"Could I ask, after you ate the chicken tenders, what was your stool like?"
Chen Mu's words had just left his mouth.
The girl's eyes widened involuntarily.
While she was still considering how to answer Chen Mu's awkward question,
she suddenly saw a sea of white, a group of people in white coats gathering around.
The interns from Hai City University of Traditional Medicine were looking at the girl's eyes with shining interest.
One of them, quick to speak,
already asked, "Dr. Chen, why are you suddenly asking such a question? Does this student have some hidden illness that we haven't detected?"
"That shouldn't be the case, right? We've all checked this student's pulse. Even if one person is not skilled enough, it can't be that all of our skills are lacking."
"Stop talking, stop talking. If our skills are really all in question, we'd be embarrassing the school this time!"
Listening to the discussion behind him, which they thought was quiet,
Chen Mu sighed lightly.
