University Doctor and His Fragile Patients-Chapter 358 - 292: Got Concert Tickets, Got So Excited I Gave Myself a Concussion!

Chapter 358: Chapter 292: Got Concert Tickets, Got So Excited I Gave Myself a Concussion!

Rumble!!!

Listening to the student’s tearful plea for help on the phone, Chen Mu’s mind was full of thunderous noise.

Couldn’t control it.

He gave the cameraman a vicious look, the most venomous of his life.

What exactly did that unfortunate soul just say?!

The cameraman awkwardly shrunk his neck.

He had thought.

Three seconds later, he could shut down the live stream and clock out of work...

Who could have known that with only three seconds to go before Dr. Chen clocked out, a squeaky university student would call in for help!

"Student, which dorm are you in? I’m heading over now to check on your roommate."

"Since he’s already unconscious, I suggest you find someone to call 120, and leave someone to tell me how your roommate lost consciousness?"

"Please take down my phone number; this is the university hospital’s number. We might need to communicate on the way to understand your roommate’s condition better."

The boy on the other end of the phone was still a bit flustered, "Okay, Dr. Chen..."

The call had just ended.

Chen Mu instinctively wanted to find his backup medical kit.

He had just taken two steps.

A backup medical kit appeared right in front of Chen Mu.

Chen Mu was first stunned.

Then he smiled broadly, "Thank you, Reporter Su!"

As soon as he boarded Driver He’s ambulance, the patient’s roommate called once again, "Dr. Chen, we’re in Dorm 1."

Chen Mu was speechless and looked at Old He in front, "Dorm 1."

Old He: "Got it! The usual place!"

Chen Mu: "..."

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"Alright, alright! The usual place, Driver He knows what the usual place means!"

"When calling a feng shui master to check out the feng shui later, don’t forget to focus on the men’s dorm, Dorm 1. So many talents emerge from there!"

"Almost every time something happens in the boys’ dorms, the patient is in Dorm 1. The frequency of incidents at Dorm 1 is a bit ridiculous..."

"Maybe you’ve heard this saying? Birds of a feather flock together!"

"I get it! It means all the weirdos at Hai City University gather at Dorm 1! Of course, the frequency of incidents is high there!"

"On a different thought, if my son applies to Hai City University next year, as long as he doesn’t live in Dorm 1, maybe he’ll be safe?"

"???"

"With things like this, do you still want to apply to Hai City University? Can’t we all work together to lower the entry score for Hai City University?"

"..."

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"Student, if it’s convenient, could you first tell me if anything happened before your roommate fainted."

"Does he still have a pulse?"

Chen Mu tilted his head, holding the phone while checking his backup medical kit to see if anything was missing.

The boy was a bit embarrassed, "It’s just... isn’t there a concert by a fading singer in a few days? My roommate got tickets..."

Chen Mu was puzzled, "If he’s a fading singer, why would it be hard to get tickets, and would it really be worth getting this excited over a concert ticket?"

Listening to Chen Mu’s reasoning.

The boy on the phone suddenly turned unfriendly, "Dr. Chen, your words show you have a generation gap with us young people today."

Chen Mu: "Huh?"

Wasn’t it you who spoke of a fading singer?

I was just analyzing the situation of a fading singer!

The boy snorted, "The fading singer is just a joke. In fact, his single concert reservations have surpassed a million!"

"That’s impressive!"

Chen Mu instinctively complimented and then asked, "How many reservations do other singers get per concert? Sorry, I’m not very familiar with celebrity concerts..."

He only knew.

That some famous medical professors’ lectures in the country had pretty difficult tickets, and he always had to use connections to get them.

"Uh..."

The boy who was trying to boast about his roommate having gotten concert tickets suddenly found himself at a loss for words.

It felt like playing to an empty house.

Dr. Chen wasn’t even aware of how hard it was to get tickets to a fading singer’s concert, so what was he boasting to Dr. Chen about...

The boy rephrased, "Simply put, it’s not really a fading singer, just an online meme. His concert tickets are as hard to get as a kingpin’s."

Chen Mu, not very interested, nodded habitually in praise: "Oh, then your roommate is pretty amazing."

The boy: "..."

Chen Mu looked out the car window at the crowds of college students, still feeling a bit anxious, "Does your roommate still have a pulse?"

The boy: "Of course he does; without a pulse, it wouldn’t be a faint, it would be sudden death."

Chen Mu: "..."

You know quite a bit!

Young man!

Sighing, Chen Mu continued to ask, "He managed to get the concert ticket, and then?"

"Got so happy, he fainted?"

The boy was somewhat embarrassed, "It’s not like he could just faint directly, it’s more like he fainted indirectly because of the concert ticket?"

Chen Mu continued to sigh.

He just knew.

That since this roommate gave such a dramatic account about the concert ticket, the fainting was certainly somewhat related to the concert ticket.

On the phone.

The boy continued sharing, "To put it simply, he got his hands on a very rare concert ticket, got overly excited, and jumped up from his chair."

"Then..."

"The moment he jumped up, he bumped his head on the metal bed frame, clutching his just-secured concert ticket, and blissfully fainted!"

Chen Mu: "!!!"

Chen Mu: "Driver He! The patient might have a head injury! Drive faster!"

"And you, patient’s roommate, someone from your dorm should come down and guide me!"

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"I have to say, it’s a concert ticket for a fading singer. If I got one, I’d probably do something similar to his roommate; his roommate is lucky!"

"Then you better not get it, leave the ticket for someone who won’t bump their head!"

"If I were his roommate, I’d quietly return his concert ticket to show him the harshness of the real world!"

"Alright, alright! You say that, I’m heading to the ticket app to wait. What if his roommate does return the ticket on a whim?"

"So funny! The fading singer is trending, but why does this headline sound so strange?"

"A fading singer with head issues?! C’mon, clearly it’s the fans with head issues, you marketing accounts are omitting key parts!"

"Nowadays marketing accounts probably come from the shocking department; key headings and content often don’t match!"

"..."

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"Who’s the fading singer, is he popular?"

After hanging up the phone.

Chen Mu thought back about the patient’s situation; suddenly unconscious, at worst it’s a concussion.

What concert could be worth this hype?

"Dr. Chen, the fading singer is xx!"

Hearing that name, Chen Mu couldn’t help but widen his eyes.

He wanted to skip work and go to the concert—are there any tickets left for sale?

Even scalper tickets would do!!!