But the other students didn't seem to notice this, and they all read their Chinese textbooks aloud and worked hard in the final sprint of the college entrance examination.

It wasn't until the bell rang for the end of the first period that the students woke up from their hard work and left their seats one by one, some of them went to the students' seats to brag and cheer for their daily routines, and some went to the corridor outside the classroom to walk, turn around, and make trouble...... Relax the tense rhythm and, as always, have fun in the bitterness.

The second class was still a Chinese class, and when the bell rang, the students returned to their seats one after another, and the classroom was suddenly silent and pin dropping.

Seeing that He Boming hadn't come yet, the representative of the Chinese class estimated that he would not come to class, so he asked everyone to continue self-study.

When the students heard this, they immediately became agitated, and the voices of each other spread throughout the classroom, and they all talked about He Boming's absence and criticized him.

Of course, there are also many students who see that the always strict teacher does not come to class, and suddenly feel like an amnesty, thinking that it is good if this guy does not come, but it can make people a lot easier, anyway, it is not a good seedling, and he loses his temper at every turn, who can stand it?

There are also some bad boys who usually love to mischievous, and when they saw that the camel did not come, they suddenly stepped off their seats, played around, and let them fly at will.

There was chaos in the classroom, and the representative of the language class stepped up to the podium and spoke out to stop it, but to no avail.

The representative of the Chinese class was angry, glared at the wild horses that were released, threw a few books, and were smashed on his body, and in desperation, he turned his head and covered his face and ran back to his seat.

When Ye Zirong saw this scene, he couldn't help but feel funny.

But the students hadn't made enough noise, and suddenly heard the sound of leather shoes at the door of the classroom, and when they looked up, they saw that He Boming had walked in.

The wild horses were suddenly completely discouraged, and immediately ran back to their seats, holding books and flipping through them.

I thought that why Bo Ming would lose his temper, but when he thought of it, he looked at everyone with a smile, walked up to the podium, picked up the lesson plan, and was about to start lecturing.

The students all felt very strange and couldn't help but look at the teacher again.

If you don't look at it, it's amazing at first glance, and He Boming in front of him is really a little different from usual.

I saw that his face was blue and purple, there were still a few traces of blood on the corners of his mouth, and a few thin hairs on the top of his head were torn off.

The representative of the Chinese class had a good relationship with He Boming, so he couldn't help but ask, "Teacher He, what's wrong with you?"

He Boming was not in a hurry, as if nothing had happened, holding the lectern with his hand, and said slowly: "Ah, the teacher is fine, the teacher is fine, the teacher accidentally fell just now, don't get in the way, come on, let's continue the class." ”

In front of Director He, who has always been very strict, the students stopped making a sound, and pretended that nothing had happened, and spread out the textbooks one by one.

Besides, I still have to take the college entrance examination, who can care who beats this usually arrogant and domineering Director He? He can't be angry.

He Boming still lectured to the students as usual, and the students still listened to the lectures as usual.

At the end of class, He Boming didn't say a word, rolled up the lesson plan, and left the classroom with a smoke.

Today is Saturday, the morning classes are all over, there are no classes in the afternoon, the students are like birds in a cage for a few days, suddenly feel free, one by one began to fly, each ready to do something interesting: play football, basketball, watch movies, go to the Internet café, go on a date, sister, or go home and sleep all afternoon.

It seems that he has completely forgotten about He Boming's beating.

Ye Zirong returned to Taishengtang and continued his part-time job.

Taishengtang's business has not been very good, and there are very few patients who come to see a doctor, not because the physical fitness of the neighbors has improved and they can't get sick, but because once everyone has enough time, they will go to the hospital for injections if they have any minor illness, and no one will take care of the business of Qin Shuiwen, who is not necessarily very skilled in medicine.

Originally, Qin Xiaobai, who was going to help his father on the weekend, was also idle and had nothing to do, so he walked to the corner of the consultation hall alone to read.

Qin Shuiwen finished the pulse of a patient who had been waiting for most of the day, prepared the medicine, and then Erlang's legs were crossed to the consultation table, he smoked an inferior cigarette, and looked at the road outside the clinic with a solemn expression.

"Alas, Zirong, you said that if I knew the Dharma acupuncture method, wouldn't the business in the clinic be much better?"

"Of course!" Ye Zirong replied while sorting out the herbs by the medicine cabinet.

"Then you won't teach me quickly?"

"Old Qin, if you want to do things quickly, you can't do it quickly, you have to take your time!" Ye Zirong drew a fork on the medicine bag with sheep's hair, and said casually.

"If you want to hurry, you can't get there... If you don't teach me, this clinic won't be able to open!" Qin Shuiwen was obviously a little anxious, and couldn't help but complain.

"Do you really want to learn?"

"Of course!"

"Well, you have to listen to me!"

"This is no problem, you can teach me quickly!" Qin Shuiwen said, preparing to go through the needles in the medicine box.

Ye Zirong pushed the drawer in his hand back into the medicine cabinet, walked up to Qin Shuiwen to stop him, and said solemnly: "Old Qin, this Dharma acupuncture method is an ancient acupuncture method, and performing this ancient acupuncture method is a very energy-consuming and physical drudgery, so if you want to learn it, you must practice your body first!"

"Training?"

"Yes, exercise!"

"How to practice?" Qin Shuiwen asked.

Ye Zirong walked back to his small room, and after a while, he walked out with an ancient book, threw it on Qin Shuiwen's consultation table, and said: "You can take this "Taoist Twelve Duanjin" and read it thoroughly, and then practice according to it, in order to lay the foundation for learning the Dharma acupuncture, if there is anything you don't understand, you can come and ask me." ”

Qin Shuiwen was taken aback suddenly, and said, "Daoist Twelve Duan Jin?

"Lao Qin, do you want to learn or not? There is so much nonsense! If you don't learn, return the ancient books to me. Ye Zirong said as he took the ladder to the medicine cabinet to sort out the other herbs.

"Learn, learn, learn, of course, I want to carry forward the Taisheng Hall of the old Qin family." Qin Shuiwen replied again and again, picked up the "Taoist Twelve Duanjin" on the table, and flipped it aimlessly.

I didn't turn a few pages, but I saw a tall man with a blue nose and swollen face walking into the consultation room, Qin Shuiwen hurriedly greeted him, and inquired carefully, "Ahh