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Chapter 159 : Nickname: Mingming Who Doesn’t Like to Talk (Page 3/3)

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Then, regarding the various things the deceased’s boyfriend did that made them feel he was suspicious,

could there also be the possibility of him being framed?

In short, Chen Mo remained rational about this.

While he was lost in thought,

the three cars drove to Xining Central Hospital.

There was a continuous stream of people at the hospital.

At other times, it’s hard to realize that there are actually so many sick people in this world.

In his past life, Chen Mo was free from illness and disaster, and his parents and friends were all healthy, so he basically had no contact with places like hospitals.

But when he went to a hospital for the first time, he suddenly felt that there were so many sick people.

Thump, thump, thump.

The sound of car doors closing rang out.

“Zhou Ming is still in the ward. I’ll take you there directly.”

Ji Feng reached out and made a gesture of invitation.

After all, it was a local hospital, so he was naturally more familiar with it than Chen Mo and the others.

“What kind of illness is depression exactly?”

“I hadn’t heard of it before, but in the last few years, I’ve heard of it frequently.”

Xu Qingqing looked at Chen Mo and asked.

In the later generations with the developed internet, many people’s first reaction when mentioning depression was that the person was too melodramatic or fussy.

From this, one could see that people’s level of understanding in this era would only be lower.

“I know about this.”

Wu Tian’s voice came from the crowd.

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As a forensic doctor, he actually had some understanding of these things.

“Depression is actually a psychological illness. One often feels depressed, has slow thinking, fading memory, and some even commit acts of self-harm...”

“In recent years, there have been more and more young patients.”

He gave a brief explanation.

Xu Qingqing nodded in understanding.

Everyone stopped talking.

They headed straight for the ward where Zhou Ming was currently located.

The door wasn’t closed. Chen Mo, Long Hao, Xu Qingqing, and Ji Feng—the four of them—walked straight in.

The others stayed outside.

Having a whole group of people come in would be meaningless except for creating a mess.

The ward was a double room.

A curtain in the middle separated the hospital beds.

One bed was empty; the occupant had likely been discharged.

On the bed near the window sat a young boy.