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Grandpa Lu? She's so stunned now, I'll go! The authoritative professor is actually Grandpa Lu! Shi Moqing just felt a group of crows flying overhead ...

No wonder Grandpa Lu had been weird yesterday. No wonder today the pharmacy didn't open the door. She said that she said there was a class the next day. Grandpa Lu's face was a little uncomfortable. It turned out to be this way!

Feelings about Sun Yuxiang? She suddenly offered herself a favor, did Grandpa Lu give her a place?

It wasn't until the shadow mask came down that Shi Moqing looked back and looked at the suddenly enlarged face in front of her. She subconsciously leaned back, but the stool couldn't support the weight of the tilt, and she fell backwards.

The other party quickly grabbed her with one hand and a low, magnetic voice came, and there was a faint smile, "This classmate, I just asked you to borrow a pen, you don't have to be afraid of me!"

Shi Moqing steadied his body and slapped the paw on his arm, stared at the bright face with a smile on his face, gritted his teeth, "No!"

"Thank you! This classmate is so good!" Someone grasped the pen he didn't know when it was in his hand, smiled evilly, and turned gracefully.

Shi Moqing stretched out her legs angrily, trying to kick him, and when she saw the serious grandfather Lu on the podium, she glanced coldly at her, her heart beating, and she immediately lowered her head.

At this time, the seats in the front row were already full of people, and they were actually the lecturers. There was a calm-faced Ying Shaoyu sitting next to Lu Zhan. He glanced vaguely at them and turned his head slightly.

When Sun Yuxiang touched Mo Qing lightly, she silently handed her a pen, full of sour vinegar, as if she was accusing her.

Shi Moqing took a pen and sighed. Under the eyelids of the father, she didn't dare to have a little action, all blame Lu Zhan!

"Dear teachers and students, in order to expand the knowledge of your classmates, our principal specially invited Professor Lu once again to teach us all the teachers and students of the school, everyone is welcome!" Ji Size, who spoke briefly, said a few words, I gave the class to Father Lu, and sat directly to the right of Lu Zhan.

The old man gently scanned the classroom, sat down, and said lightly, "Someone on the road has some rules for lectures. Do n’t come if you are not serious or quiet. Do n’t come in loud and noisy. Do n’t ask questions when I speak. After that, we will give everyone free time to ask questions! "

Shi Moqing's face turned red. Grandpa Lu was warning herself. Lu Zhan was blamed. She took the lesson seriously.

Seeing that everyone understood, Father Lu retracted his gaze. "Today, let's talk about whether Chinese and Western medicine should be combined. There are so many other things that lay people don't understand. Let's talk about this!"

Shi Mo Qing was awkward, how could she hear? Grandpa Lu was unwilling to do so, and occasionally gave a class. The students in the classroom were not all the top students from the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine. He said Even more esoteric, it is estimated that only people in the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine can understand.

"Everyone knows that traditional Chinese medicine and western medicine have their own advantages and disadvantages, so we can neither remove the old cloth and the new standard, or change the rules. We should ..."

The grandfather on the stage talked, and none of them made sense, but Shi Moqing heard a slight sadness from it. Perhaps he would rather dispense medicine at home than see this occasional lecture?

The old man deserves to be the authority of the Chinese medical profession. After a lesson, there are some theories that he listens to with interest. Shi Moqing seems to feel that another part of his mind has been opened.

He drank the water at his mouth lightly, and the old man swallowed slightly, and said casually, "It's time to ask questions. If you don't understand, you can ask questions!"

Shi Moqing touched the kettle in the drawer and hesitated to give it to Grandpa Lu. The expression of the old man just now is obviously that the water is not good. Every time he drinks tea in the pharmacy, he quietly adds dripping spring water. Bring the tea from the past at home. Today's tea is still here ...

With a sigh, she took out the kettle and passed it from under the table, and gently slammed the stool in front. Lu Zhan raised an eyebrow and looked at her suspiciously. When he saw the turquoise kettle, the corner of his mouth was raised. Take it.

"Master ..." Lu Zhan pointed to the kettle on the table.

Father Lu's displeased eyes lighted up when he saw the familiar kettle, and he got up and took it directly.

After drinking the familiar tea, he blinked at Shi Moqing and immediately resumed his serious expression. "Let's ask questions!"

The classroom was quiet, no one seemed to want to start, Lu Zhan sighed, and stood up to take the lead.

"Professor, can I ask questions?" The clear voice reminded him in the classroom, Lu Zhan sighed and listened with his ears raised.

"Yes!" Father looked at her with expectation.

Everyone's eyes in the classroom fell on the girl who stood up and was quiet, waiting for her questions.

"Professor, I would like to ask, at present, western medicine has established a firm foothold in the country. It is difficult for Chinese medicine to turn around and fight a beautiful battle. The main reason is that compared to western medicine, traditional Chinese medicine is esoteric. More than the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, we have rare Chinese medicine masters who teach you every semester to explain to us, but why do schools only give top students superior treatment? Do not choose to start classes directly in the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine? "

Shi Moqing's words made some of the professors and lecturers present with a slight change of face, with a bit of badness. Everyone knows that most of the classrooms are not students of Chinese medicine. Fifty or sixty people, only ten of them belong to Chinese medicine. No.

Shi Moqing glanced around her eyes. In fact, her question was no longer about the Chinese medicine, but was directed at the school. Her face was still puzzled. "I believe our Chinese medicine is definitely more than just such excellent students. Since the school has given us these benefits of Chinese medicine, why is it only taught to these people? The professor also talked to a few of us, and also spoke with a microphone in the auditorium ... "

I am afraid that Shi Moqing will continue to be annoyed by the teachers. Father, took the topic, and laughed, "Yes! This classmate said what I and the principal thought, after this class, we intend to be in the Department of Chinese Medicine. The lecture in the auditorium, how to arrange it, you wait for the school to inform, okay, this student sit down, other students continue to ask questions! "

Shi Moqing pursed her lips, sat down gently, her eyes drooped, and a quick flash of light came through her eyes. She was indeed intentional. Although this act would offend the top students of other departments, she would get some old-fashioned medicine The old professor's other eyes will even allow students in the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine to learn.

That's right, that's what she thinks. In the classroom of the Department of Chinese Medicine, what is the fun of the people from other departments? How many can they understand? Wasting a place for nothing, it is better to give it to those who need it.

Those who asked later were basically people from the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Compared with Mo Qing's sharp questions, they asked questions that were not understood by traditional Chinese medicine. Some knowledge, Father Lu chose to let others answer. So she fell on her head several times, and she went all out ...

After an hour, Shi Moqing was lying on the table in a decadent manner, muttering, "The impulse is the devil. It is estimated that it will be troublesome to get in and out of the school in the future. It is too hateful ..."