Kneeling and begging the ancestors to be a good man

Chapter 78 Special Teacher [08] The Village of Magical Doctors, the Master of Chinese Medicine

The next day, Jing Su still didn't come to school.

During the recess, Song Yiyuan found Jiang Qiyi again, and the two murmured for a long time. Finally, under Song Yiyuan's persuasion, Jiang Qiyi agreed to accompany Song Yiyuan to find Jing Su for a chat.

Song Yiyuan let out a long breath of relief.

He stood up and found that Mo Qing was leaning back on the desk with his arms crossed, looking at him with his head tilted.

Song Yiyuan was shocked: "It's none of your business today."

Yesterday Jing Su and Mo Qing didn't talk, and I didn't see how Mo Qing played well, but Song Yiyuan could vividly remember the scene where Mo Qing threatened Jing Su's father, so he didn't dare to bring Mo Qing with him at this time.

Mo Qing raised his eyebrows.

"Teacher Song." Suddenly, a voice came from the back door of the classroom. It was the dean's voice with a firm tone.

Song Yiyuan looked back.

The dean strode in.

"At two o'clock in the afternoon this Saturday, Liang Xuzhi, a master of traditional Chinese medicine, will give a lecture on Chinese medicine in the auditorium of our school. It is open to students from all over 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, he touched the back molars with the tip of his tongue, and asked after a while: "Who?"

"Liang Xuzhi. He is the same as you. He graduated from Imperial City University, or the same year. Don't you know him?"

——As an alumnus of the same class, he is already a master of Chinese studies recognized by the state. What are you doing?
"Don't say it." Song Yiyuan simply refused, "What's so interesting about the lectures on Chinese medicine, it's still half-baked."

The dean said sullenly, "Teacher Song, pay attention to the way you speak."

Song Yiyuan broke up with him a long time ago, and he was not used to him, and said bluntly: "If you want to say it, you say it, but I won't say it."

"you--"

The dean gritted his teeth angrily, pointed at Song Yiyuan, but held back.

The reason why Song Yiyuan was able to suppress the live broadcast was because Song Yiyuan had their phone recordings.Song Yiyuan used this to blackmail them and calm down the matter.

The teaching director and Lu Zhan could only smash their teeth and swallow their blood.

Up to now, Song Yiyuan's recording has not been deleted, and the dean's handle is still in his hands.

"I'll say what I say." The dean said through gritted teeth, swallowing all his anger.

The school bell rings.

The dean walked to the podium, the classroom was suddenly silent, and the students cast doubtful glances at him.

"I have some good news, let me tell you about it." The dean said, "This Saturday, Liang Xuzhi, a famous master of traditional Chinese medicine at 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 Students can sign up to listen to it.”

"Is that Liang Xuzhi who came out of the Miracle Doctor Village?" The squad leader raised his hands and asked curiously.

The dean was overjoyed, nodded and said, "That's right, it's him."

Hearing this news, the classroom suddenly exploded.

"Miracle doctor village? I seem to have heard of it."

"It's very famous. Several of the certified masters of traditional Chinese medicine in our country come from this village."

"Does Liang Xuzhi have a Chinese medicine program on national television? My grandfather loves to listen to it and has learned a lot of ways to keep in good health."

"Western medical organizations look at EMO. For Chinese medicine, the miracle doctor village accounts for half of the country."

……

The students responded positively to this lecture.

There is no need for the dean to waste his time talking.

The teaching director didn't expect the effect to be so good, and he immediately felt much happier.With a smile on his face, he looked at Song Yiyuan provocatively and proudly.

However, Song Yiyuan turned a blind eye and looked indifferent.

"What is Miracle Doctor Village?" Mo Qing raised his head slightly and asked Song Yiyuan.

"A hermit village was established 100 years ago." Shen Qi, who was sitting behind Mo Qing, looked up 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. Now, more than half of the Chinese medicine masters who can be called famous come from that village."

Mo Qing asked again: "Who built it?"

"It is said that the surname is Jiang, but I didn't leave a name." Shen Qi looked at Mo Qing's side face, carefully observing the changes in her expression, "Their current village chief is surnamed Mo."

Song Yiyuan quietly listened to Shen Qi's words, and said with great interest: "You know a lot."

Shen Qi asked in a low voice, "Isn't it common sense?"

Mo Qing and the others: "..."

Good guy, offend everyone with one sentence.

"For the Chinese medicine industry, this is indeed common sense." Song Yiyuan helped them save their respect.

Min Chang reminded leisurely: "My family runs a medical clinic."

Mo Qing then added: "I am the doctor in Huichun Pavilion."

Song Yiyuan was startled, thinking that he had forgotten this, but the next moment, he saw Min Chang and Mo Qing chatting on their own.

"You haven't treated anyone alone, have you?" Min Chang felt very pressured by the fact that Mo Qing claimed to be a doctor of Huichun Pavilion.

"Has there ever been a patient in your medical center?" Mo Qing asked back.

"..."

Min Chang was speechless.

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The news that "Liang Xuzhi came to give a speech at the First Affiliated Middle School" spread immediately, not only among the major middle schools, but also among elementary schools and Chinese medicine lovers.

Liang Xuzhi, only 25 years old, is a national first-class master of traditional Chinese medicine. He works in the School of Medicine of Imperial City University and is the youngest associate professor.

He is young, promising and handsome, backed by a village of genius doctors, plus he has a regular program, popularizing science on major social platforms, and is very well-known.

Students and parents responded enthusiastically.

At noon, when Mo Qing ran into Song Yiyuan at the goblin canteen, he asked Song Yiyuan for a lecture spot.

"You want to attend the lecture?" Song Yiyuan was shocked.

"Ah."

Song Yiyuan clicked his tongue, and said disdainfully: "Why listen to that, Chinese medicine is not as good as Western medicine..."

Mo Qing's gaze moved down and landed on Song Yiyuan's right hand.

Song Yiyuan's heart trembled, he moved his hand back subconsciously, and asked vigilantly, "What else did Hoss tell you?"

"What?" Mo Qing was puzzled.

"Didn't Huos tell you about my hand being scrapped?" Song Yiyuan stared at Mo Qing suspiciously, licked the corner of his lower lip, and continued to ask, "What else did he say?"

Mo Qing paused, and replied, "He didn't say anything."

"..."

Song Yiyuan said "I don't believe it".

"Your hand looks like it's holding a scalpel, but it's trembling and you can still hold chalk. It's impossible to use a scalpel. Is it scrapped or something?" Mo Qing asked slowly.

Song Yiyuan figured out something, his eyes widened: "You saw it?"

"Ah."

"How come..." 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 then he calmed down again.

Mo Qing turned the topic back: "Lectures."

"All right, all right." Song Yiyuan waved his hand, "Isn't there only one quota?"

Taking a deep breath, Song Yiyuan looked Mo Qing up and down for a while, and finally told him worriedly: "One thing. You have to promise me not to cause trouble."

"Row."

Mo Qing readily agreed.

Then, she waved her hand, turned and left, her long hair fluttering behind her.

Looking at her back, Song Yiyuan raised his hand to cover his chest, always feeling a little uneasy.

(End of this chapter)