Complaining.
For Chen Mu right now,
it's almost instinctual.
But when he looked at the resigned eyes of the intern doctor,
Chen Mu knew that as a doctor, he'd said the wrong thing.
Every patient's physique is different, just like every person's constitution is different.
Like what Zheng Xin encountered last night.
A patient ten months pregnant without showing—it's happened before.
He just got too startled too quickly.
Chen Mu sighed, "So, when Zheng Xin got up there yesterday, the mother was already hemorrhaging?"
The intern doctor nodded.
Chen Mu began to understand,
just how helpless Zheng Xin must have felt last night.
He sighed, "Maybe he really needs a good day's rest..."
As for whether the mother survived, that kind of useless question,
Chen Mu didn't ask.
After all,
as the only formally employed physician at the university hospital,
if someone at the school really couldn't be saved and died, he would definitely be the first to be notified.
