Chen Mu looked at Shen Yan, who appeared utterly embarrassed.
With a sense of helplessness, he said, "You're a university student, how can you still be dabbling in superstitions?"
Listening to Chen Mu's mockery,
If he wasn't strapped down,
Shen Yan would likely have jumped out of the hospital bed to fight Chen Mu.
"What does believing in superstitions have to do with going to university?!"
Chen Mu tilted his head to look at him, "When you were hanging around the university medical room for attention, you didn't consider these superstitions at all."
Shen Yan was on the verge of tears, "That's why I'm lying here now, Dr. Chen!"
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"If Shen Yan had another chance, he might have slapped his own face for seeking attention in the university hospital, right?!"
"That platelet case 1 at least didn't have kidney or stomach problems; his was far worse than the previous one!"
"I didn't want military training and faked illness, but now I'm heading back to military training..."
