"Pain should be expected, with cold sweat on his forehead, but it doesn't affect his good sleep."
"Doesn't he also have a mild concussion? Could the mild concussion be causing his sudden drowsiness?"
"By looking at Dr. Chen's expression, He Congming's sleep likely has nothing to do with the illness. This guy just has a carefree heart."
"..."
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Su Bingbing was sitting right next to Chen Mu.
She was smiling while watching He Congming, who had fallen asleep, and sincerely remarked, "Honestly, I have a friend with depression. If he had even half of He Congming's carefree attitude, he might have already recovered by now."
Chen Mu sighed, "Even at a place like Hai City University, full of talented people, He Congming is a rare talent."
This was how the conversation went.
But hearing what Su Bingbing mentioned earlier, Chen Mu couldn't help but think of himself a few years ago.
If he had the same relaxed mindset back then as He Congming...
