"It's a coincidence that I know a little bit about Zhu Youshu, which is passed down from my family." Ye Haoxuan said with a smile.
"Really? Then teacher, show us your skills!"
"Yes, let us see the ancient witchcraft, no, it's Zhu Youshu."
The students immediately became excited, with almost stars in their eyes. Ye Haoxuan almost became Ultraman in their eyes, almost omnipotent. They had completely forgotten that Ye Haoxuan was similar in age to them, and even older than those among his companions.
Even smaller.
"Okay, due to various relationships and restrictions, I can only show you a few tricks." Ye Haoxuan said with a smile.
As soon as they heard that Ye Haoxuan was going to demonstrate Zhu Youshu, the students immediately became excited. They sat upright, stretched their necks, and looked at Ye Haoxuan excitedly.
"I wonder which classmate can endure the pain and cut a wound on his hand?" Ye Haoxuan asked with a smile.
The students suddenly fell silent. They looked at each other, wondering what Ye Haoxuan meant.
At this time, a tall boy stood up and said: "Teacher, let me do it..."
The boy borrowed a fruit knife from the classmate next to him and walked up to the stage and asked, "Teacher, how big should the wound be?"
"It doesn't need to be big, it just allows everyone to see the bleeding." Ye Haoxuan said with a smile.
"Okay." The boy nodded, and without hesitation he scratched the back of his hand heavily. A wound of about three inches appeared on the back of his hand. The boy was quite tough. Although there was a wound on his hand, his brows
Without even frowning, he raised the wound to signal to the students in the classroom.
The students stretched their necks and looked at the bloody wounds on the backs of the boys' hands. Some timid girls even covered their mouths in fear.
Ye Haoxuan took a few steps back and was a few meters away from the boy. He took a deep breath, then put his two fingers together with his right hand and started to draw in the air.
A streak of brilliance invisible to the naked eye slowly formed in the air. Ye Haoxuan gave a clear drink, raised his fingers in the air, and the bleeding wound on the back of the boy's hand immediately stopped bleeding.
The boy even felt an itching sensation on the back of his hand, but he felt no pain at all. Ye Haoxuan brought him a bottle of Kuangquan water and washed away the blood on the back of his hand. What shocked the students was that the boy's hand was about three inches long on the back.
The wound has now disappeared, leaving only a light pink scar.
After a long time, a burst of thunderous applause broke out in the classroom. All the students clapped their hands excitedly, and they didn't even know their palms were numb. It was so amazing. Everything in front of them was beyond the scope of their cognition.
At this moment, Ye Haoxuan almost became a god in their hearts.
Zheng Shuangshuang, who had been listening to Ye Haoxuan's lecture silently in the audience, was also dumbfounded and looked at Ye Haoxuan in disbelief. This was beyond her knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine, and she became interested in Ye Haoxuan.
After the get out of class bell rang, the students in the classroom reluctantly said goodbye to Ye Haoxuan, and some anxiously asked Ye Haoxuan when he would come to class next, and they must come to listen to Ye Haoxuan's class.
With great difficulty, Ye Haoxuan escaped from the group of students. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a sweet smile came from behind him, "I didn't expect you know a lot. You know the art of magic?"
Ye Haoxuan looked back and saw Zheng Shuangshuang, who was as beautiful as a fairy on earth, standing behind him with a smile.
"Zheng...Teacher Zheng, why are you here?" Ye Haoxuan was surprised.
"Not only am I here, but I also sat in the classroom and listened to two of your classes." Zheng Shuangshuang smiled.
Ye Haoxuan felt ashamed. This was his teacher, okay? Why did he teach her in turn?
"Teacher, I only know a little bit about it, so it makes you laugh." Ye Haoxuan said with a smile.
"That's not superficial. As a teacher, I am far behind you. What, do you have time today? Come to my house and help me eradicate the disease." Zheng Shuangshuang said.
"Okay, no problem, I'm happy to serve you." Ye Haoxuan smiled and bowed.
At this time, a teacher in his thirties hurried over with lesson plans under his arm. When he passed by Ye Haoxuan, he shouted: "Are you that Teacher Ye?"
"I'm not a teacher." Ye Haoxuan said frankly that he was indeed not a teacher.
"Don't be modest. All the students in my class left in order to attend your class. You are so shameless." The teacher said with a sneer.
Ye Haoxuan was startled, and then smiled bitterly. He could understand the teacher's hostility towards him. There were too many students in his class, and Hua Lao was not the only one who taught Chinese medicine. Most of the students were absent from class to attend his class.
of.
And the teacher was quite depressed. Today, the school leader listened to his class. He had prepared for several days and planned to leave a good impression on the leader. Unexpectedly, he performed well, but there were only a few students, and the rest
He didn't even know where he had gone. After asking around, he found out that there was a young teacher in the school who could identify people's illnesses without feeling their pulse.
Following the teacher's sneer, several older professors came over. Their expressions were not very good, and they obviously had the same experience as the teacher.
"This is Teacher Ye? You are so young. It is true that the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead." A gray-haired professor snorted with some disdain.
He usually has a good reputation in the school, and the classroom is usually full, but today there are more than half of the people. He is extremely puzzled. When he inquires, it turns out that the students have gone to the new teacher's class.
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"I'm not a teacher. Today was Mr. Hua's class. Mr. Hua happened to be busy, so I took over for two periods." Ye Haoxuan explained.
"You don't need to explain. It's good to be a teacher, but one should be down-to-earth and not to flatter others. It's all nonsense to say that you can tell other people's diseases without taking the pulse. If this is true, the sight and smell of traditional Chinese medicine,
Ask, is it still necessary to exist?" a professor said disdainfully.
"It's just that it's really shameful for the Chinese medicine community to use this kind of flattering method to attract students..."
"At such a young age, does he understand Chinese medicine? Don't delay the students by talking nonsense."
Several old men tried to exclude Ye Haoxuan with every word, and Ye Haoxuan couldn't help but get angry even if he was in a good temper.
But before he could speak, there was a noise from the school in front, and then a bang, as if something fell to the ground, and then countless students ran towards the place where the noise came from.
"Something happened." Ye Haoxuan didn't care about being familiar with those professors, and hurriedly ran to the place of the accident with Zheng Shuangshuang.
At the place where the accident happened, there were people surrounding it on three floors inside and three floors outside. A migrant worker was lying on the ground and wailing miserably. Beside them, a tall medical elephant had not yet finished painting its gold paint.