Mu Yao's words had just been spoken.

Successfully eliciting a chorus of agreement from the room.

"Yeah, how can a living person's platelet count be lower than a corpse's?"

"Should we contact the professor first and see about the equipment compensation?"

"Even though this thing might not be cheap, if we truly broke it, we definitely need to pay for it."

"Dr. Chen, if we can't afford it, can we write an IOU?"

Chen Mu watched as several people discussed among themselves for a few moments.

The topic.

Shifted from platelets to compensation issues.

Chen Mu sighed.

Just as he was about to speak.

He saw Zheng Xin smiling broadly, rolling up his sleeves as he walked over, "Since the machine's already on, could you all please help me check my blood routine too? I'll need this test result later."

The graduate students looked at Zheng Xin with complex expressions.

"Dr. Zheng, didn't you hear us earlier? The machine is broken!"

"Inaccurate test results won't do you any good."

While they were talking.

Zheng Xin had already pulled out a chair and sat down, "Just try it. If it's inaccurate, I could even get a report showing a platelet count of one and post it on social media."

"I bet the likes will go through the roof!"

The graduate students exchanged looks.

Only Mu Yao eyed Zheng Xin, suddenly with a thoughtful expression.

She walked over to the blood drawing station, took out a new tube and needle from underneath, "Dr. Zheng, I'll draw the blood for you."

Seeing Mu Yao actually going to draw Zheng Xin's blood.

The other graduate students were even more bewildered.

Bear in mind.

Normally at Hai City University of Traditional Medicine, Mu Yao was the most against wasting medical resources.

This time.

Why would she...

Chen Mu leaned against the door.

Reflecting on how Zheng Xin had become more adaptable in handling things after going abroad.

Then he noticed Shi Dan idly swaying her stiff body.

As Shi Dan moved.

From Chen Mu's angle.

He caught sight of a neck covered in marks.

In an instant!

All of Chen Mu's drowsiness vanished.

He swiftly stepped forward.

Then reached out, pulling away the hair at the back of Shi Dan's head!

Shi Dan was standing inside, watching the commotion.

Suddenly feeling a warm, large hand on the back of her neck.

Shi Dan involuntarily frowned.

She was about to turn around and curse.

But then a gentle male voice came from behind, "Don't move!"

"You have those patches on your neck too, and they are different from the ones on your arms and legs."

"I need to take a look."

Listening to the continuous gasping from behind.

Shi Dan settled down.

She blinked quietly, thinking.

She had watched a bit of Chen Mu's live broadcast clips before.

Dr. Chen.

Regardless of what challenging cases he faced before, he could always remain calm.

Now Chen Mu had just glanced at her neck.

And was incessantly gasping behind her.

Could the marks on her neck be more serious than those on her arms?

With that thought.

Shi Dan tried to turn her head to look at the back of her neck.

After several attempts.

She couldn't see anything.

Instead, the cameraman squeezed through the researchers standing by Chen Mu.

Moved the camera forward.

Aimed it at Shi Dan's neck.

—

"This color, isn't it just a bit deeper than the spots on the arms and calves? Does Dr. Chen need to react this intensely?"

"Dark red, dark purplish-red, if it were someone from another department, they'd probably react even more than Dr. Chen!"

"Another department, what department?"

"I don't know what department, I just know when I see this neck, I instinctively reach for a knife, realizing it's alive only after holding it?"

"She's still getting treated at the campus clinic, why couldn't she be alive? What's the mystery in the chat?"

"The mystery is, those dark red, dark purplish-red marks on Shi Dan's neck aren't lupus or allergic purpura; they're livor mortis!"

"Do you know what this means? We saw livor mortis on a living person!"

"..."

-

When Zheng Xin finished drawing his blood and got up.

He saw Chen Mu lifting Shi Dan's hair.

Standing behind Shi Dan, inhaling sharply like a vacuum.

"Aren't those lupus and allergic purpura? You've seen these illnesses before."

"How did you become so ignorant after a few years as a campus doctor…"

Zheng Xin pressed a cotton swab on his recently drawn arm.

Teasing Chen Mu while walking towards him.

Curious to see what was wrong with Shi Dan's neck.

As soon as he reached behind Shi Dan, the unfinished words were swallowed back.

"Hiss!"

Zheng Xin stood beside Chen Mu, starting to inhale sharply like Chen Mu.

Seeing even Zheng Xin react this way, the few researchers who were watching Mu Yao conduct the blood test.

Couldn't help but step forward.

Towards Shi Dan's rear.

Before long.

"Hiss!"

"Hiss!"

"Hiss!"

Amid the pervasive gasping sounds, someone finally couldn't hold back and cursed.

"Holy crap!"

"This, this is livor mortis, isn't it?"

"I'm seeing livor mortis on a living person?"

Some people continued to exclaim.

The slightly sharper ones had begun to negotiate with Shi Dan.

"Hello, classmate, the livor mortis on your neck is very valuable for our research and study. May I take a couple of photos?"

"I promise not to capture any of your private parts, not your face, just the skin on the back of your neck."

Shi Dan nodded expressionlessly.

But her gaze couldn't help but drift toward the live broadcast camera.

Silently complaining to herself.

(Brother! Does it even matter if you film my face or not?)

(Someone's been filming there for a while now!)

(Just now the camera almost shoved up against my neck!)

(…)

Some even sharper minds.

Looked at Mu Yao, who was doing a report, with a face full of horror, "If livor mortis can appear on a living person, does that mean a platelet count of 1 in a living person isn't impossible?"

"The machine isn't broken?"

"Can a living person really have a platelet count of 1?"

As these words were spoken, the voice began to tremble.

As his words fell.

In an instant.

A vacuum had formed around Shi Dan.

Except for the following cameraman, Chen Mu, and Zheng Xin, everyone moved away from Shi Dan.

Even Su Bingbing, seeing the strange reactions of the crowd.

Silently backed away with them.

—

"What does this group mean, isolating someone just for having a platelet count of 1?"

"They're all graduate students, but is their quality this poor? Their actions might really hurt Shi Dan, right?"

"So what if she has livor mortis? She's still alive! So what if her platelet count is 1? It's still treatable, right?"

"Please, keyboard warriors in the chat, stop typing. The more you say, the more ignorant you seem…"

"Who'd dare touch a platelet count of 1? One little injury and it could spurt all over your face! All over your face!"

"Spurt all over with what?"

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