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Chapter 165: I’m allergic to chicken, but I still dare to drink ginseng chicken soup?

Depend on!

Is there really going to be a medical accident during the live broadcast?

Chen Mu's head was buzzing.

Faster than thought.

It's Chen Mu's speed.

This idea has just appeared in Chen Mu's mind, and Chen Mu himself has squatted beside the patient and puts his pulse for the patient.

"Dr. Chen!"

The graduate student who was taking the patient's pulse saw Chen Mu suddenly squatting next to him.

His eyes instantly became moist.

"Dr. Chen, I have tried to induce vomiting using conventional vomiting methods!"

"But this patient never showed any signs of awakening!"

Graduate said.

The expectations of expectation could not help falling on Chen Mu's body.

Chen Mu didn't answer him.

After feeling the pulse, he silently picked up the patient's other hand and continued to feel the pulse.

See this scene.

The graduate student blinked, closed his mouth, and held his breath.

I see graduate students reacting like this.

In the corridor of the dormitory building, the college students who were watching did not dare to say a word.

In a very short time.

In the corridor of the dormitory building.

It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop clearly.

After Chen Mu felt the patient's pulse.

Raising his hand and taking off the patient's shoes.

Began to continue touching the pulse.

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"Brothers, I know the pulse on the neck can be checked. Can the pulse on the ankle be checked as well?"

"For Chinese medicine, as long as the pulse is detected, it can be checked. But when Dr. Chen did this, I feel very panicked now."

"Can you not panic? Why do I think Dr. Chen wants to determine where the toxins in his body have gone?"

"Can this be like this?"

"A good Chinese medicine doctor is equivalent to a walking X-ray machine, but there are very few people who can achieve this level."

"Sometimes, it's not that Chinese medicine is not inherited, but that many things are too complicated and require talent. My master is a very powerful Chinese medicine doctor, but the level of our entire sect is not as good as my master alone. "

"..."

—

"Take his clothes off and take a look."

Chen Mu released the patient's ankle.

The expression is unprecedentedly complicated.

The graduate student quickly lifted the patient's shirt, "How could..."

on the patient.

Dense red dots have appeared.

Chen Mu's expression is even more serious.

"Use your needle, use it for me."

The graduate student quickly handed the silver needle in his hand to Chen Mu.

I saw.

Chen Mu inserted a needle into an acupuncture point of the patient.

The patient's mouth turned into a sausage mouth at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the corridor of the dormitory building.

There were gasps from the onlookers.

The graduate student exclaimed: "Is this an allergic reaction?"

“Is he allergic to pokeweed?”

Chen Mu shook his head, "I don't rule out the possibility of being allergic to pokeweed, but I'm more inclined to think that he has other allergens."

"It is precisely because he has other allergens, and you have no way to vomit."

Chen Mu raised his hand.

The graduate student respectfully presented the silver needle.

he knows.

Under normal circumstances, Chen Mu would just treat the patient directly.

There is no need for so many explanations.

The reason why Chen Mu talked so much before performing the acupuncture was mainly to answer his questions.

I saw that Chen Mu was inserted behind the patient's neck.

The graduate student silently picked up the phone and took a photo.

Ready to go back to practice hands with fake people.

Chen Mu administered several more needles. The patient's chest begins to rise and fall continuously.

After a few seconds.

The patient said "Wow" and vomited it out!

The graduate student's eyes widened in disbelief. So acupuncture can still be used in this way?

Chen Mu turned his head.

Then I saw a crowd of melon-eating people in the corridor.

He simply shouted in the direction of the crowd, "Is anyone in the same class as these students?"

"If yes, please give the contact information of your counselor to Reporter Su."

"Reporter Su, please help ask, does this classmate know what the classmate is called?"

The boy who was shouting for chicken soup just now walked over with red and swollen eyes.

My mood has stabilized a lot.

Holding his mobile phone and walking to Chen Mu, "Dr. Chen, this buddy is Gao Yuan, I will now give our counselor's contact information to the reporter Su."

Chen Mu nodded.

Just as he was about to continue the acupuncture, the cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang violently.

Pick up your phone.

Seeing that it was an unfamiliar number, Chen Mu subconsciously wanted to hang up.

But after seeing that it was a local number, Chen Mu sighed and started to answer the call, "Hello, hello, I'm Chen Mu."

just in case.

Is this a student helpline?

The person on the other side of the phone saw Chen Mu answering the phone in the live broadcast, and he breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously, "Hello, Dr. Chen, I am the counselor of classmate Gao Yuan, and my surname is Gao."

"Is such that."

"I just searched the personal information of Gao Yuan in the school system."

"Takato-kun is allergic to chicken."

Chen Mu was not in a good mood, "Didn't you provide basic safety education to your students?"

"You know you're allergic to chicken, but you still drink ginseng chicken soup?"

The counselor over the mobile phone did not dare to touch Chen Mu's obscure at this time.

He just defended in a low voice: "When the school started, I already took last year's negative teaching materials and emphasized them to all the students. I didn't expect such a thing to happen again..."

"Dr. Chen, I promise you."

"When Gao Yuan recovers, I will definitely criticize and educate Gao Yuan!"

Chen Mu was helpless: "If you take the initiative to call me, it means you are watching the live broadcast."

"Please contact the parents of a few classmates first. If it is convenient, I hope you can go to the hospital to take over a few classmates in your class."

"If it's inconvenient, you must remember to contact the vice principal or secretary."

"The school will arrange other teachers to be responsible for the medical treatment of these students."

The counselor on the other side of the phone: "Convenient, convenient, I'll be there soon. Dr. Chen, please be busy first..."

Got hung up on.

Chen Mu once again gave the patient a pulse.

After confirming that the patient's condition was no longer as serious as before, Chen Mu administered two more injections.

"vomit!"

"vomit!"

The patient is lying on a trash can.

The vomiting became even more pleasurable.

Two or three minutes later.

The patient had vomited until he became conscious.

Chen Mu handed the patient a bottle of mineral water to rinse his mouth.

Seeing the patient lying on the trash can, vomiting snot and tears.

Chen Mu squatted beside the patient.

Looking at the patient with leisurely eyes, "Gao Yuan, I think I need a reasonable explanation."

"Your personal information has already entered chicken allergy."

"It shows that you are aware of your allergens. Why do people who know that they are allergic to chicken drink samgyetang?"

Takato-san was vomiting and gargling at the same time.

When he heard Chen Mu's question, he was more wronged.

"I refused at first."

"Later my roommate told me that the soup was made from a pot of ginseng, and it would be fine if I took a few sips."

"Even if I'm allergic to chicken, wouldn't there still be that pot of ginseng?"

"Ginseng will definitely help me relieve my symptoms of allergies ..."

"vomit!"

Gao Yuan dug into the trash can and felt like he was about to vomit out his stomach.

"I didn't expect that a whole pot of ginseng wouldn't relieve my allergy symptoms!"

(End of this chapter)