Su Wen didn't rush to show off, he just stepped forward with Ding Yingying. Right now, Zhang Tong's judgment was correct; if the other party could solve the issue, there was no need for him to say more.
Being watched by everyone, Zhang Tong felt a sense of vanity rising in his heart.
In fact, he was just a third-year medical student from the neighboring department and had never really treated a patient before. But with so many senior and junior female students looking at him, he naturally couldn't show weakness.
"The professor is having a heart attack," Zhang Tong said, recalling what he had read in textbooks. "Typically, heart patients carry emergency medication with them. Giving him his medication should do the trick," he said, feigning calm.
"Medication?" Immediately, students began to search through the professor's pockets.
