"Director Mo, I know you have some skills, you must help Teacher Li this time, okay?" Min Xiaoyan looked at Mo Zhitao pleadingly.

"Did I help Mr. Li this time, and you will be my girlfriend?" Mo Zhitao smiled deliberately.

"You, you're really trying to force me?" Min Xiaoyan's face changed, and she scolded angrily: "I didn't expect you to be that kind of person." ”

Mo Zhitao saw that Min Xiaoyan was angry, and he hurriedly said: "Xiaoyan, don't be angry, I'm just joking with you, how can I be that kind of person?" This time, I will definitely help Mr. Li. ”

"Hmph," Min Hyo-yeon snorted heavily.

"How can I help me now?" Mo Zhitao asked Min Xiaoyan.

Min Xiaoyan said: "No need, I have already called two students to come over to help, and it has been cleaned up." ”

Mo Zhitao turned his head and found that Xuanxuan was also cleaning up some tables and chairs over there. "This big classroom can seat more than 500 people, right? Wouldn't it be a little smaller? Mo Zhitao asked worriedly.

"No, if two or three hundred people can come, it's a good thing, I'm afraid it will be cold." Min Xiaoyan said with a bitter face. "After what happened to Mr. Zeng, the freshmen and sophomores of the University of Chinese Medicine thought about changing departments, and now they are basically juniors or graduate students." Fourth-year students are doing internships outside, and they are about to graduate, and it is impossible for them to change departments.

If a junior changes departments, they will have to go to an internship in the next semester, and it is not realistic to change departments.

No wonder there weren't many people in the classroom when Li Guangke was in class that day, but Mo Zhitao was still very confident, and he said to Min Xiaoyan: "No, there is me." ”

"Alas," Min Xiaoyan listened to Mo Zhitao's bragging, and she sighed secretly in her heart.

At 8:50 a.m., Li Guangke came, and now there are some students in the classroom, listening to Min Xiaoyan's introduction, those students are all juniors or research class students, only more than 100 people, and other freshmen and sophomores did not come.

When Li Guangke saw this, his face immediately turned green, which was obviously cold, and those freshmen and sophomores asked to transfer to the hospital. If this continues, the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine will be closed.

"Ring, ring, ring." Li Guangke's mobile phone rang, and after he answered the phone, his face became even more ugly.

"Mr. Li, what's wrong?" Mo Zhitao asked.

"That Qiu Yuan actually told those first-year and sophomore Chinese medicine students that if they wanted to transfer to another hospital, he would agree. So, those freshmen and sophomores can't come. Li Guangke said angrily. How could that Qiu Yuan be like this? I must go to the principal and complain to him. ”

Mo Zhitao was stunned, Qiu Yuan was Qiu Jiahao's father, maybe because of Qiu Jiahao's matter, Qiu Yuan hated Li Guangke, and he wanted to take revenge on the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine. "Teacher Li, now let me go to the podium to make the atmosphere better, okay?"

"Zhitao, it's useless, they don't want to come." Li Guangke shook his head and said.

"Teacher, I haven't tried it, how do you know?" Mo Zhitao smiled.

When Li Guangke saw Mo Zhitao say this, he didn't stop him. So, Mo Zhitao walked to the podium, cleared his throat and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, I am a graduate student of Mr. Li Guangke, and there are still a few minutes before the class starts, and I will show you the magic of Chinese medicine now." ”

"The magic of Chinese medicine?" The students below cried out, "Who are you?" Don't brag, what's so amazing about Chinese medicine? Even Mr. Li Guangke didn't dare to say this, Mr. Zeng had smelted people up, and he was still waiting for them in the hospital. ”

Min Xiaoyan, who was in the back, couldn't help frowning when she heard the student scream. She asked Xuanxuan next to her, "Xuanxuan, do you know that student?" ”

"I don't know, it's strange, I've seen all the classmates I notified this time, it seems that this student is a bit of a face." Xuanxuan said strangely.

"Could he be from another academy and want to make trouble?" Min Hyo-yeon was taken aback, the student spoke a bit like kicking the field. Other colleges are too much, and they don't rob students like this, and they send people over to play the field.

Mo Zhitao was happy when he saw someone talking. "That classmate, if you don't believe in my TCM skills, you can come on stage and try it, and I will let you know how amazing TCM is, and how honorable it is for you to be a TCM doctor."

"Cut, try it, I'll go up now, you see what disease I have?" The student stood up as he spoke, he wanted to make Mo Zhitao make a fool of himself.

Let Min Xiaoyan guess correctly, this student is from the Department of Clinical Medicine, and they were sent by Qiu Yuan to kick the field. This time it wasn't just him, but a few of their companions. Qiu Yuan promised that if they succeeded, they could stay in the affiliated hospital after graduation.

Mo Zhitao watched the student walk up to the podium, and he said, "You are sick. ”

"What disease do I have?" The student glanced at Mo Zhitao contemptuously, "It seems that you are even worse than Teacher Zeng." Mr. Zeng at least misdiagnosed the patient's pulse, you didn't even take the pulse, you just talked nonsense, it seems that we are still going to change departments. Even if I am a junior, I have to transfer, and I can't waste my time and life in TCM medicine anymore. ”

Mo Zhitao listened to the student's incitation, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes. The student seemed to have intentions, he said, and those junior high school doctors might change departments.

Sure enough, some junior high school doctors sitting below also shouted, "Teacher Li, is that your student?" Is he a Chinese medicine doctor or a physiognomy teacher? How can you diagnose someone else's condition without having to take a pulse?

Li Guangke also secretly screamed bad when he heard it, why did Mo Zhitao diagnose the condition like this? If a third-year student also changes departments, their TCM school will close next year.

"He's my student." Li Guangke said with a bitter face. "Listen to what he has to say."

"Yes, listen to what I have to say first, that classmate, do you have a heart attack?" Mo Zhitao looked at the student and asked.

"Ah," the student was secretly surprised, he also found out that he had a heart attack when he attended the school physical examination last week. "You, how do you know? No, I'm not sick, don't talk nonsense. You didn't take my pulse, you must have been talking nonsense. ”

Mo Zhitao said coldly: "Are you sick?" ⊥If you still don't believe in Mr. Li's diagnosis, you can do an electrocardiogram, which is very simple, and the Department of Clinical Medicine next to it has an electrocardiogram machine. ”

Min Xiaoyan saw that the student's face changed, and she hurriedly shouted, "I'll call someone to send it over now."

"No need, I, Li Guangke, still have that self-confidence, I can tell if he has a heart attack. If he doesn't believe me, you can do another check. Li Guangke said.

The student was a clinical practitioner, and he had always looked down on Chinese medicine. Traditional Chinese medicine has no scientific basis, and it is all based on speculation. That's how Zeng Zisai was, and there was a misdiagnosis.

If it is their Western doctor, after a series of examinations, it will be clear what the disease is, and they will be treated according to the relevant treatment plan. Therefore, the student had a fluke mentality, and he hoped that Li Guangke would also be misdiagnosed, so that he would make a great contribution.

Thinking of this, he nodded and said, "Okay, Mr. Li, you can help me take the pulse." ”

"Well," Li Guangke stepped onto the podium, and he took the pulse of the students.

The other clinical medicine students in the audience immediately used their mobile phones to post the matter here in the form of Weibo. Li Guangke's students didn't need to take the pulse, they could tell other people's conditions directly at a glance, and a second teacher Zeng appeared.

When Li Guangke finished checking the pulse of the students, he said: "Classmate, you really have a heart attack, I will prescribe medicine for you later, you take it for seven days and then come back for a follow-up." ”

"Ah," exclaimed the students in the audience. These students are students of traditional Chinese medicine, and they know how powerful Li Guangke's medical skills are, and Li Guangke dares to say that the students on the stage have heart disease, and there will be no mistake in saying that ten percent of them are heart diseases.

Mo Zhitao looked at the student and said, "Classmate, do you believe it now?" If you don't believe me, you can ⊥ someone to send an ECG machine to check it. ”

"No, I believe in Mr. Li's diagnosis." The student said deliberately. "I didn't expect you to guess it right as soon as you guessed it."

"I'm not guessing, I'm diagnosing it with Chinese medicine." Mo Zhitao is authentic.

"How is this possible, you didn't help me take the pulse, how could you diagnose it?" The student shouted loudly, he wanted to play a game here.

Mo Zhitao smiled and said: "All heart diseases are yang deficiency, and if yang qi is insufficient, yin blood will not be born." Traditional Chinese medicine is about looking, hearing, asking, and cutting, and when you came to the stage just now, your steps were frivolous, showing a lack of yang energy. From the stage to the stage, if a normal person does not have a heart abnormality, but your heart beats weakly, what is your disease if you are not a heart disease? ”

"Wow? Is Chinese medicine really that magical? The Chinese medicine students in the audience shouted again. That handsome guy, what do you think? How can you see it at a glance? A beautiful schoolgirl stood up and looked at Mo Zhitao stupidly.

Traditional Chinese medicine uses the four steps of "looking, hearing, asking, and cutting" to diagnose, and Mo Zhitao, a handsome guy, can diagnose people's conditions with only the first step, he is so handsome, and she loves it too much.

"Well, it's amazing. As long as you can work hard, you will definitely be able to learn the essence of Chinese medicine. Mo Zhitao nodded, "In addition, the female classmate who has been smiling at me, you don't have to call me a handsome guy, just call me Teacher Mo." ”

"Teacher Mo, what is your mobile phone? I want to find you at night. A girl with a face full of acne and a tall face like a basin stood up and looked at Mo Zhitao drooling.

Mo Zhitao was taken aback, and he hurriedly said: "The teacher's mobile phone is confidential, and it can't be given to others casually."

"You don't have to listen to his nonsense, he probably guessed the disease correctly." Another male student stood up and questioned Mo Zhitao. "Teacher Mo, can you still use hope to diagnose what disease I have?"

This boy is also a clinical doctor, his body is very healthy, he thought that he would pretend to be very sick for a while, and let Mo Zhitao diagnose and treat him, Mo Zhitao would definitely misdiagnose.