Chapter 080 Special Teacher [10] Mo poured his heart and soul into it, and Jiang Ke smashed it
"Only your half-full theoretical basis is not worthy."
Every word fell silent, and the whole place was silent.
The people present turned from their original envy and confusion towards Mo Qing to anger and dissatisfaction.
——You yellow-haired girl, you actually humiliated Liang Xuzhi?
Wen Yingxue in the audience finally raised her head and looked at Mo Qing.
Liang Xuzhi's eyes gradually turned deep as he looked at Mo Qing, and there was a dangerous aura in his dark eyes. The next moment, he noticed two sets of eyes sweeping towards Jiang Ke, who was sitting next to Mo Qing.
Under Jiang Ke's calm gaze, there was pressure hidden.
Liang Xuzhi's eyes flashed.
"It seems that the No. 1 Affiliated High School is Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon." Liang Xuzhi spoke slowly, with a gentle tone, without a trace of anger, "I should have asked you for advice, but now I am pressed for time. We will discuss it after the lecture."
In just a few sentences, he not only deftly resolved Mo Qing's disruptive behavior, but also maintained his elegant and generous image.
Mo Qing glanced at Jiang Ke: "It's boring."
Of course she knew that Liang Xuzhi was afraid of Jiang Ke, so he settled things like this.
"They don't know how to practice, they only believe in authority. It's not good for you." Jiang Ke doesn't understand Chinese medicine, but he understands human nature.
Mo Qing let out a "tsk" sound.
After calming down the turmoil, Liang Xuzhi looked around the entire venue. Finally, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he fixed on Song Yiyuan: "Teacher Song, come on."
Song Yiyuan's heart choked, and the word "fuck" came up in his throat. The moment he said it, he swallowed it hard.
He gouged out Liang Xuzhi's eyes coldly.
Liang Xuzhi looked at him with a cold smile on his lips: "Aren't you happy?"
After a while, Song Yiyuan stood up slowly and replied firmly: "I don't mind."
There was no hint of "pleasure" on his face. However, just that was his biggest step back.
Liang Xuzhi deliberately targeted him just to humiliate him.
He doesn't understand Chinese medicine, and he is just a teacher now. He still has to keep this job. He can't forcefully compete with Liang Xuzhi like Mo Qing did.
Walking onto the stage, Song Yiyuan, under Liang Xuzhi's instruction, came behind a curtain. There was a camera inside the curtain, and everything captured would be displayed on the screen simultaneously.
Inside is a sophisticated machine and equipment, as well as a bed. When a person lies on it for acupuncture, the machine will detect data and images so that the effect of acupuncture can be observed.
The reason why Liang Xuzhi became a professor at a young age was because he was engaged in "visualization of traditional Chinese medicine data".
With this set of equipment, it is impossible for patients or doctors to cheat.
Data is the real evidence.
Song Yiyuan looked at the machine and bed with a straight face.
Later, the curtain was lifted, and Liang Xuzhi walked in. He paused as he approached Song Yiyuan, and sarcastically said in his ear: "How does it feel to be reduced to an experimental subject, a proud son of heaven?"
"Oh."
Song Yiyuan smiled coldly.
Liang Xuzhi chuckled: "It's really different when people lose power. I can tolerate this."
His eyes turned cold, Song Yiyuan clenched his fists, and his veins jumped. There was anger in his tone: "Are you done?"
Liang Xuzhi raised his hand and pointed at the simple bed: "Please."
Song Yiyuan took a breath slowly, calmed down his anger, and then walked towards the bed.
…
Off stage.
Mo Qing gently rubbed her earlobe with her fingers, raised her eyes suddenly, looked at the white curtain on the stage, and then squinted her eyes.
She put down her hand and held a needle lightly with her fingertips. The needle fell into the light, but it did not refract the light. Instead, it was like a bottomless black hole, absorbing all the light.
After a while, Mo Qing said to Jiang Ke, "I'm going to the bathroom."
"Um."
Jiang Ke gave her a look that seemed calm, but actually saw through Mo Qing's intentions.
After Mo Qing left, he never came back.
Jiang Ke sat still and watched the show calmly.
In the middle, Song Yiyuan took off his clothes. After receiving a text message, he suddenly said that he wanted to go to the bathroom. When he came back a few minutes later, Liang Xuzhi used a machine to check his body and made sure there was no abnormality before letting him lie on the bed.
On the screen, half of the screen shows the picture inside the curtain, and the other half shows the data floating on the machine.
The data originally showed an upward trend. After reaching a peak, a sudden change occurred. The data jumped up and down violently. Song Yiyuan, who was originally lying quietly, twitched violently with a painful expression.
The audience who witnessed this scene couldn't hold back their voices and started shouting.
"What's going on!"
"Isn't it said that this technology is very mature and has been tested in clinical trials? Why is it still like this?"
"A well-known professor can still be trusted if such a problem occurs during on-site acupuncture?"
"I just said that traditional Chinese medicine is unreliable! Data visualization is just to fool people! If this needle is inserted, who knows what problems will occur?"
…
The scene was instantly heated, and the audience was talking a lot.
When the accident happened, Liang Xuzhi was still calm, but when he heard the comments in the audience, his face suddenly turned green.
"Take the needle out for me." Song Yiyuan said and sat up.
Liang Xuzhi stared at Song Yiyuan coldly: "Lie back."
Only a fool would go back!
Song Yiyuan immediately wanted to get out of bed.
However, Liang Xuzhi glanced at the two attackers, and they understood. They immediately came over and held Song Yiyuan's shoulders, and then forced Song Yiyuan back.
How could Song Yiyuan be obedient? He raised his elbow to throw the person away.
Unexpectedly, Liang Xuzhi had quick eyes and quick hands, so he inserted a needle into the arm of the doctor who was sent to the hospital. Song Yiyuan's hand went numb, and the strength was removed instantly. When he was distracted, he was pushed back to the bed.
Liang Xuzhi responded calmly, and inserted a few more needles. He first asked Song Yiyuan to behave himself, and then observed the data and acted accordingly. After some operations, the data was actually stable.
However--
Only Song Yiyuan and Liang Xuzhi knew that even if Liang Xuzhi did nothing, the data would stabilize in a short period of time.
The audience's attitude was no longer as resistant as before.
"Individuals have different physiques, and the body will react differently under the same template. Record Teacher Song's data carefully and study it when you get back." Liang Xuzhi successfully resolved the crisis and gave instructions to his assistant.
Then, he glanced at Song Yiyuan with disdain and said, "Please Doctor Song..." After a pause, he continued, "Teacher Song, go down."
Song Yiyuan had already gotten out of bed and put on his coat.
Without looking at Liang Xuzhi, he directly lifted the door curtain and stepped off the stage.
Although a small accident caused some doubts, it had little impact on Liang Xuzhi, and his reputation and status would not be affected much.
At most, it is just an opportunity for those who want to blackmail him.
Compared with "the future star that the medical community held high in the past is now doing experiments in his hands for others to watch and laugh at", in his opinion, it is nothing at all.
The lecture is coming to an end.
Song Yiyuan left the auditorium first.
As he passed a corner, he suddenly heard a cold voice: "Stupid."
It's Mo Qing.
She was leaning against the corner wall, folding her arms, tilting her head slightly, and looking at Song Yiyuan rather unhappily.
Song Yiyuan was originally very angry, but when he saw Mo Qing talking about him like that, his expression changed slightly and he weakly defended: "His injection was too fast."
Mo Qing looked at him: "You are making trouble."
"I can't help but feel ashamed." Song Yiyuan sighed, feeling a little emotional.
I was born to be a decent person, and I can't do anything like that.
"Have you had any grudges with him before?" Mo Qing asked.
"A bit." Song Yiyuan thought for a moment and explained, "I used to be quite proud, and many people didn't like me. And I also belittled Chinese medicine in front of Liang Xuzhi."
Mo Qing: "..." No wonder.
"The needle you just stuck me with is quite special. Why does it look so familiar?" Song Yiyuan touched his chin and pondered for a moment, "I seem to have seen it somewhere. Where did you buy it?"
"Min Chang's family."
"He..." Song Yiyuan nodded and said, "The things he makes are indeed quite unique."
"Um."
Mo Qing answered vaguely.
The sound of footsteps came from the corridor. Mo Qing stood up straight, glanced behind Song Yiyuan, and then said goodbye to Song Yiyuan: "I'm leaving."
"Okay." Song Yiyuan nodded, saw Jiang Ke coming over, and said hello, "Mr. Jiang."
Jiang Ke nodded with him.
Then, Jiang Ke and Mo Qing left together.
Song Yiyuan smoked a cigarette in the bathroom. He didn't like smoking. He used to avoid smoking when he smelled the smell, but after coming to the No. 1 Affiliated High School, he occasionally smoked one or two cigarettes.
After smoking, he estimated that time was almost up, so he returned to the auditorium, watched the audience leave, and said goodbye to his classmates.
Some people recognized him as an experimenter and came to ask about the unexpected situation. Some were just spectators, and some were reporters with ulterior motives. He dismissed them with a few words.
When the crowd dispersed, he saw Mrs. Jiang going to find Wen Yingxue. She greeted her with a smile, but Wen Yingxue treated her coldly.
Jiang Qiyi didn't want to get involved and wandered over.
"Wen Yingxue doesn't want to go back to the Mo family, so why not go back? I don't understand why they have to beg her for nothing." Jiang Qiyi frowned, a little unhappy.
"Then why is your family so polite to Jiang Ke, who is suspected of being an illegitimate child?" Song Yiyuan glanced at him, "You are still so afraid of him."
Jiang Qiyi choked up: "It's different."
"What's different?"
"It feels different." Jiang Qiyi couldn't explain clearly, "I'm quite afraid of him. However, he may seem inhumane, but he's actually quite nice and treats everyone well."
Unlike Wen Yingxue, who had his face disfigured just because he washed his hands.
Song Yiyuan was very interested: "What's a good method?"
"Let's put it this way. Two years ago, when he first came to the Jiang family, he couldn't find a place to stay and lived with us for a while."
After scratching his head, Jiang Qiyi continued: "My mother is quite careless and doesn't pay attention to whether I eat or not. But during the time when she lived, whenever I was hungry, my aunt would send me midnight snacks. If the weather was bad, my family would send me snacks."
The driver will pick you up."
"I originally thought it was my mother who ordered me, but when Jiang Ke left, I lost all my benefits. After asking, I found out it was Jiang Ke." Jiang Qiyi sighed.
Song Yiyuan said in surprise: "It's not like he can do it."
Jiang Qiyi nodded hastily: "Yes. I have never doubted that it was him."
Later, he added: "Actually, his attitude towards the Jiang family is that he doesn't take the initiative to get involved, but if anything happens to the Jiang family, he will still help."
"Um."
The person who is willing to take Mo Qing in is indeed a kind person.
"Teacher Song, are you and Professor Liang not easy to deal with?" Jiang Qiyi rolled his eyes and changed the topic.
Song Yiyuan smiled and pushed his shoulder: "Mind your own business."
He turned to leave.
"Not for a while?" Jiang Qiyi was extremely bored and asked him to stay.
"No, go back and recuperate."
Song Yiyuan waved his hand and did not look back.
The cold wind was howling outside, and Song Yiyuan walked out of the door. He shivered when the wind blew him, and at the same time he wrapped his coat tightly.
What kind of acupuncture can strengthen the body? Seeing how frozen he is now, you can tell that it is not credible.
Song Yiyuan muttered in his heart and took a few steps forward. At this moment, something suddenly flashed in his mind, and he was startled for a moment, showing a surprised and enlightened expression.
——Min Chang is a piece of shit.
——Isn’t that the set of acupuncture needles at the auction?!
Song Yiyuan thought for a long time and finally figured it out.
The legend of co-authoring acupuncture needles is true, and the legendary miracle doctor from a hundred years ago... there is a high probability that it is also true.
Mo Qing.
——Did he belittle Chinese medicine in front of Mo Qing?
*
In the car.
Mo Qing was sitting in the back seat, lazily dozing off, but when she moved her foot, she kicked a plastic bag on the ground. She looked down and picked up the plastic bag.
She asked: "What is it?"
Jiang Ke glanced back and said calmly: "Information."
Mo Qing opened the bag and Jiang Ke was unorganized.
It was a pile of latest information, about the folklore of the "legendary prescription". It recorded many stories of people fighting for a prescription and losing their lives.
Over the past hundred years, the stories about medicinal prescriptions have been extremely exciting.
"Hiding the prescription, dispersing it among the people, using special materials and twenty-one processes to create a sense of mystery, and letting those who covet it compete for it, is the way you think of spreading it?" Jiang Ke asked slowly.
"Yeah." Mo Qing admitted frankly, "Human beings are naturally curious about mysterious things."
Jiang Ke was noncommittal.
Mo Qing read the information for a while and asked curiously: "Is anyone still snatching this prescription now?"
Lifting his gaze, Jiang Ke glanced at her through the rearview mirror and said, "There are so many."
"oh?"
"Liang Xuzhi is one of that group." Jiang Ke said.
This unexpected and reasonable information made Mo Qing raise his eyebrows.
——Is it such a coincidence?
"Is there any medicine available?"
"There is one, which is kept in the Miracle Doctor Village and is kept by the village chief." Jiang Ke replied.
"Which one?"
"have no idea."
Although the Miracle Doctor Village is famous, there is very little information that can be found.
I heard that the Miracle Doctor Village is in a remote rural area. Just to enter it, you have to climb several mountains and it is naturally isolated from the outside world. And when you actually find the village, it is difficult to enter because it has to go through strict review.
Even the real address of the Miracle Doctor Village cannot be found online.
Mo Qing pinched the pile of information, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked thoughtful.
——Maybe you can go to this miracle doctor village.
*
The accident in Liang Xuzhi's lecture did not cause much splash on the Internet.
There are discussions and questions, but as soon as it is posted, it is quickly deleted or restricted, making it difficult for the public to know.
…
On Monday, it snowed again.
Mo Qing built two snowmen early in the morning, but was discovered by Jiang Ke. So Jiang Ke asked Mrs. Chen to make breakfast early, and after Mo Qing finished eating, he asked Peng Zhong to send Mo Qing away.
In the front yard, Jiang Ke stood in front of the door, looking at the two snowmen, one big and one small.
The big one looks like him.
At some point, Mo Qing stole his coat, hat and scarf, and put them on the snowman Jiang Ke, as well as sunglasses.
The youngest one is Xiao Jiangjiang, who is very alive, spinning and dancing.
Jiang Ke looked at the snowman who looked exactly like him.
That's not him.
He had never worn that set of clothes, and the style was a bit retro. It was paired with a scarf and a hat, and it looked very much like the clothes he wore a hundred years ago. The snowman's demeanor and temperament were a bit cynical, not unlike him in any way.
This snowman is definitely not him.
He thought of "Chief Jiang" that Xiao Jiangjiang often said, and also recalled that Mo Qing had mentioned someone who was inextricably linked to him - Jiang Yan.
Is it that person?
Peng Ren held the steamed buns given by Mrs. Chen in his hand, and surrounded the two snowmen and praised them: "Master Jiang, our Miss Mo is really talented in art, she is simply amazing. She looks good, studies well, and has great talent. How can she?"
It’s so perfect!”
Jiang Ke couldn't bear it anymore: "A few compliments won't save you a bite."
"Oh, oh." Peng Ren took a bite of the steamed bun and was satisfied. After a while, he asked Jiang Ke doubtfully, "Master Jiang, if I don't praise you, can you take two photos? I want to keep them as souvenirs."
"
Jiang Ke's eyebrows were slightly cold: "It's smashed."
"Smashed?" Peng Ren almost dropped the dough head, "This is the snowman that Miss Mo made early in the morning. If it is smashed like this, will she be angry?"
Peng Ren felt that it was a bit redundant to ask "will it happen?"
Will it?
Of course it will!
An unknown anger arose in his heart. Jiang Ke's voice turned cold and his tone was undeniable: "Smashed."
Peng Ren shrank and looked at the two snowmen with regret.
——Can’t keep it anymore.
*
Because Peng Zhong sent him to school twenty minutes early, Mo Qing rarely enjoyed a quiet morning on campus.
It was still dark, so few students came.
Mo Qing walked around the campus at a slow pace, admiring the campus landscape after the snow.
Suddenly, with her keen hearing, she heard voices. She paused and heard a voice clearly——
"Make a price and give me the piece of paper left by Song Jianghe."
