Every time the intern doctor spoke,
they could clearly see Chen Mu in front of them, frowning more and more deeply.
In the end,
the intern didn't even dare to look at Chen Mu's eyes, cautiously saying, "Dr. Chen, did I misdiagnose..."
Looking at the intern's helpless appearance,
Chen Mu shook his head, "I'm not sure; we'll need to see the patient in person to get a better idea."
"How is the patient's flatulence? Did you ask?"
The intern nodded, "I asked. It's roughly the same as the time of constipation, no bowel movements, and no flatulence either."
Listening to the intern's words,
Chen Mu paused, "When I came, I saw Dr. Zheng Xin didn't have much work. Why didn't you ask Dr. Zheng Xin for answers?"
The intern lowered their head, not daring to speak.
After a while,
seemingly unable to withstand Chen Mu's gaze, they spoke in a voice as small as a mosquito's, "I thought...Dr. Zheng Xin seemed a bit too serious..."
