"Third master, it's better to go to a regular hospital. This kind of liar who pretends to be a god stick should report him to the police. Zhong Yue really couldn't find a reason, if a doctor had such superb medical skills, why did he only see three people a day. I can't figure out why he would use Lord Yama as a shield to help the world, as an excuse for him to treat people badly.

I tried my best to say a casual sentence, I'm afraid it will be more convincing than the excuse of "Lord Yama named him, and then he pulled it, and he will lose his life".

The air conditioner was turned on in the house. This season, the air conditioner should not have been turned on. The summer heat has long since disappeared, the cold wave has not yet come, it is a good time for the autumn to be crisp, but the air conditioner has always been at 26 degrees. This has been noticed by Zhong Yue since he came to the farm yesterday. Maybe for Huang Youwei, the winter cold may be the closest moment of the year when the Death Scythe touches her neck.

Chao Chunyang took a sip of tea, "People practice medicine with certificates, regular clinics." Many wealthy families who had stubborn diseases that could not be cured went to Zhang Heping to be cured. I heard that it seems to be Zhang Zhongjing's descendant. ”

"It's a descendant again......" Zhong Yue suddenly felt a little sorry for his ancestral reputation. Wang Ge relied on the reputation of the descendants of the book saint to mix well in the cultural circle, and now this Zhang Heping is a famous Chinese medicine doctor in Shanghai, and he, a descendant of Zhong Xuan, is too miserable.

Huang Sanli took a sip of tea, "Xiaowei, you go up and rest for a while." ”

Huang Youwei put down the book, "I'll say it for grandpa." We came to Dr. Zhang Heping precisely because he is a descendant of Zhang Zhongjing. I have seen so many doctors for my illness, and they all say that it cannot be cured. Some say they'll die in three months, others say they'll die in three or five years, but I'm eighteen years old. Zhang's "Treatise on Typhoid Fever" may have been helpful in curing my illness. ”

Among the ancient Chinese medical classics, four works stand immortal - "The Yellow Emperor's Neijing", "The Book of Difficulty", "Shennong's Classic of Materia Medica" and "Miscellaneous Treatises on Typhoid Fever". There is also a theory that is "The Yellow Emperor's Neijing", "Treatise on Typhoid Fever", "Jin Kui Yaolu", and "Differentiation of Warm Disease", but no matter which way it is said, Zhang Zhongjing's "Treatise on Typhoid Fever" is a classic in the classics of traditional Chinese medicine.

Zhong Yue looked at Huang Youwei with some distress. A person who has faced death since childhood, when he talks about his illness, he actually looks so indifferent, no wonder he saw Huang Youwei in the Youth Palace at the beginning, but later, he has never seen Huang Youwei have too many expressions.

A person who has survived in the shadow of death for eighteen years, the winds and waves of the world, what is it to her?

Huang Sanli bared his teeth and smiled: "You have been smart since you were a child, and you know your grandfather's thoughts." But Xiaowei, thinking too much, it's easy to make yourself too tired. ”

"I didn't think about it, isn't that obvious?"

Zhong Yue looked at the pair of grandchildren and said, "Third master, then I'll leave first." ”

"Oh, good. We will come here often when we have time, and we will already stay in Shanghai for a few more days. Zhang Heping's side, I'll look for a relationship. ”

Zhong Yue glanced at Huang Youwei and left. It's useless for him to stay here, it's better to go back and ask Ye An, is there a way to let Huang Youwei fall in love with this mysterious old god stick as soon as possible...... The Old Miracle Doctor.

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Although the gorgeous art exhibition has been on display in the exhibition hall for almost a week, it has not yet been officially promoted.

Kang Min sat in his office and talked to Yoo on the phone.

"Auntie, the results of the freshman exhibition are out. ”

The other end of the phone didn't seem to have any expectations, "Zhong Yue has won the crown, right?"

"Well, you're right. Now the old professors of the Department of Chinese Painting have no complaints. The Gou Huang Stone Method, Zhong Yue's Chinese painting technique, is much higher than that of the students of the same class. ”

"Did he come to the exhibition to see it?"

Kang Min recalled the daily sign-in attendance from the Academic Affairs Office and said, "I haven't been here. It's been a week, and I heard that Cao Danqing went to Jingbei for an exchange forum, but Zhong Yue didn't follow him or come to school. I made a phone call before, after all, it was also a school-level competition, and there was a certificate or gift or something, but I didn't see him come to receive it. ”

"It's good. ”

"Well, where can my aunt see that it is good? However, the teachers in charge of academic affairs in the school have reported to me a lot of complaints about students at the meeting, saying that the school has different attitudes towards students, complaints about uneven educational resources, and many students do not sign in when they miss class, using Zhong Yue's example as an excuse. ”

"Huh. Whether to learn or not to learn is their own business. If a college student wants a college teacher to drink water with his head pressed and even his own academic future, can he educate talents?"

That's what I mean. ”

Liu Shao'e said: "In the final analysis, I am still jealous of others. If a person wants to win too much, he will lose a chip himself, so for Cao Danqing, for Zhong Yue, Amin, as a gorgeous leader, you need to be able to handle it properly. In the future of calligraphy and painting, there may really be a gorgeous master rising. ”

"It's too early for you to say that. ”

"It's not early. This year's National College Student Calligraphy Contest in winter, send him to sharpen and sharpen. ”

Kang Min stretched out his hand and flipped through the school calendar on the table, frowned, and said, "I forgot about this matter." It's just that Zhong Yue chose the Department of Chinese Painting before, and according to the rules of the past years, the calligraphy competition is all for the students of the Department of Calligraphy and Seal Carving according to their comprehensive results, and the quota is screened and reported. Now, if you want to make an exception and report Zhong Yue to the school, it will make the teachers and students in the academy dissatisfied. ”

"No, he won an award in Huizhou before, and he was nominated by the Huizhou Book Association, and there is a quota, but he just competes on behalf of Huizhou University. ”

Kang Min frowned, "Isn't that an honor to Huida?"

"Amin, didn't I say that if a person wants to win too much, he loses a chip. Does it matter who you represent? Why bother with these things?"

"You're right, I'm narrow-minded. ”

A sigh came from the other end of the phone, "Our generation has experienced too many ups and downs, so we understand the importance of some inheritance. Amin, I recommend Zhong Yue to you, not to make Huami better, but to put in your hands what I think needs to be kept. Our older generation doesn't have much time left, and we need you young people to take the lead. ”

"I understand, auntie. Principal Kang took a deep breath and said with a firm gaze.

"Education is not about teaching students how well they are, but as educators, one thing you need to understand is that you need to let them learn to appreciate good people. ”

Kang Min hung up the phone and sat down in his chair and pondered for a long time......