"Dr. Chen, calm down a bit. It's not like being anxious will do any good."
Mu Yao was sending a message to Su Bingbing on her phone.
When she looked up, she noticed Chen Mu standing behind her, looking a bit peculiar.
Being rather considerate, she said, "Being anxious won't help now; you'll have to wait until you see the patient to be of any use."
At this point,
Mu Yao might have felt that she was being too optimistic.
She added a sentence.
Mu Yao: "However, even if you get there, there's no guarantee you'll have a chance to show your skills, or that the person is even alive."
Chen Mu: "..."
He raised his hand,
and pinched the bridge of his nose.
—
"Watched the live broadcast for so long, and it's the first time I've realized Dr. Mu is so articulate."
"She's really something; the fragile college student was only in some danger, but she nearly sent them to the crematorium with her words!"
"Dr. Chen: When you're heading to the crematorium, take me along for the ride."
