Yuxian Pavilion Jiangsu and Zhejiang University takes this name as the name suggests in the hope of giving birth to more talents, but at the university stage, even if this is the world-famous Jiangsu and Zhejiang University, it still can't stop a lot of students, mixed with the idea of the university, it doesn't matter whether it's right or wrong, there is indeed a place for reform in Chinese education.

After the guidance of several students, Xing Shisan finally stood at the bottom of this majestic building that was still very unfamiliar to him, and the three huge seals of Yuxian Pavilion were exuding its unique golden light under the blazing sun.

At about 7:40 in the morning, classroom 208 has already sat a lot of students, but if you look at it, it must be the prosperity of the yang and the decline of the yin, if it is the whole big medical school, it is just the opposite, but there are really not many girls studying in the Chinese medicine school alone.

Xing 13 attracted the attention of some people when he walked in, although today is a big class attended by the first and second classes together, but although the two classes are not all in the same class, some may still be very unfamiliar, however, there will always be strange impressions, but this person who came in, few people know, but there are exceptions, at this time, a girl, delicate face, good figure, simple dress still can't stop her beautiful style.

Looking at the back of the head in the first row, her eyes were a little confused, a little painful, a little resentful, and a little lonely.

A girl beside her was also outstanding, but compared to the beautiful girl, it was still a little inferior, and then she seemed to feel the gaffe of the girl next to her, and said suspiciously: "Yueyue, what's wrong with you?"

Cangyue didn't seem to notice, still staring at the back of her head in front of her with a hateful gaze, motionless, even if it was two crystal teardrops, because she couldn't hold it, she quietly slid down her face, she was unaware.

Xing Shisan seemed to feel the unique eyes, and slowly turned his body, the moment the four eyes met, his whole body did not move, only his heart trembled slightly.

Thoughts were blurred for a moment, time reversed, about half a year ago, what a beautiful scene Xing Shisan was at that time, his identity was destined for him to be able to summon the wind and rain, and as soon as this beautiful girl was forbidden to enter his eyes, this kind of tragedy soon happened to her.

A girl, still a beautiful girl, when she meets a scoundrel, she is still targeted by a super scoundrel of the stars and the moon, even if Xing Shisan did not know the voice at the time, but for many smugglers who are sloppy, how can such an excellent opportunity be missed, you can imagine what the final outcome will be.

Dandelion almost withered, but in the end, it was rescued, and now fate has made them meet again, the emotions of both of them are a little out of control in a moment, once the dusty memory is opened, what kind of ending will it be? I'm afraid only God knows.

Time passed little by little, the hearts of the two were still not calm, at this moment, a handsome guy came in at the door, his fingers were lightly raised, and he wiped the deep long hair in front of his forehead, and walked towards the back of the classroom, but when he passed the middle position, he suddenly held his footsteps, carefully put down the delicate schoolbag on his back, took out an object from the bag, and handed it to his goddess: "Cangyue, this is the zodiac card you collected, are you now missing this Scorpio one, I asked my uncle to mail it back to me from Hong Kong, and I hope you like it. ”

Cangyue still has this kind of leisure at this time, but she has shed tears, had nightmares, and woke up from her dreams! Tears are dry! People need to move forward after all.

I don't know when, she developed the habit of looking at the stars at night, I don't know when, she heard the legend of the twelve constellations and became crazy obsessed, especially this unique set of constellation cards, she has spent a lot of thought, and now she can finally collect them, she should have been happy, but she can't be happy today.

The handsome man frowned, and then asked coldly, "Cangyue, you have tears on your face, tell me who bullied you?"

Cangyue shook her head and said hoarsely: "I'm fine, I'm just happy to finally collect this set of 12 constellation cards called Dream."

The girl next to her moved, but it turned into a sigh that flowed into the sky.

The bell of the "Bell Bell ......" class rang suddenly, and many people's thoughts were temporarily hidden. With the ringing of the bell, an old man with white temples rushed in, his appearance was very ordinary, but his eyes were very sharp, and he glanced at the audience with an imposing attitude, and then started today's lesson.

In a one-and-a-half-hour class, the old professor attended for about an hour, wrote the words "mission and responsibility" on the blackboard, and then turned around and said faintly: "Life is like a journey, sometimes encountering sudden disasters, and responsibility is like a heavy stone, so that we can firmly stand firm and cross the disaster." Mission is a prerequisite for responsibility, because with their own mission, they must shoulder this responsibility, the mission of the military is to protect the family and defend the country, so the soldier must assume the responsibility of protecting the family and the country; The teacher's mission is to educate the next generation, because he must take on the responsibility of educating the next generation; The doctor's mission is to save lives, so he must take responsibility for it.

With more responsibility, the patient will suffer less; One more responsibility, one more comfort in one's heart; With more responsibility, it will promote the harmony of the doctor-patient relationship; With more responsibility, the patient will have one more chance at life; The responsibility of a doctor is to use conscience!

In my class, I don't want to name any student, and I don't deliberately let any student study, but in your exams, in your thesis defense, in the final internship, as long as I don't think you are qualified, then don't blame me, you don't have a diploma.

Okay, so a little bit of time left, let me know how much you've learned in the past year. ”

The old professor swept over each student again, paused for a moment, and then said in a deep voice, "Young child, if you have changed to influenza, what should we do with Chinese medicine?"

A male classmate wearing glasses in the second row was just stunned for a moment, then raised his hand, and at the signal of the old professor, he stood up and said: "Luo Yeshu 2 grams, 3 grams of Pian Ling, add a small amount of canopy, take it for a week, and you can be cured."

The old professor nodded, showing a pleased smile and said, "This classmate's prescription is good, do the rest of the students still have different opinions?"

The hundreds of students in the seat muttered seriously for a long time, but this is already the best prescription for the record in this typhoid theory, so everyone is in a state of confusion, the old professor shook his head, and suddenly saw a new classmate sitting in the first row, he smiled faintly and said: "This classmate, why haven't you seen it before, why don't you get up and talk about it, is there a different answer?"

Xing 13 frowned, slowly got up from his seat, and said unhurriedly: "Hello teacher, I am Xing 13 who has just transferred to the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and for the previous question, I personally think that the answer of that classmate is close to perfect."

The old professor couldn't help sighing when he heard this, he was really worried about Huaxia's exam-oriented education, especially a doctor, if he didn't understand the flexibility, this can be said to be a kind of misfortune, when he wanted to let Xing Thirteen sit down, Xing Thirteen said: "If I come to prescribe this prescription, Pian Ling will prescribe 2 grams."

The boy with glasses was annoyed, and said unconvinced in his seat: "Have you ever studied Chinese medicine, have you read medical books, I am completely according to the record of typhoid fever, how can I allow you to talk nonsense like this."

The old professor's face was calm, and he smiled and said, "Punishment Thirteen, this piece of spirit is a heavy medicine to cure wind and cold, why do you want to lose one gram?" Did you know that if you go down this gram, the patient may suffer for a few more days"?

Xing Thirteen shook his head slightly, and said slowly: "It's a three-point poison, especially for young children, taking too much of it may cause inflammation, and 2 grams of Pillin I think is enough for young children's bodies, whether it is absorption or effect, it should be a critical point."

The old professor's eyes closed slightly, and after a while, he suddenly opened, and his two eyes as bright as stars stared at Xing Thirteen Dao: "Your name is Xing Thirteen, are you willing to become my Shao Lao Wugu's disciple?"

"Huh"? In the classroom, more than 100 students were surprised, for them to clearly know the status of the old professor in traditional Chinese medicine, the north compass, the south Shao medicine, for the pharmacology of traditional Chinese medicine, in Huaxia, than this old man, I am afraid that there are only some unborn old monsters, and now, he actually for a new student who has just transferred to the Chinese medicine department, such a warm pillow.

Xing Thirteen could also see the weight of the old professor from the surprise of the students around him, but he had his own plans, not to mention, he was still burdened with too many things, so he politely refused: "Teacher, there is not much difference between students and disciples in nature, if I don't understand anything in academic studies in the future, I will ask the teacher."

The old professor was stunned for a moment, and then said self-deprecatingly: "It's my old man's photo, but you must keep this phone number, and if you have any problems in the future, you can call this number at any time."

He picked up the pen in his hand, wrote a number on his lesson plan loudly, and then handed it to Xing Thirteen, and solemnly instructed.

"Bell bell bell ......"

The bell rang for the end of class very suddenly, and the old professor was not a stalker, after the bell rang, he picked up the lesson plan, bent his body, and slowly disappeared in front of everyone.