Cultivation of true medicine and saints in the city

Chapter 611 It's Not My Lecture

"Why do I feel like the whole school is here?"

Seeing such a large group of people, Zhao Yifan couldn't help but frowned, and cast a glance at He Li, the instigator.

He Li felt a little guilty at once, she looked around, and felt that it was not like, but affirmation, she looked around and said to him: "Mr. Zhao, it's okay, I will find a way to let you in."

As for Dean He, Yuan Bo and Director Fan, they had already sat down in the lecture theater.

Same as them.

Many people from other schools also arrived here early, came to the auditorium in advance, and found their seats.

Basically, everyone has the same idea - I'm all sitting here, so why can Mr. Feng drive us away again?

As for the people from the Kyoto city exchange study group and Mr. Feng, they haven't come yet. Except for Dean He and other people from other schools, the rest are some students and teachers from the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

Seeing that the outside of the lecture theater was surrounded by people, and the aisle inside the classroom was also full of people, Dean He and the others secretly rejoiced that they waited for people to come early, otherwise, they would not even be able to enter the door.

"Students, everyone give way."

Outside the classroom, Tang Yuntao's voice sounded, accompanied by Director Wu yelling loudly: "Students, don't crowd, don't crowd Mr. Feng." He was sweating profusely in the crowd, trying to maintain order , for fear of any accident.

But in fact, Director Wu seemed a bit paranoid.

When many students saw Mr. Feng and the group approaching, they all consciously made way for Mr. Feng to pass, and at the same time greeted Mr. Feng.

Elder Feng was also smiling, raised his hand, and greeted many students with a smile.

I don't know which student was the first to make trouble on purpose. After Mr. Feng and his party passed by, many students stopped Director Wu.

"Student, let me go."

When Director Wu saw this, he jumped up anxiously. There were so many people here, and he was not beside Mr. Feng right now. He was afraid that something might happen, so he pushed the students in front of him while talking.

"Director Wu, what are you doing, you haven't seen so many people, why are you pushing me?"

The student looked at him innocently and said, "I didn't mean to block your way on purpose. Besides, there are so many people here, it's useless if you just push me."

"you……"

Director Wu was so angry that he was about to die, but there was nothing he could do. At this moment, a few people came up behind him, and the students around him all retreated to the side unconsciously when these people passed by.

"Mr. Zhao, wait for me."

Director Wu took a look and immediately recognized Zhao Yifan and He Li as the students. He hurriedly followed Zhao Yifan and gave the student who had spoken to him a hard look.

The student didn't recognize that Zhao Yifan was what He Li said, "Teacher Zhao" who had better medical skills than Mr. Feng. Seeing that Director Wu wanted to go in behind Zhao Yifan and others, the student blinked at the people around him. , and wanted to repeat the old tricks, even Zhao Yifan and his pedestrians were stopped.

As a result, when Zhao Yifan walked up to them, the student felt a gentle but irresistible force, pushing him back a few steps involuntarily, making way for him.

Zhao Yifan smiled at him, kept walking, and continued to move forward. The student looked stunned, not understanding what happened just now.

Old Feng and the others entered the lecture theater one step ahead of Zhao Yifan and the others.

As soon as he entered, someone recognized Mr. Feng.

"Hello, Mr. Feng."

"Hello, Mr. Feng."

As if someone had given an order, everyone stood up at the same time, greeting Mr. Feng excitedly and enthusiastically.

"Director Fan."

After Yuan Bo stood up, seeing Director Fan was still sitting on the seat, he hastily touched Director Fan lightly.

Seeing this, Director Fan reluctantly stood up and clapped his hands perfunctorily.

After Mr. Feng came in, he looked around, but he didn't see Zhao Yifan. He was a little surprised. After all, it was Zhao Yifan who gave the lecture today, not him.

"Old Feng."

Tang Yuntao was beside Mr. Feng, seeing him looking left and right, he knew clearly what he was looking for, so he quickly walked two steps, came to Mr. Feng, and said with a low voice: "Mr. Zhao will be here soon, you first Go up to the stage and say a few words."

"Alright."

Old Feng nodded. He knew that it would be impossible for him not to say a few words on such an occasion.

Seeing Mr. Feng walking to the podium, the applause of everyone became more and more enthusiastic.

Elder Feng waved his hand, everyone stopped applauding immediately, and the classroom became quiet.

"First of all, I would like to thank everyone here."

Old Feng said with a smile: "I'm almost old, and I'm flattered to be warmly welcomed by you."

Everyone laughed softly when they heard this.

"Also, I want to say one more thing."

Speaking of this, Mr. Feng saw Zhao Yifan and his group walk into the classroom, and he quickly said: "Maybe many people came here today to listen to my lecture. If you really think so, then I can only say one thing." I'm sorry sorry."

"Old Feng, what do you mean?"

Dean He, who was below, was startled when he heard what Feng Lao said, and couldn't help asking.

"Because today, even during the time I stayed in Qingzhou College of Traditional Chinese Medicine, I don't know how to give lectures."

Old Feng's smile subsided, and he said seriously: "To tell you the truth, you should all know that I have retired a long time ago from being the dean of the Kyoto City College of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Dean Zhao and others from Kyoto City College of Traditional Chinese Medicine came here for the purpose of studying!"

"what?"

"Old leader Feng came here to study?"

"Old Feng is really too humble."

Everyone here didn't believe what Feng Lao said - they thought Feng Lao was being modest.

After all, Mr. Feng is a well-known figure in the field of Chinese medicine, and even in the domestic medical field, especially in the field of Chinese medicine.

If Mr. Feng claimed to be the second in medicine, then no one would dare to call himself the number one in medicine.

Besides, this is Qingzhou City College of Traditional Chinese Medicine, not the University of Western Medicine and other schools. No one would believe that Mr. Feng, who is like a big dipper in the field of Chinese medicine, said that he came to study under such an occasion.

If this place was replaced by an exchange meeting of western medicine, Mr. Feng said that he came to study, which can be said to be so-so, but now this is the meeting place of traditional Chinese medicine.

Feng Lao said that he came to study, and no one would believe it.

"Old Feng."

Dean He from the audience said with a smile: "Stop joking with us here, we said just now that we finally had a chance to listen to your lecture."

"That's right, Mr. Feng, I asked for leave on purpose this time."

Someone else said with a smile.

"Old Feng, after you finish your lecture, can I ask you a question?"

someone else asked.

"Everyone be quiet."

Elder Feng was a little helpless when he heard the words, waved his hands, and said seriously: "Everyone, as I said just now, this time I came to Qingzhou University of Traditional Chinese Medicine with an attitude of learning." After a pause, He went on to say: "In addition, the person who is giving the lecture today is really not me, but Professor Zhao Yifan from Qingzhou City College of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Next, we invite Professor Zhao Yifan to come on stage to give you a lecture on 'Basic Theory of Traditional Chinese Medicine'. Everyone is welcome."

After finishing speaking, Mr. Feng was the first to raise his hands and applaud.

"Professor Zhao Yifan?"

"who is this?"

"I've never heard of it!"

Dean He and the others were immediately stunned. At first, they thought that Mr. Feng was just being humble, but now it seemed that what Mr. Feng said was true, not being humble!

Tang Yuntao followed Mr. Feng and clapped vigorously. There were some students in the classroom. He Li had already heard about this "superb medical" Zhao Yifan yesterday.

After hearing about Zhao Yifan, these students were even more interested in Zhao Yifan than Mr. Feng. Now that Zhao Yifan was going to give a lecture, these students stretched their necks while applauding, and looked around to find out who it was. Zhao Yifan.

Dean He and the others came back to their senses, applauded perfunctorily, and looked for Zhao Yifan everywhere.

quickly.

They saw Zhao Yifan.

"Such a young teacher?"

"Mr. Feng just said that he is a professor?"

"Is there a mistake? I came here for Old Feng, why did I become a young teacher giving lectures?"

Those from other schools, after perfunctory applause, discussed in low voices, with disappointment on their faces.

"Professor Zhao, I will leave it to you."

Old Feng stood on the podium, and when Zhao Yifan came over, he handed the microphone to Zhao Yifan and said respectfully.

Zhao Yifan hummed, stood under the podium with a microphone in his hand, and glanced over Dean He and the others. After the applause quieted down, he said lightly, "Before the lecture, I have to ask one thing. Dean Tang."

"what?"

When Tang Yuntao heard Zhao Yifan calling him, he was taken aback for a moment, then stood up quickly and said, "Mr. Zhao, what's wrong?"

"I see that there are not many teachers and students in our school, except for the exchange group of the Kyoto City College of Traditional Chinese Medicine. What's going on?"

Zhao Yifan asked indifferently.

"Zhao."

Tang Yuntao was a little embarrassed at once, glanced at Dean He and the others, coughed dryly, and said, "There are many colleagues in our medical field here..." In this situation, he couldn't say anything, but he felt in his heart. He scolded Dean He and others bloodyly.

special.

I told you clearly last night that at most one person is enough.

It turned out that you were lucky, and you were given a total of ten places, but more than 100 people came!
How could he explain this to Zhao Yifan?

(End of this chapter)