Chen Mu silently got up and made space, "I'm not skilled enough, Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles, please?"
"Doctor, I'm sorry!"
"I'm just joking!"
Chen Mu couldn't be bothered with this guy anymore, his hand gently rested on the patient's wrist to take the pulse.
A moment later,
his expression became even more serious.
His initial judgment wasn't wrong, this student might have injured internal organs.
It seems that after today, Hai City University's rules will have another addition.
Broken mops are strictly forbidden in the dormitory.
"Dr. Chen, his condition seems to be worsening..."
Su Bingbing moved closer to Chen Mu and whispered.
"When I first spoke with him, his mental state seemed to be significantly improving, but now..."
Su Bingbing glanced in the direction of the patient, looking even more complex.
Chen Mu sighed softly, "Now, even as his goddess, you may not be able to sustain his vitality, Su Bingbing, you've done very well, step aside."
