I Am the President of the University

In the classroom, Professor Huang Hong's voice echoed loudly and powerfully.

"If you feel that your motherland is not good, you will build it; if you feel that the government is not good, you will take the civil service examination to be an official; if you feel that the people are not qualified, you will start to be a high-quality citizen; If you feel that your compatriots are ignorant, start learning from you and change the people around you, instead of verbal abuse, complaining, and fleeing."

"Hengmei coldly pointed to thousands of husbands and bowed his head willingly as a bully. The place where you stand is your China; what you are like is China; what you are is what China is; if you are bright, China is not dark !"

With the passage of time, the lecture gradually came to an end.

Professor Huang Hong stopped suddenly and looked out the window.

It seemed that the originally gloomy weather finally began to shine, and little by little sunlight came out.

The light may be late, but it will eventually drive out the darkness.

A burst of joy came from the bottom of my heart. Professor Huang Hong had a bright smile on her face. Looking at the students in the audience, she seemed to be looking at her own children, with a soft look in her eyes.

Maybe they will not fully understand some of today's words, but this will be a seed planted in their hearts. At a certain moment, they will sprout and then thrive.

"The lecture is almost over. Finally, I miss a message from Mr. Lu Xun to all the students present!"

The students below, as well as the students standing motionless outside the classroom for fear that the sound might disturb the teacher, are calming their minds and waiting for the last moment.

Professor Huang Hong’s lecture was mellow, and the speech contained rich emotions, which was very contagious. At first, some students were playing with mobile phones, but when they heard from behind, the mobile phones in their hands didn’t smell good. They all raised their heads and listened to Huang. Professor Hong's speech.

"May all the Chinese youth get rid of the air-conditioning and just walk upwards, without listening to the self-defeating people. Whatever can do things, they can make a sound. If there is a bit of heat and a bit of light, it will make it like a firefly, and it can also be a little bit in the dark. Light, don’t have to wait for the torch."

"After that, if there is no torch, I will be the only light!"

"The above is my speech today, thank you all the students and teachers for your support, thank you!"

The speech stopped, and Professor Huang Hong bent over and bowed to the crowd.

There was no applause in the classroom for the first time, as if he was still shocked by Professor Huang Hong's words.

"Fuck!"

The silence remained for more than ten seconds, and then I don’t know who was the first to applaud, and then there was a flood of non-stop applause in the entire classroom and in the corridor outside the classroom!

Upon seeing this, Huang Hong also breathed a sigh of relief, his face relieved, and then a little moved.

She did not live up to the invitation of Principal Chen Hao to visit the thatched cottage, nor did she fail to live up to the presence of these students.

Then, her gaze turned to Chen Hao in the first row.

Because the other party is getting up and coming over to the stage.

Chen Hao walked to the side of Professor Huang Hong and praised from the bottom of his heart: "Professor Huang, you said so well, I am already looking forward to your speech next week."

"President Chen is too acclaimed, I still have shortcomings." Professor Huang Hong said modestly.

"Professor Huang, you have been tired after talking for so long. Why don't you sit down and rest? I will give the students a few last words." Chen Hao said with a smile.

"Okay, I'm also looking forward to your speech from President Chen." After listening to Chen Hao's words, Professor Huang Hong suddenly became interested, smiled and handed the microphone to Chen Hao, and then walked to the first row.

After Professor Huang Hong took his seat, Chen Hao picked up the microphone and first glanced at Huang Hong, and then raised his voice to the students: "Do you think Professor Huang is speaking well?"

"Okay!" the students shouted directly without even thinking about it.

"Then let's applaud Professor Huang Hong again?!" Chen Hao smiled directly.

"Fuck!"

Loud applause sounded again, causing many passing students to stay curiously and look over.

Professor Huang Hong sat in the position and smiled helplessly at this scene.

After the applause, Chen Hao gradually reduced his smile on his face, and slowly said to the crowd:

"Students, there is no shortage of experts and authority in this world. What is lacking is a person who is willing to give himself away. When you help others, please remember that medicine is sometimes exhausted, only not Exhausted love can illuminate a suffering soul."

"This passage is a passage once said by Mr. Wu Mengchao, a well-known expert in hepatobiliary surgery and an academician of the Chinese Academy of Sciences. I want to ask anyone who knows who Mr. Wu Mengchao is?"

Chen Hao looked around at everyone, no one dared to raise his hand wherever he looked.

Finally, a still trembling hand was raised.

Chen Hao was finally relieved, and encouraged this classmate with a smile, "This classmate wearing a white T-shirt, tell me what you know."

Feeling the gaze from the audience, the classmate lowered his head timidly, took a deep breath and finally reluctantly said the words.

"I, I am from Minqing County, I come from Academician Wu's hometown, so I understand a little bit. Academician Wu is the pioneer of liver surgery in China, and is known as the "Father of Hepatobiliary Surgery in China." "

"Principal, I, I know this." The boy in the white T-shirt blushed, looking at a loss.

"Knowing that these are already great, sit down."

After Chen Hao comforted, he turned to everyone.

In fact, he was a little sad in his heart. Academician Wu Mengchao often heard about it even when he was in a beautiful country, and he admired Mr. Wu.

Academician Wu is a native of Minqing in Hu Province, but more than 50% of Guanghua University’s students are from this province, even Mr. Wu doesn’t even know about it, let alone some scientists from other provinces.

Patriotic education is imminent!

"Academician Wu was born in 1922 and is 98 years old this year. Do you know when Academician Wu retired?"

Chen Hao's voice was a little deep, even a little heavy.

"Academician Wu retired last year. An academician who won the National Highest Science and Technology Award retired at the age of 97. And who knows that Academician Wu was still performing surgery in the operating room on his 96th birthday?! "

"The benevolence of a doctor, a great healer, moved the world not only by his medical skills, but also by his benevolence. Although I have never met Mr. Wu, I can feel the breath of love exuding from his body. Love for life, love for life, love for everyone around."

"I also hope that this kind of love can be passed on to all the students present here!"

A 96-year-old man ~www.novelmtl.com~ and still sticks to the hospital operating room on his birthday, what a mind and noble quality!

Chen Hao thinks he can't do this level, so he has a deeper respect for Wu Lao.

The classmates below are also ashamed of being such a character, and many of them are from Minqing, Wu's hometown. They don't even know this, which is even more ridiculous.

"Let me tell you about the two dreams of Grandpa Yuan Longping!"

ps: Ask for recommended tickets, ask for monthly tickets!

I can’t use Douyin anymore. It’s all the videos of Grandpa Yuan Longping. It’s still terribly uncomfortable...I don’t know if there are classmates from Changsha, I am really envious! If I were in Changsha, I would be able to mourn for Grandpa Yuan.

Grandpa Yuan’s farewell ceremony was held at 10 o’clock this morning, and there was heavy rain here in Fuzhou. Is it God’s tears for the death of Grandpa Yuan and Grandpa Wu?

(The text has passed 2000 words, not to make up the number of words.)