Zhang Yi was slightly startled and looked at the gray-haired teacher. There seemed to be some clues in his impression, as if he had seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.
"Haha, what you just said makes sense." The teacher turned around and walked back to the podium, looked at the students below, and said with a smile: "Do you know what the enrollment amount of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine is this time?"
The students in the audience looked at each other in confusion, not quite sure what it meant. Zhang Yi also sat back, reading the book and listening to the teacher's words.
When there was no answer, the teacher smiled and said in a very helpless tone: "There are a total of one hundred and seventy people! So do you know how many students signed up? One hundred and fifty-two." This time, he
I am not waiting for a reply from students. I can’t even remember the number of students enrolled in the admissions brochure, let alone the actual number of students enrolled.
"But there are a total of forty-three people who came to the classroom today. In other words, one hundred and nine people did not come to report for various reasons." The teacher said, turning around and writing on the blackboard
A name: "My name is Liang Lianyuan, and I am your teacher of basic theories of traditional Chinese medicine, diagnostics of traditional Chinese medicine, and prescriptions."
As soon as this statement came out, the students present started talking. It was extremely rare for a teacher to teach three subjects at the same time. If a similar situation occurs, either the school's teaching staff is too weak and cannot afford to hire one.
If you can't find a teacher, another possibility is that this person is very talented and knowledgeable.
Obviously, a key national school like the Medical University will never be short of funds, let alone unable to hire teachers. In other words, the origin of the seemingly ordinary old man on the stage is not simple.
This time, there was some lively atmosphere in the classroom, and everyone started to discuss it heatedly.
At this time, a handsome man wearing a light blue shirt, at least 1.85 meters tall, stood up and bowed deeply towards the podium.
The eyes of all the students were attracted by this man. No one had noticed his existence just now, but at this time, he directly gave everyone a deep impression.
The first is his performance, and the second is his sunny and handsome appearance.
Many female classmates were all excited, and their eyes changed from sleepy to extremely excited. No one thought that there was such a super handsome guy in their department.
Not to mention medical school, with such an appearance, even in an art school, you can be called the top school star. In the future, when you appear on the big screen, you will be an idol star with millions of fans.
With such superior conditions, why not go to an art school instead of studying medicine? What’s more, it’s a waste of resources to study Chinese medicine.
"This classmate..." Liang Lianyuan looked at this handsome guy with some confusion and asked.
"My name is Wei Zhengming. I have heard Teacher Liang's name for a long time, but I didn't expect to be your old student. I just bowed to show my respect." The handsome guy looked at Liang Lianyuan on the podium with a passionate look, as if
It's like seeing your idol.
Hearing his words, other students started discussing heatedly again, and even Zhang Yi put down the books in his hands.
Could it be that this teacher is very famous? Otherwise, how could Wei Zhengming be so enthusiastic? There is even a sense of blind worship.
"Haha, sit down, what I want to tell you is that the Chinese medicine market is very sluggish now, that's why the current situation is happening. There are few students, and even the enrollment quota has not been met. And those who are lucky enough to be admitted to this major,
You don't necessarily have to work hard." Liang Lianyuan said with emotion: "I only came to the Medical University to teach this semester. The reason is that there are more students in this semester than in previous semesters. I hope to be able to teach in this semester in my lifetime.
Keep what you have learned so that this subject will not disappear from the world."
At the end, Liang Lianyuan's tone became extremely serious, as if he was talking about an extremely great deed.
But then, his expression dimmed, and he suddenly looked much older. He looked at the ceiling, took a long breath and continued: "But when I came to this classroom, what I saw was forty-three
There are only 67 freshmen coming to class in previous years. I am very disappointed..."
His mood was very low. Without the help of a loudspeaker, even the people closest to him would not be able to hear clearly.
All the students fell silent. You can imagine a passionate old man who wanted to teach everything he had learned in his life. He walked into the classroom with hope, only to find that there were only so many students. In other words,
Any teacher would probably feel a little unwilling and disappointed in his heart, let alone someone with such ideals like him.
Nowadays, teachers are a huge professional group, but responsible ones definitely account for a small part. No matter they are good students or bad students, they will not hate a good teacher. Seeing Liang Lianyuan sighing like this, everyone wanted to come forward to comfort him.
A few words, but I don’t know where to start.
The decline of traditional Chinese medicine is an ironclad fact. Who can change it?
"Teacher Liang..." Just when the classroom was completely silent, a bright voice sounded, like a bell in an ancient temple, resounding through people's hearts.
Liang Lianyuan heard the news and went away. When he saw Zhang Yi speaking in the audience, his eyes couldn't help but brighten, but the students were too far away and didn't notice it.
Zhang Yi had forgotten what he had experienced with this old man, but Liang Lianyuan had not forgotten his savior. But he never expected that his savior would now become his student.
As luck would have it, he originally thought he would never have the chance to see Zhang Yi again in his life, but a month later, the two met again at the Medical University. However, Zhang Yi had obviously forgotten about this old man, and had forgotten that he had once transferred the old man's life to him.
Life was brought back from the brink of death.
Others may not know how dangerous the old man was at that time, not even Yao Yiming, the doctor who came out halfway, but Liang Lianyuan knows very well. The injury is not a serious injury, but if the treatment method is slightly improper, then it will be serious.
There will definitely be life danger.
Liang Lianyuan didn't know who Zhang Yi was, but at that time, both the injury diagnosis and the treatment methods were perfect. So he called Zhang Yi "genius" at that time.
"Does this classmate have anything to say?" Liang Lianyuan was very fond of Zhang Yi. He smiled and his tone was much more friendly, as if he was chatting with a junior he loved.
"I don't think your ambitions and ideals can be measured by the number of students. Ten thousand students have come to this classroom, but not one of them really wants to learn the ancient knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine. There is only one person, but he
If you are willing to accept this subject and study it, then it will be more practical than what millions of students can do." Zhang Yi's voice was loud, as if he was also infected by Liang Lianyuan's ideals. He looked at the more than 40 people present before finally confirming
Said: "I believe that the students sitting here today are more worthy of cherishing and teaching than tens of millions of people. This is a qualitative improvement, not a quantity that cannot be entrusted!" dd