Just listening to what Mu Yao was saying.
Chen Mu almost couldn't catch his breath.
If he had the ability,
Chen Mu wished he could fly to the apartment immediately to see if the patient was still alive.
Looking at the car roof,
Chen Mu felt that his career might really be over this time.
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"Hiss! Even through the screen, I can feel Dr. Chen's despair at this moment."
"How can he not be desperate? If there's a fatality, Dr. Chen and acupuncture might have to take the blame for these fragile university students."
"Isn't acupuncture supposed to be performed by professionals?"
"That's for others. In some places, people do acupuncture or moxibustion on themselves at home, though moxibustion is more common and less risky."
"Those who do acupuncture on themselves may not have medical licenses, but they do know something, which is different from those who dare to try it after just reading a book!"
"Don't say that. I feel like Dr. Chen might really resign this time..."
