"Doctor, I have a psychological issue, taking my pulse won't help!"
Yuan Xiaoquan said, yet he still obediently placed his wrist on the cushion.
When Chen Mu put his hand on Yuan Xiaoquan's wrist, Yuan Xiaoquan became so nervous he didn't dare to breathe.
Chen Mu looked up at him speechlessly, "Relax, the pulse I'm getting might be inaccurate if you're like this."
"Oh..."
Although Yuan Xiaoquan tried hard to relax, any observant person could tell that he was still tense.
Chen Mu sighed lightly.
Just about to speak and advise the kid.
Suddenly.
A hurried sound of footsteps came from outside.
"Dr. Chen!"
"Goddess! I bought breakfast back!"
Before seeing the person, the voice was heard.
The loud voice outside shouted several times before the clinic door was finally forcefully pushed open from the outside.
The guy who volunteered to buy breakfast for Chen Mu this morning rushed into the school clinic, carrying a variety of breakfasts with both hands!
