The campus clinic, in a small operating room.
The senior expert stood in front of the supine Mo Nian, his brows furrowed fiercely as he smacked his lips back and forth.
Just like that old man in the subway from the meme.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk..." the expert lamented while beating his thigh, "Young man, my lifelong record of not using stitches... is ruined by you..."
Upon hearing this, Li Zheng also transformed into the subway old man.
Now is not the time to care about such a silly record!
"Didn't I say... whenever you feel something is wrong, just quickly work on some exam papers, read some classics?" said the expert, and he couldn't help but smack his lips again, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk..."
"I should have been able to control it... but who knew..." Mo Nian said as he turned to Li Zheng with red eyes, struggled for a long time but still stubbornly turned back, pursed his lips, and lay down, "Unscrew... unscrew it and then stitch it up again, doctor."
