After a brief psychological struggle.
Chen Mu felt it was necessary to test He Congming.
"He Congming, aren't you going with He Zhiwen for the check-up?"
He Congming shook his head.
Continuing to type on his phone.
Chen Mu turned his head and took an ibuprofen from his medicine cabinet.
He didn't know what was wrong with He Congming.
He only knew that if he didn't take some medicine now, he might not be able to hold on later!
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"Da Congming, maybe get a different doctor for the check-up, I really feel for Dr. Chen."
"Is there no medical graduate to apply for the school doctor position at Hai City University? Give our Dr. Chen a break!"
"The school doctor at our university gives a School Hospital Referral Form for every illness, sending students to the hospital. If Dr. Chen did the same, his job might be easier."
"With the kind of feng shui at Hai City University, Dr. Chen's job might be easier, but those fragile students might not survive to get off the ambulance."
