Hua Lao has been practicing medicine for decades, and has the title of master of traditional Chinese medicine, and even he finds that few people can cure the diseases that he finds tricky.

Yang Chen knew this well, so instead of choosing orthodox Chinese medicine, he decided to use home remedies for treatment.

White radish juice is applied to the nostrils of the patient to treat migraine.

Using a syringe with the needle removed, half a tube of white radish juice was drawn and five drops were placed on each of the patient's left and right nostrils.

The patient's reaction was very strong, and the tears were choked out instantly, Yang Chen comforted: "Don't worry, this is a normal reaction, just bear with it." ”

Of course, he was not limited to home remedies, and after dripping with radish juice, he also gave the patient a moxibustion.

The patient's migraine was relieved.

"Your migraine is a chronic disease that cannot be cured all at once, so you will have to come to the hospital regularly for treatment in the future. Yang Chen instructed.

"Thank you, Dr. Yang. The patient left grateful.

Hua Kang completely admires Yang Chen, a rising star in the field of traditional Chinese medicine, not only knows traditional Chinese medicine, but can also use home remedies freely, and is really a talent.

What's even more powerful is that he was able to integrate orthodox Chinese medicine and Qimen home remedies together for diagnosis and treatment, which Huakang did not expect.

At this time, Shen Jitong suddenly came out of nowhere and said, "Yang Chen, I have an errand, I don't know if you are interested?"

"Hey, old man Shen, what do you mean, as soon as Yang Chen came back, you asked him to do things, looking for smoke, right?" Hua Kang blew his beard and glared, the two of them have been friends for decades, and they have no scruples when they talk.

Shen Jitong touched his nose and laughed dryly, but he looked at Yang Chen, waiting for his answer.

Yang Chen smiled and said, "Dean Shen, please speak." ”

Shen Jitong said: "That's the case, our country has attached great importance to the education of traditional Chinese medicine in recent years, so it has issued instructions to each hospital, and it is necessary to send several Chinese medicine practitioners to the school to teach and cultivate students' interest in traditional Chinese medicine." ”

"So what Dean Shen means is to let me go to the school to teach the knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine?" Yang Chen stared at Shen Jitong for a while, and suddenly said in a strange tone: "Haven't Dean Shen heard a sentence that persuades people to study medicine, you want to curse me, right?"

Studying medicine is a difficult road, and those who do not have great perseverance cannot succeed, especially after the state promulgated the regulations on training, the time cost of studying medicine has changed from five years to eight years, which makes people's scalp tingle when they think about it.

Shen Jitong asked himself to persuade others to study medicine, didn't he put himself in the pit of death?

Shen Jitong smiled awkwardly and said: "So it's an interest in teaching, it's not mandatory, it's a good thing for those children who really like Chinese medicine." ”

Yang Chen lowered his head and thought about it, it is indeed the truth, although studying medicine is hard, but this knowledge is beneficial for life.

Moreover, Chinese medicine is the quintessence of our country that has been inherited for thousands of years, and if no one learns it, this traditional culture is estimated to be lost, which is a pity.

After thinking for a moment, Yang Chen asked, "Which school is the target of our hospital?"

"Jianghai No. 1 High School. ”

"High school?" Yang Chen frowned: "Today's high school students can't even finish their homework, so they can still be distracted from studying medicine?"

Shen Jitong explained: "It is precisely because they are under a lot of pressure that they need to set up TCM interest classes to relieve their pressure, and it doesn't take up much for them, only two classes a week." ”

Yang Chen spread his hands and said, "You are the dean, everything you say is right." ”

"So?"

"It's a bit stressful, but I feel like I'm up to the job. ”

Yang Chen thought that it would take half a month for his pharmaceutical group to complete the process, and he was idle, so he agreed, and it was also a good thing to let those rookies see the magic of Chinese medicine.

"Okay, that's it, I'll arrange it. Shen Jitong was afraid that Yang Chen would regret it, so he picked up his short legs and ran towards science and education, completely unable to believe that this was the speed that an old man in a sixtieth century could have.

Yang Chen always felt that he was cheated by Shen Jitong.

The next day, several traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, including Yang Chen, were taken to Jianghai No. 1 High School.

After greeting them, Principal Chen Mingren said with a smile: "Thank you very much for coming to our school to teach, and I will arrange classes for you!"

He made a few phone calls, and after a while, several people came in one after another, all of whom were teachers of each class in the third year of high school.

According to the principle of going from good to inferior, Chen Mingren arranged several Chinese medicine practitioners to the corresponding classes, and he saw that Yang Chen was the youngest, so he stayed until the end.

The "4" class in the third year of high school, a headache class, Yang Chen was honored to be assigned to this class.

The head teacher of the fourth class is a Mediterranean, and on the way to the classroom with Yang Chen, he said in a complicated tone: "Brother Yang, I was assigned to the fourth class, I don't know whether to congratulate you or grieve for you." ”

"Why do you say that?" Listening to the tone of this Mr. Mediterranean, it seemed that the "4" class of the third year of high school was a little different, and Yang Chen suddenly became a little interested.

I only heard Mediterranean sigh, pointed to his head in a resentful tone and said: "Brother Yang, let me tell you the truth, before I came to teach the fourth class, my hair was as lush as a bush, but now, it's hard to say!"

Yang Chen glanced at the stubborn fighting hair on the top of his head, and said sympathetically: "It's a bit miserable, but you should be glad that at least there is a circle left." ”

"Huh!"

Yang Chen suddenly asked curiously: "Mr. Mei, I heard you say that just now, it seems that this senior year "4" class is a tricky class, why do you congratulate me?"

Mei Youmao, also known as Mr. Mediterranean, scratched his head and said: "This class is our school's notoriously bad class, and it has basically been free-ranged, which means that even if you don't go to class, the school won't bother to take care of it." ”

Mei Youmao shook his head, he was also helpless to be in such a class!

While talking, the two of them had already arrived at the door of Class 4, and since it was not yet time for class to end, they waited in the corridor for a while.

Yang Chen can just take this opportunity to observe how tricky this class can make the head teacher worry about the Mediterranean.

This is an English class, and the English teacher is a young girl, and it is estimated that she has just graduated from school.

Yang Chen glanced through the window, only to see that the teacher was lecturing on the podium, and a group of students below were playing their own games.

Some were sleeping, some were playing with their mobile phones, and a few classmates in the back two rows were even more excessive, and they actually played poker in front of the teacher.

However, not all students are like this, at least in the first row near the podium, Yang Chen saw a girl taking notes seriously, and the back seemed to be somewhat familiar to him.

“…… So choose C for this question, do you remember it?" came the voice of the English teacher.

"What's C?, are you talking about your cups?"