"Without you, things would worsen severely, and I'm afraid more and more patients would die from the pain due to lack of treatment," the Dean looked at Wu Bin with endless gratitude, his eyes filled with appreciation.
In his eyes, Wu Bin was undoubtedly the angel sent by heaven to this world!
A gift.
Without Wu Bin, everything would only become more difficult.
And—
It was utterly painful!
Praised by the Dean so enthusiastically, Wu Bin was shy and couldn't bear it.
He awkwardly touched his nose twice, "Actually, I'm not as incredible as you say!"
"It's just a small effort."
"But it's strange to say that I mysteriously suffered such a disease. Perhaps, it's heaven's arrangement," Wu Bin said, feeling somewhat guilty.
Of course, he didn't dare to tell everyone that he had assistance from a system.
The system arranged for Wu Bin to endure most of the pain.
Especially during those first few days. Wu Bin actually kept his eyes open the whole time.