are common to most illnesses."
"..."
—
"Let me first explain your situation to you."
About half a minute later.
Chen Mu finally took his hands off the keyboard.
But still didn't turn his gaze towards Qiao Jintang.
