Mu Jingzhe was stunned. This wasn't for any other reason, but because it was all too familiar. Both his figure and vibe were almost identical. It was all so familiar that Mu Jingzhe didn't dare move, afraid that this was all an illusion.
"Patient Mu Jingzhe?" A familiar voice spoke in her ear again. Mu Jingzhe suddenly came back to her senses. Upon looking at those familiar eyes, she pinched herself.
This was real. It hurt. She wasn't dreaming.
The familiar surname, figure, voice, and eyes seemed to be telling Mu Jingzhe something. He might be Ji Buwang.
Because Mu Jingzhe's reaction wasn't right, Doctor Ji frowned and took two steps forward to check. However, just as he stepped forward, the patient suddenly reached out and pulled down his mask.
Doctor Ji frowned. The doctor behind him couldn't help but want to say something, but he saw that the patient's face was suddenly covered in tears. Her expression was so sad that he froze on the spot.
