University Doctor and His Fragile Patients

"But..."

The reckless college student seemed to want to speak before Chen Mu again.

Muttering a couple of feeble excuses.

Mu Yao, who had been watching the spectacle, couldn’t help but step up to the student’s side.

She gently patted his shoulder, "Classmate, you’re the one who knows best how your symptoms started."

Student: "But..."

Instinctively.

Still looking to make an excuse.

But Mu Yao’s voice chimed in at just the right moment.

"I suggest you look at Dr. Chen’s expression before you speak..."

Based on her brief acquaintance with Chen Mu over recent times.

When Chen Mu shows that expression, it generally means he’s losing patience.

At least when Chen Mu hinted at the student’s overall good health, he still seemed kind.

Straying into areas that both parties understood without being too blunt.

He was preserving this fragile student’s dignity.

But if this student continued to dodge Chen Mu’s questions, hiding his situation.

Chen Mu might really stop being so "indirect."

After all.

Before.

Chen Mu was already thinking of the student’s comfort.

Repeatedly suggesting that if personal privacy might be involved, the livestream camera could stay outside.

It was this fragile student who insisted the camera could remain.

Words of defense.

Almost slipped out.

But in the end, the student heeded the advice.

After hearing Mu Yao’s suggestion, he cautiously assessed Chen Mu’s expression.

Then.

Quickly changed the topic.

"Dr. Chen, what’s the difference between day and night?"

"I really don’t leak during the day!"

Sunglasses shading his eyes.

But the online viewers could still hear the full curiosity in his tone.

—

"I’m also curious, unless there’s a special method, do organs differ between day and night?"

"Dr. Chen’s attitude towards the fragile student is really getting worse."

"From the proctologist’s perspective, proctology is notoriously hard, not because it’s technically challenging, but because you have to sift through the patients’ lies to find the truth..."

"Crying a tear in solidarity as a fellow proctologist, barely anyone tells the truth."

"Not just in proctology, it’s the same in gynecology. Ask if they’ve ever had *life, they say no. Ask about the scar on their belly, it’s from a C-section..."

"???"

"In clinical fields, is everything so abstract???"

"Abstract? Spend a day in our paternity testing center, you’ll encounter more scoops in a day than for a whole year, each more explosive than the last."

"That’s true. When I looked for my biological parents for a paternity test, a woman brought over a dozen men to test who the child’s father was."

"Is the outside world so ’exciting’? Why do I feel like I’m living under a rock?!"

"I also...feel like a shut-in..."

"..."

—

Chen Mu sighed, "During the day, you’re conscious, and people subconsciously control their muscles."

"But at night, when you’re deeply asleep, muscles relax more than during the day, so..."

The student pondered, "So, because the muscles near the anus relax, I don’t leak during the day, but I might at night?"

As Chen Mu nodded.

The student’s curiosity intensified, "But Dr. Chen, should I take medication?"

"Or undergo some treatment?"

"How can I change this situation?"

Chen Mu, with a meaningful look, "I’ve already said, ensure adequate rest in the right areas, and it’ll resolve. No need for medication or excessive intervention for now."

"You can follow up at the campus hospital in a week or two."

"Of course, remember to rest!"

The student’s ears turned a bit red from Chen Mu’s words.

After nodding awkwardly.

He hurriedly left the campus hospital, a place of gossip and drama.

Watching the student’s retreating figure, Chen Mu chuckled.

Suddenly.

A special notification sounded from his phone’s WeChat.

Seeing who sent the message, Chen Mu deliberately turned away from the live camera.

Out on a business trip without a hotel arrangement?

Temporarily staying at his place?

How could there be such an oversight when inviting someone over?

Chen Mu’s doubts barely surfaced.

When a new message popped up on WeChat.

[It’s an intern’s oversight.]

For some reason.

Upon seeing the word intern, Chen Mu suddenly felt that any mistake was normal.

With that.

Chen Mu didn’t dwell on it further.

After replying to the message.

He saw Mu Yao with a strange expression, gazing in the direction where the student left.

Chen Mu got up.

Waving in front of Mu Yao’s face.

Only when her attention returned to him.

Chen Mu asked, "Dr. Mu, what’s going on?"

"Is there anything unclear about the previous patient’s condition?"

Mu Yao shook her head with a smile, then said, "No, I just remembered an amusing thing from yesterday after he left."

Upon hearing "amusing."

Chen Mu’s interest was piqued a little more.

"Care to share?"

Mu Yao, touching her chin, met Chen Mu’s gaze seriously and said, "Yesterday, I had a patient with severe constipation, living in utter misery every day."

Mu Yao looked expectantly at Chen Mu.

Dropping a bombshell, "Dr. Chen, if people could choose their illness, what’s better, constipation or leaking?"

Chen Mu: "..."

—

"???"

"Oh no, how do I feel Dr. Mu, after staying at Hai City University, is starting to think as absurdly as the fragile students?"

"Didn’t the fragile students make her say this? Why is the blame on them again?"

"As everyone knows, the fragile students, are the chosen scapegoats!"

"Actually, I think constipation might be better, though uncomfortable, at least it’s less messy?"

"I think leaking is better, as long as you clean up regularly, but constipation really is uncomfortable; take it from someone who suffers from it a lot."

"Those who’ve experienced neither are caught in a dilemma..."

"..."