Cultivation of true medicine and saints in the city

Chapter 339 Admission Criteria
"Ms. Zhao?"

He Li and the other students were dumbfounded.

"It's actually nothing special."

Seeing this, Zhao Yifan waved his hands, and said softly, "It's just using acupuncture to temporarily seal the circulation of Qi and blood in the legs. This thing sounds miraculous, but in fact, it's not a big deal."

"That's because Mr. Zhao is too modest."

Tang Yuntao said with a smile: "Students, expert Orabi is an internationally renowned brain expert. It is very meaningful for such a western medicine expert to accept Mr. Zhao's traditional Chinese medicine treatment. It can be said that Mr. Zhao has contributed a lot to holding the medical exchange meeting in our School of Traditional Chinese Medicine. I suggest that everyone give Mr. Zhao a round of applause, okay?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the students in the classroom all spontaneously applauded vigorously.

"Ms. Zhao's living example proves that Chinese medicine is not incapable of treating serious and acute illnesses as some people say."

After the applause gradually died down, Tang Yuntao looked around at the students in the classroom and said: "Students, Chinese medicine is a medical technique that has been passed down for thousands of years in our country. When studying Western medicine, Chinese medicine still occupies a place. This in itself proves that Chinese medicine must have its advantages. Chinese medicine is not incapable of curing diseases, but because your medical skills are not superb and you did not study hard. At least in the cases I met Among the many intractable diseases, most of them are finally cured by traditional Chinese medicine and completely eradicated without recurrence. Western medicine is often helpless, and you will experience this in your work in the future.”

After a pause, Tang Yuntao glanced at Zhao Yifan, and said with a smile: "Also, if you guys here know the graduate students of our school, you can go and inquire about them. The doctor here is very famous, students who don’t know that you are here, has anyone heard of it?”

Hearing his words, Zhao Yifan shook his head with a smile.

"President Tang, I've heard of Senior Brother Zhu's name."

He Li raised her hand and stood up, and said with a smile: "Brother Zhu is the most inspiring person among the graduate students in our school. It is said that he was in his 30s before he was admitted to our school as a graduate student. After studying for half a year, he went to the affiliated hospital for consultation. During the internship, many difficult diseases were cured, and they were about to become a signature of the Department of Internal Medicine.”

He Li is in her senior year this year, and she hasn't decided yet whether she should choose to apply for a major in western medicine or continue to take a postgraduate entrance examination.

Because of this, she consulted a few seniors who applied for the postgraduate entrance examination in the previous class, and found out about Zhu Zhigang.

"You are right. Zhu Zhigang was in his 30s before he was admitted to our school as a graduate student."

Tang Yuntao nodded, changed the topic, and said with a smile: "Then you know, why did he become a signboard of internal medicine after studying for half a year?"

"Is it because Senior Brother Zhu is good at practicing Chinese medicine?"

He Li said speculatively.

Tang Yuntao laughed dumbly, and said: "Student He Li, think about it, if Zhu Zhigang is really a piece of material for practicing Chinese medicine, he wouldn't be depressed for many years. After working for seven or eight years, he came to our school to take the postgraduate entrance examination again. ?”

"What's that for?"

He Li asked curiously, not only her, but all the students in the classroom were eager to know what to ask.

"That's because he became Teacher Zhao's student."

Tang Yuntao pointed at Zhao Yifan with a smile.

"what?"

He Li suddenly dropped her jaw in shock, looked at Zhao Yifan in disbelief, and stammered, "You... are you a professor?"

"Yes."

Tang Yuntao answered for Zhao Yifan: "Ms. Zhao is no ordinary lecturer, he is a professor of our School of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and he is a full professor!"

There was no sound in the classroom.

This news was even more shocking than the news that Zhao Yifan had treated Olabi well, and it shocked He Li and other students.

Such a young professor?
And he's still a full professor!
After recovering, all the students in the classroom were boiling, looking at Zhao Yifan with eyes of admiration.

Especially He Li and Liu Hui.

Knowing that Zhao Yifan was a teacher earlier was enough to surprise the two of them. Unexpectedly, Zhao Yifan's real identity turned out to be a full professor!
This will shock the two of them.

When she came back to her senses, Liu Hui's beautiful eyes were shining, and she stared at Zhao Yifan firmly.

Even if he was seven or eight meters away, Zhao Yifan could feel her fiery gaze.

"Ahem, okay, let's start the lecture now."

Zhao Yifan restrained his smile, and started to talk seriously: "Today I will tell you the most basic, and at the same time, the diagnosis method that best reflects the level of a Chinese medical skill. , Tracing back to the origin, the pathogenesis cannot escape the scope of the six meridians and eight principles..."

There was a rustling sound in the classroom.

All the students listened carefully to Zhao Yifan's explanation and took notes. Even Tang Yuntao took out a small notebook, and immediately wrote down the highlights when he heard the highlights.

Zhao Yifan's explanation was not only not boring, but very exciting.

In the early years, when Li Xiao was still alive, he would lead Zhao Yifan down the mountain every year for a walk in the secular world. Zhao Yifan's medical skills were honed from those years.

When Zhao Yifan spoke eloquently, interspersed with theoretical knowledge and explained some cases, everyone was fascinated by listening, and more than an hour passed in a blink of an eye.

The teacher of the next class came to the lecture theater and saw that the lecture theater was full of seats and filled with students. He was shocked on the spot and wondered if he had gone the wrong way?
He went out and looked back, yes, it was the lecture theater.

But, when did the auditorium give lectures, so many students came to listen?

"...Okay, let's stop here for today."

Zhao Yifan guessed that the time was almost up, he stopped, smiled at the students below, and said, "Let's end get out of class."

Boom.

All the students stood up unanimously.

"Mr. Zhao, when will you give lectures in the future?"

"Professor Zhao, when will your next class start?"

"Professor Zhao, I want to apply for your graduate student..."

Seeing this scene, Zhao Yifan smiled wryly. He waved his hand, and all the students shut their mouths instantly and became quiet.

Seeing this scene, Director Ma shook his head, and whispered to Tang Yuntao in admiration: "Only a teacher like Professor Zhao can make the students worship so much?"

"almost."

Tang Yuntao gave a wry smile, thinking to himself, even if I teach public lectures, it has never been like today, when I waved my hand, all the students consciously kept silent.

"I don't have the task of teaching yet, and I'm just teaching graduate students."

Zhao Yifan thought for a while and said, "However, the number of people I bring is very small each time. If everyone wants to apply for my graduate student, then you have to think about it." He half-jokingly and half-seriously said: "I choose students very carefully picky."

His words not only did not make the students dissatisfied, but also aroused bursts of echo.

"This is normal, Professor Zhao. Students choose teachers, and teachers choose students."

"That's right, Professor Zhao, it's normal for a teacher with excellent medical skills like you to be more strict in selecting students!"

Zhao Yifan smiled and said, "Okay, let's stop here today, the next class is about to start, so let's not take up the time of other students." After speaking, he turned and walked off the podium and walked out of the classroom.

"Professor Zhao."

A crisp voice sounded behind him.

Turning around, Zhao Yifan saw He Li and Liu Hui walking towards him quickly. He stopped, looked at them with a smile, and jokingly said, "Minister He, what instructions do you have?"

He Li's face turned red immediately, and she said embarrassingly and resentfully: "I'm sorry, Professor Zhao, I didn't know your identity earlier... Besides, I called you classmate Zhao, didn't you agree? Didn't tell me, you are a teacher."

Indeed, thinking of this, He Li was a little angry.

I don't know you as a great professor, but you should tell me anyway!

"Then didn't I tell you later?"

Zhao Yifan shrugged his shoulders helplessly, and said with an innocent face: "But don't you two don't believe me? By the way, you two should stop talking about you. I don't feel comfortable listening to you. No big deal, there's no need for that."

With a puff, Liu Hui couldn't help laughing, "Professor Zhao, that's because we thought you were a student before, and then you said you were a teacher. I really thought you were joking with me." Seeing Zhao Yifan still As before, she didn't have any pretensions, so Liu Hui's courage became a little bigger.

"Then you mean to blame me?"

Zhao Yifan smiled and said, "Okay, no kidding, what do you want from me?"

"Have!"

He Li and Liu Hui nodded in unison.

"Professor Zhao, we both want to apply for your postgraduate studies."

He Li said first: "We will graduate next year, so I want to ask you, what are your criteria for recruiting students?"

"standard?"

Hearing this, Zhao Yifan took a careful look at the two, shook his head, smiled and said, "Actually, there is no standard, it just depends on how you feel." He used physiognomy to look at the two just now. Whether it was He Li or Liu Hui, neither of them had any relationship with him as a teacher or student.

"Look at the feeling?"

Liu Hui and He Li dropped their jaws in shock, and when they came back to their senses, they were dumbfounded. This is probably the most puzzling admission standard in history, right?
(End of this chapter)