Chapter 078 Special Teacher [08] The Village of Magical Doctors, the Master of Chinese Medicine
The next day, Ijuku still didn't come to school.
During the break, Song Yiyuan found Jiang Qiyi again. The two chatted for a long time. Finally, under Song Yiyuan's sincere words, Jiang Qiyi agreed to accompany Song Yiyuan to have a chat with Jing Su.
Song Yiyuan breathed a long sigh of relief.
He stood up and found Mo Qing leaning back on the desk, folding his arms and tilting his head to look at him.
Song Yiyuan was excited: "You have nothing to do today."
Yesterday, Jing Su and Mo Qing didn't talk, and they didn't see how Mo Qing acted. However, Song Yiyuan clearly remembered the scene where Mo Qing threatened Jing Su's father, but he didn't dare to bring Mo Qing with him at this time.
Mo Qing raised an eyebrow.
"Teacher Song." A voice suddenly came from the back door of the classroom, with a firm tone. It was the dean.
Song Yiyuan looked back.
The dean strode in.
"This Saturday at two o'clock in the afternoon, the master of traditional Chinese medicine Liang Xuzhi will give a lecture on traditional Chinese medicine in the auditorium of our school. It will be open to students in the city. Each class has a limited number of places." The dean said, "You can talk about this in class later."
After Song Yiyuan listened, the tip of his tongue touched his back molar, and after a moment he asked: "Who?"
"Liang Xuzhi. He graduated from Imperial City University just like you, or in the same class. Don't you know him?" the dean asked forcefully, with a hint of sarcasm in his words.
——As an alumnus of the same class, he is already a nationally recognized master of Chinese studies. What are you doing?
"Don't tell me." Song Yiyuan simply refused, "What's so interesting about the Chinese medicine lecture? It's still half-baked."
The dean said angrily: "Teacher Song, pay attention to the way you speak."
Song Yiyuan had already broken up with him and was not used to it. He said bluntly: "If you want to tell me, I won't tell you."
"you--"
The dean was so angry that he gritted his teeth. He pointed at Song Yiyuan, but he held back.
The reason why Song Yiyuan was able to suppress the live broadcast incident was because Song Yiyuan had the recording of their phone calls. Song Yiyuan used this to blackmail them and settle the matter.
The dean and Lu Zhan could only break their teeth and swallow blood.
To this day, Song Yiyuan's recording has not been deleted, and the dean's handle is still in his hands.
"I said so," the dean said through gritted teeth, swallowing all his anger.
The class bell rang.
The dean walked towards the podium, and the classroom suddenly fell silent, and the students cast doubtful glances at him.
"I have good news, let me tell you." The dean said, "This Saturday, Liang Xuzhi, the famous traditional Chinese medicine master of Imperial City University, will give a lecture on traditional Chinese medicine in the auditorium of our school. To promote the culture of traditional Chinese medicine and promote the development of medicine, those who are interested
All students can sign up to listen."
"Is that Liang Xuzhi who came out of the Miracle Doctor Village?" the squad leader raised his hand and asked curiously.
The dean's face was overjoyed, he nodded and said, "Yes, it's him."
Upon hearing the news, the classroom immediately exploded.
"The Miracle Doctor Village? I think I've heard of it."
"It's very famous. Several of our country's certified masters of traditional Chinese medicine come from this village."
"Did Liang Xuzhi have a special Chinese medicine program on national television? My grandfather loved listening to it and learned a lot about health preservation."
"Western medicine is organized to look at emo. If it comes to Chinese medicine, the village of miracle doctors probably accounts for half of the country."
…
The students responded positively to this lecture.
There is no need for the dean to waste any words.
The dean did not expect the effect to be so good, and he immediately felt much more relaxed. He looked at Song Yiyuan provocatively and proudly with a smile on his face.
However, Song Yiyuan turned a blind eye and seemed to be indifferent to the pain.
"What is the Miracle Doctor Village?" Mo Qing raised his head slightly and asked Song Yiyuan.
"A hidden village was established a hundred years ago." Shen Qi, who was sitting behind Mo Qing, raised his eyes and answered proactively, "It is said that the people in this village have been dealing with medicinal materials since they were sensible, and everyone is proficient in medical skills. Up to now, more than half of the famous Chinese medicine masters came from that village."
Mo Qing asked again: "Who established it?"
"It is said that the surname is Jiang, but no name was left." Shen Qi looked at Mo Qing's profile and carefully observed the changes in her expression, "Their current village chief's surname is Mo."
Song Yiyuan listened quietly to Shen Qi's words and said with great interest: "You know a lot."
Shen Qi asked quietly: "Isn't it common sense?"
Mo Qing and others: "..."
Good guy, one sentence offends everyone.
"For the traditional Chinese medicine industry, this is indeed common sense." Song Yiyuan helped them regain their respect.
Min Chang reminded you: "My family owns a medical clinic."
Mo Qing then added: "I am the consulting doctor of Huichun Pavilion."
Song Yiyuan was shocked, thinking that he had forgotten this incident, but the next moment, he saw Min Chang and Mo Qing talking to themselves.
"You've never treated anyone before, have you?" Min Chang felt even more pressured by the fact that Mo Qing claimed to be the doctor of Huichun Pavilion.
"Does your medical clinic have any patients now?" Mo Qing asked.
"..."
Min Chang was speechless.
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The news of "Liang Xuzhi's speech at the No. 1 Affiliated Middle School" spread immediately, not only in major middle schools, but also in elementary schools and among Chinese medicine enthusiasts.
Liang Xuzhi, only 25 years old, is a national first-class master of traditional Chinese medicine. He works at the Medical College of Dicheng University and is the youngest associate professor.
He is young, promising and handsome, and has the support of the Miracle Doctor Village. In addition, he has regular programs and popularizes science on major social platforms, so he is very well-known.
The response from students and parents has been overwhelming.
At noon, when Mo Qing met Song Yiyuan by chance at the Goblin canteen, he asked Song Yiyuan for a lecture spot.
"You want to listen to the lecture?" Song Yiyuan was shocked.
"Um."
Song Yiyuan clicked his tongue and said disdainfully: "Why are you listening to that? Chinese medicine is not as good as Western medicine..."
Mo Qing's eyes moved down and fell on Song Yiyuan's right hand.
Song Yiyuan's heart trembled, and he subconsciously moved his hand back, and asked warily: "What else did Huos say to you?"
"What?" Mo Qing was confused.
"Didn't Hoss tell you about my hand being crippled?" Song Yiyuan stared at Mo Qing suspiciously, licked the corners of his lips, and continued to ask, "What else did he say?"
Mo Qing paused and replied: "He didn't say."
"..."
Song Yiyuan said "I don't believe it" on his face.
"Your hands look like they could be used to hold a scalpel, but they are shaking, so you can hold up chalk, but it's impossible to use a scalpel. Is it because you were crippled or something?" Mo Qing asked slowly.
Song Yiyuan thought about something and his eyes widened: "Did you see it?"
"Um."
"How could..." Song Yiyuan murmured.
However, when he thought about Mo Qing's bizarre experience and his special status as a "reformer", he thought that nothing was impossible, and he calmed down again.
Mo Qing changed the topic back: "Lecture."
"Okay, okay." Song Yiyuan waved his hand, "Isn't there just one quota?"
Taking a deep breath, Song Yiyuan looked Mo Qing up and down for a while, and finally warned him uneasily: "One thing. You have to promise me not to cause trouble."
"OK."
Mo Qing readily agreed.
Then, she raised her hand, turned around and walked away, her long hair flying behind her.
Looking at her back, Song Yiyuan raised his hand to cover his chest, always feeling a little uneasy.
