"Professor Li is here to give a lecture today. He heard that I became a Chinese medicine teacher, so he wanted to meet you." Zhou Meng said with a smile: "Professor Li is an honorary professor of the school and only has two classes per month, so today's
There are a lot of people.”
"It's okay, I also want to listen to this professor's class." Chen Yu smiled. Although Western medicine is not as good as his current miraculous medical skills, it still has merits after all.
Moreover, this professor was very famous, and he also wanted to see if this professor had any real talent or knowledge.
"Let's sit here." Zhou Meng said with a smile. She pulled Chen Yu to an empty seat and sat down.
Soon it was time for class, and a professor in his sixties walked into the class.
This professor is Li Mingwu, a nationally renowned leader in Western medicine.
"Professor Li is here." Someone shouted, everyone stood up, and the noisy classroom became silent for a moment.
"Hello, Professor Li." All the students shouted in unison. It can be seen that Professor Li Mingwu's status and prestige here are quite high.
"Hello, classmates, please take a seat." Li Mingwu put his hands down and smiled slightly: "I will give a lecture to you today, but a classmate mentioned Chinese medicine in the last class."
"I have also had an in-depth understanding of traditional Chinese medicine. Some students questioned whether traditional Chinese medicine can cure diseases, so today I invited an expert in traditional Chinese medicine to answer everyone's questions."
"Classmate Zhou Meng, is your Chinese medicine instructor here?" Li Mingwu raised his head and shouted.
"Teacher Li, Teacher Chen is already here. He originally wanted to sit here and listen to your lecture." Zhou Meng stood up and said with a smile.
"Oh, it turns out that the instructor you mentioned has already arrived. Please invite him over. My class today is mainly to listen to the theory of traditional Chinese medicine. I will leave the rest of the time to him." Li Mingwu smiled slightly.
Chen Yu was a little speechless. How could this old man do this? Let him give a lecture? He was not prepared at all. He came here just to communicate with the old man, but he did not expect that he would be alone here in the future.
But now there was nothing he could do. He was forced to go on the shelf. He stood up and said with a smile: "Professor Li, I also want to discuss medical matters with you."
"Lectures are your business, and I'm also a junior. I won't do anything in front of you."
"Are you Zhou Meng's mentor? Are you so young?" Li Mingwu couldn't help being surprised when he saw Chen Yu's appearance.
He has the same opinion as most people. He believes that masters of traditional Chinese medicine must be elderly people.
After all, a lot of knowledge in Chinese medicine can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words, and it all depends on personal understanding.
When you accumulate experience and become a true medical expert, you will probably be at least seventy or eighty years old.
But judging from Chen Yu's appearance, he is less than thirty years old, and because of his spiritual practice, Chen Yu looks extremely young.
This made the old man a little confused. Is Chen Yu really a master of traditional Chinese medicine? Could Zhou Meng be deceived?
"Generally speaking, people who are successful in studying Chinese medicine must be quite old, but I am different." Chen Yu said with a slight smile: "Among so many people who study Chinese medicine, there are always a few who are extremely talented.
Man, that’s the kind of person I am.”
To be honest, Chen Yu's words were rude and not modest at all, and to put it bluntly, he didn't need to be deliberately modest.
But in the eyes of the stunned young students, these words were just bragging.
"What do you mean, you are a genius?"
"I think it's just average. Who hired the tutor? I doubt this guy understands Chinese medicine at all."
"Be confident and get rid of any doubts. I don't believe he really understands Chinese medicine."
The students below exploded with a bang, and everyone was talking about it. They didn't believe that this arrogant guy really understood Chinese medicine, and he was also a master of Chinese medicine.
"Everyone, please be quiet. Please be quiet first." Seeing that the class was becoming noisy, Li Mingwu waved his hand to quiet down everyone.
The doubts in the room gradually subsided, and Li Mingkai said: "I believe that since he dares to come here, there must be something special about him. Don't be anxious, let's communicate first."
"We can communicate." Chen Yu smiled slightly and said, "How to communicate?"
"Let's start with the theory of traditional Chinese medicine. To be honest, I have studied traditional Chinese medicine and I believe in it, but I am skeptical about some theories."
Li Mingwu smiled and said: "Do you think the theory of traditional Chinese medicine is true?"
"Of course it's true. China has been around for five thousand years, and there are countless inheritances left behind." Chen Yu said: "Traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to yin and yang and the five elements, heaven and man. These theories cannot be explained by science."
"So in recent years, some experts and scholars, and even our own people in China, have questioned the authenticity of traditional Chinese medicine. This has to be said to be sad."
"Things that cannot be explained by science are inherently false." One student said disdainfully.
"So why do we need to use science to explain our things? What are the things that cannot be explained by science?" Chen Yu asked rhetorically.
"What science can't explain?" The student was dissatisfied.
"Which came first, the egg or the chicken?" Chen Yu asked.
"This..." The student was left speechless by the question.
"Remember, there are many things that cannot be explained by science. Things that have been passed down from China for five thousand years are not something you can look down on."
"Children, when you have time, read more, learn more about our Chinese culture, go online less, and don't hide behind the keyboard all the time." Chen Yu smiled.
"So what? I don't think Chinese medicine can really cure diseases. Many Chinese medicine doctors look at patients' pulses, which has no basis at all." A girl stood up and said.
"Is there no basis for this? I can tell you that it's not just pulse detection that can help you diagnose a disease. I can tell by looking at you that you had epilepsy when you were a child and almost died." Chen Yu glanced at her.
"And the irony is that the person who cured your epilepsy should be an old Chinese medicine doctor. Without him, you would not be living in good health until now."
"How do you know?" The girl was surprised. She was not only shocked that Chen Yu could actually tell that she had epilepsy.
What shocked her even more was that Chen Yu actually knew that her disease was cured by an old Chinese doctor.
"It's very simple. The aura on a person's body is like an annual ring. It can record the diseases you have. Just like if you have epilepsy, I can tell it at a glance."
"Because the aura on your body has changed. This is all I can see."
"I don't believe it, then look at what diseases I've had." Another girl stood up.
"I had appendicitis surgery half a year ago. I never had any serious illnesses before, just a cold and fever at most." Chen Yu glanced at her.
