Mr. Yu is going to attend a national conference on colleges and universities this time, and the venue is in Yizhou.

Because he went to Bei'an City to participate in the national economic conference held by the central government, the two meetings collided in time, causing Yu Lao to be late.

When he arrived, the conference was over in one day.

During the lunch break, Yu Lao hastily finished lunch, greeted others, and went to the lounge with Xie Haiqing to rest for a while.

In the end, the years are unforgiving, running back and forth has exhausted his physical strength, and he wants to take advantage of the one-and-a-half-hour lunch break to squint for a while, and he still has to stay up in the afternoon.

Xie Haiqing knew what Yu Lao meant, so he deliberately chose a lounge that was a little more partial, thinking that there would be fewer people.

Mr. Yu is a well-known economic expert, but the people who came to the meeting were not weak, most of them were presidents, vice presidents or well-known professors of various universities. There is no lounge for a certain person.

When Yu Lao was half asleep, the door of the lounge opened, and four or five people came in, and when they entered the door, they saw Yu Lao leaning on the sofa and pretending to sleep, so they deliberately came in lightly.

After finding a place to sit, they didn't chat, and they all rested on the sofa.

Yu Lao has a problem sleeping, once he is interrupted in the middle of sleep, it is difficult to fall asleep again.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the few people, he knew the two older ones, one was Zhang Qingyuan, the president of Yizhou Provincial College of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and the other was also from the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

Zhang Qingyuan, the principal of the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine, was in good spirits, leaning on the sofa and flipping through a book at random, which made Yu Lao a little jealous.

He knew that the two of them were about the same age, but looking at Principal Zhang's red-faced and energetic appearance, he couldn't compare with others. Nearly sixty years old, Yu Lao feels that his body is not as good as a year.

"Principal Zhang, I haven't seen you for a long time, you're still so energetic!" Zhang Qingyuan knew Yu Lao, knew that he was an economic expert valued by the leaders above, he spoke very little in social occasions, and he didn't believe in traditional Chinese medicine.

The two were just nodding acquaintances, and Yu Lao had never taken the initiative to talk to him. This time I suddenly greeted him, which made the principal Zhang Qingyuan a little surprised.

"Oh, Old Yu, I'm sorry to disturb your rest. Zhang Qingyuan smiled, seeing that Old Yu had taken the initiative to stretch out his hand to shake hands with him, Principal Zhang was busy shaking it enthusiastically.

While shaking his hand, Principal Zhang pondered: What kind of medicine is sold in this gourd of Old Man Yu?

It is common to say that others are close to him, and many of them want to see him for a doctor, or ask him to introduce a specialist.

He also wanted to hide from Qingjing, so he deliberately took a few people from their school to find a remote place to rest.

But everyone knows that this old man doesn't believe in Chinese medicine.

However, Elder Yu's next words surprised Principal Zhang: "Principal Zhang, I remember that we are the same year, and you are also sixty years old. ”

"Yes, isn't it? Time is not forgiving, and I am old in a blink of an eye. "Principal Zhang didn't know what Elder Yu was trying to say.

"Lao Zhang, Lao Yutou, I want to ask you for help today. ”

Ask me for help? Zhang Qingyuan was confused, waiting to hear what Elder Yu said.

"Mrs. Yu is polite, how do you say this?"

"We are the same year, my body is not as good as a year, and then look at Qingyuan, you and I don't look like a person of the same age, but I am only fifty years old. I, Lao Yu, want to ask you Qingyuan for a good prescription and recuperate my broken body. ”

Only then did Principal Zhang understand what Elder Yu meant, he had encountered too many such things, but it was a bit strange that Elder Yu said this.

So he asked Old Yu: "Old Yu, Fang Zi has it, this is no problem, just let Professor Zheng show you." But don't you believe in Chinese medicine?

While the two were talking, Professor Zheng and several other people from the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine were also listening.

The two of them chatted and chatted and their names changed, Principal Zhang became Qingyuan, and Yu Lao became Lao Yu, obviously chatting for a while and becoming closer.

"Haha, Kiyohara, I used to be an old stubborn mind. Speaking of which, I also have to thank a girl I met on the train, who is a student of your school, what is it called Yu ......" Xie Haiqing continued: "My name is Yu Cailan, who will be in my fifth year next year." ”

"Yes, yes, it's a little girl named Yu Cailan, she cured me of my headache with one injection, it's really amazing!"

"Is there such a thing?" Zhang Qingyuan and Professor Zheng were still quite curious.

After Xie Haiqing finished talking about Yu Cailan's treatment of a few of them on the train, Principal Zhang was also a little honored, and the students in their school were still quite outstanding.

Professor Zheng took the pulse of Yu Lao and Xie Haiqing, and then gave Yu Lao a conditioning prescription, focusing on regulating his sleep, spleen and stomach.

Yu Lao thanked Professor Zheng, but said puzzledly: "At that time, I fell asleep not long after Miss Yu gave me the needle, and when I woke up, I was about to get off the train, and I didn't have time to ask her a question." ”

"What's the problem?" Zhang Qingyuan took over.

"Qingyuan, Professor Zheng, you say, I have a headache on the top of my head, so why did Miss Yu stab me under my feet, and it's okay? The two places are so far apart, I can't figure this out. ”

Zhang Qingyuan smiled and asked this!, "Lao Zheng, you can explain to Lao Yu." ”

"Hmm" Professor Zheng's face was thin, he agreed, and then said to Yu Lao: "Your disease can actually be used at the same time as proximal and distal acupoints, maybe she considered that you would have concerns about using needles on Yu Lao's head, so she only used the single acupoint of Yongquan under your feet, and the effect on your headache is also very good." ”

Yu Lao thought about it, the little girl did have concerns at that time, and if he really pierced his head, he couldn't agree.

"She chose this acupoint very well, and our Chinese medicine has a theory of treating the disease and treating the disease: take it from the disease at the top, and take the needle at the foot if the head is sick. The Yongquan acupoint itself has the effect of lowering diarrhea and first aid, and it is not only effective for you, a headache that is reversed and upward, but also has a quick effect. ”

Yu Lao probably understood that there was so much truth in a small needle.

"The quality of the students in your school is really good. Zhang Qingyuan was quite happy when he heard Yu Lao's words, and he smiled.

Professor Zheng has to give lectures often and take students for internships, and he knows what level the students are about.

Principal Zhang was happy, he didn't need to say frustrating words to affect his mood.

At the same time, he also wondered how he didn't know that there was such an outstanding student, and if he really saw her in the future, he would have to mention her: If she hasn't graduated yet, don't treat others easily, so as not to cause trouble for yourself.

Outstanding students are hard to find, but Professor Cheng is a person who cherishes talents.