"Sob sob... Cries for Dr. Chen..."
"If only Dr. Chen had been two minutes earlier, he could have gone off duty!"
"Dr. Chen: Does this life look tough?! I've been living it for two or three years now!"
"Heartbroken listeners, tearful hearers!"
"Although I know you're concerned that Dr. Chen can't leave work, at this moment, maybe care a little about the patient himself..."
"Yeah, falling from the fourth floor, is this person still alive?"
"..."
—
Chen Mu was speechless for less than half a second.
He stretched his long legs and quickly sprinted to the back of the apartment building.
"What's going on?"
"Was it suicide?"
The boy who came to give the report was right next to Chen Mu.
Hearing Chen Mu's question, the boy shook his head, "It's not suicide, it's about not having keys."
"Huh?"
Chen Mu saw the patient and communicated a few words.
Chen Mu breathed a sigh of relief—the patient's consciousness was clear.
