At this time, all the teachers and students stood up and stared at the stage.

Tang Haoran smiled faintly, picked up a water cup from the table, opened the bottle containing the spiritual liquid, poured a bottle cap, and poured it into the mouth of the little sheep.

"Baa ......"

The effect was immediate, and as the spiritual fluid entered the body, the little sheep soon cried out, its eyes were blank, and it broke free from the arms of its assistants and jumped on the podium.

Ouch, this is a magical scene, which once again made everyone speechless.

In addition to the soft and glutinous cry of the little sheep, the whole auditorium can be heard falling needles.

A small bottle cap of spiritual liquid can restore the little sheep that the expert group has been unable to cure?

It's incredible, isn't it?

"This ...... How is that possible?"

Du Huaitang stood up excitedly, trembling to the podium, and wanted to hold Mianmian in his arms to check it, but he couldn't catch it at all, the little sheep was too flexible.

"It's too exaggerated, that potion can't be some kind of xing~ excitation or something, right?"

This scene is so incredible that some people actually questioned it and got a lot of echoing voices.

"Hmph, I think his so-called spiritual fluid must be strange, I don't know what substance was added!"

Huang Youdao questioned the loudest.

"By the way, Principal Liu, your pot of Junzi Orchid is wilting badly, and I haven't found the cause, I'll go and pick it up and try it with this spiritual liquid. ”

A young lecturer ran out as he spoke.

Soon, the young lecturer ran back with a flower pot.

This pot of Junzi Orchid is a very rare variety of Foguang Orchid, the market price is as high as two or three million a pot, this is still a pure wild variety that Liu Jisheng was lucky to find when he went to the field surgery, and its value is even more immeasurable.

The half-foot-tall stems and leaves are dull, the four small yellow flowers are crumbling, and the rhizome has even begun to rot.

Foguang orchid is very rare and has extremely high requirements for the growing environment.

Transplanted from the primeval mountain forest into flower pots, it is obviously not adapted to the soil and water.

In front of everyone's eyes, Tang Haoran sprinkled a few drops of spiritual liquid on Junzi Lan.

Immediately afterward, a tsunami of exclamations rang out in the auditorium.

I saw that the stems and leaves of the orchid became verdant green at a speed visible to the naked eye.

What made everyone's eyes even more sudden, the four small yellow flowers that were about to wither bloomed in full bloom, flashing with holy golden light.

"This, how is this possible!"

Everyone's dull eyes were full of incredulity, and many people's eyes were about to rub out, and they still couldn't believe this magical scene.

If it is possible that the cloned little sheep just now was stimulated by some excitement ~ excitement, then this junzi orchid is absolutely impossible.

"This pot of pure wild Junzi Orchid, which was almost pronounced a death sentence, how could it be so fast, not only regained its vitality, but also was so full of vitality!"

Du Huaitang, who was standing next to him, stared at Jun Zilan with his eyes, and his body trembled violently.

"The spiritual liquid is really amazing, where is this spiritual liquid, it is simply fairy water!"

"By the way, Professor Tang, you said that this spiritual fluid can cure diseases and strengthen the body, right?"

Someone thought of what Tang Haoran said just now, and asked excitedly and inexplicably.

"Absolutely. ”

Tang Haoran said lightly.

"Ahh

The enthusiasm of the people was completely ignited, and everyone wanted to see how effective this spiritual fluid was on the human body rather than treating plants and animals.

Everyone didn't dare to think that if the spiritual liquid was as magical as the cloned sheep and Buddha Guanglan just now, it would subvert today's medicine!

Tang Haoran turned to Du Huaitang, who was excited, and said, "Please forgive me, you have very serious arthritis in your legs, and your stomach disease has reached the point where it must be treated. ”

As soon as Tang Haoran's voice fell, an exclamation sounded in the auditorium again.

"You, can you tell my arthritis and stomach problems!?"

Du Huaitang was shocked, he was because of long-term experiments in the field, forgetting to sleep and eat, so that he fell into arthritis and stomach problems.

The young man in front of him could see at a glance how this did not shock him.

"Yes, please come and take a sip of the liquid and feel how it works. ”

Tang Haoran said as he poured some spiritual liquid into the cup.

"Okay, I'll try. Du Huaitang stepped forward excitedly.

"Goo-dong!"

Du Huaitang took the water cup, raised his neck and drank it all.

"It's delicious, it's delicious!"

Du Huaitang smacked his mouth, and a look of shock flashed on his old face, he had never drunk such clear and sweet water.

Soon, what made his eyes widen was that a stream of heat spread in his body, washing his internal organs and limbs, and his whole body was very comfortable.

"Okay, great!"

Du Huaitang's face was full of red light with excitement, and the mental outlook of the whole person seemed to be several years younger all of a sudden, he kicked his legs a few times on the podium, without any pain, and the stomach pain disappeared completely.

It's magical, it's fucking magical.

", it's really fairy water!"

The teachers and students saw the tremendous changes in Du Huaitang, and they were once again bombarded by the shocked brains.

Only Huang Youdao twisted his head to the side, looking disapplieving, but in fact, the shock in his heart was no less than that of others.

"Professor Tang, I have bronchitis, can I drink some spiritual liquid to cure it?"

"I've had insomnia and night sweats recently, and my body is weak, can the spiritual fluid be cured?"

After the crowd was shocked, the pot exploded immediately, and everyone rushed to the podium, rushing to drink the spiritual liquid.

Nima, a good life lesson, became a therapy lesson in the blink of an eye.

Tang Haoran was quite speechless, but fortunately he had prepared a few bottles of diluted spiritual liquid in advance, which was enough for everyone to drink a small sip on the spot.

Soon, two or three hundred people at the scene, except for Huang Youdao, all drank a mouthful of spiritual liquid.

Those who are sick are cured, and those who are not sick are strengthened.

Everyone felt good, all of them were excited, and they felt that this class was so worthwhile.

Even the reserved Kim Mi-yeon couldn't help her strong curiosity and went up to the podium to take a drink. It's just that while she felt the magic of the spiritual liquid, what made her blush and her heart beat was that her sensitive body was touched by Tang Haoran's salty pig hand.

"The boss is too good!"

Kong Youjin and Sun Decheng looked at Tang Haoran, who was like stars holding the moon, and their eyes were full of tears with excitement.

Next, Tang Haoran gave a formal lecture.

The scene was silent, and they were all concentrated, for fear of missing a word.

Many people quietly took out their mobile phones and recorded Tang Haoran's lecture, planning to go back and listen carefully.

Compared with the big vernacular spoken at the beginning, what Tang Haoran told is really too wonderful, far beyond modern medicine.

He said it in the most popular way, and everyone can still understand it.

"It's incredible!"

"Listening to what Professor Tang said, it makes people feel like they are seeing the sun. ”

"This is far beyond the forefront of modern medicine in the world today!"

"yes, this completely opens up a whole new and magical realm!"

"It's totally disruptive!"

Everyone listened fascinated, even those old experts and professors with white hair, they also held pens, and took notes carefully while listening, sometimes frowning, sometimes contemplative, serious like elementary school students.

"This guy is quite handsome, and his knowledge can be called against the sky, but it's a pity that he is a demon king!"

Jin Meiyan looked at the young man who was swaying freely on the stage, talking eloquently, and lifting weights like a light weight, and unconsciously lost her mind. Fortunately, her mobile phone is on for recording, and she is not afraid of missing Tang Haoran's lecture.

(End of chapter)