"Dr. Chen, do you have the phone number for the funeral home?"
Chen Mu was still staring blankly in the direction where He Congming and Lan Lan had left.
Suddenly.
A voice from behind made Chen Mu break out in a cold sweat.
Chen Mu turned his head, staring intensely at Mu Yao who had spoken: "What nonsense are you barking about?"
"Dr. Chen, why did you suddenly start swearing?"
Chen Mu snorted coldly: "Dr. Mu, don't forget, we're still live-streaming!"
"What if something really happens to that student?"
"Just because of what you just said, the student's parents and the patient's family, might hold you accountable, don't you think?"
Mu Yao opened her mouth, dumbfounded.
Thinking carefully, what Chen Mu said wasn't entirely impossible.
Seeing Mu Yao's bewildered expression.
Chen Mu didn't pursue the matter further, only said: "In the future, when you finish your PhD, you'll definitely still need to go into clinical practice."
