"I'm your new teacher, my name is Yan Murong." Yan Murong looked at the dozens of students under the podium, grabbed the chalk and wrote his name on the blackboard.

"Good word." Chen Hanqing sat at the back of the classroom, looking at Yan Murong's vigorous and powerful, three words of iron painting silver hook, and couldn't help but exclaim in his heart Hello - this kid is quite accomplished in terms of hand strength and pen stroke.

The students below were extremely quiet, they were not quiet because of Chen Hanqing's arrival, but they looked at Yan Murong on the podium and wondered.

Everyone is thinking, is he the new teacher? It looks like he's about the same age, so how can he be a teacher?

"You don't have to question what I'm saying." Yan Murong looked at the expressions of the group of students below and said in a flat tone. "As the old saying goes, the master is the teacher, and you don't have to be old to be the best teacher, and the uncle who sells cabbage in the vegetable market outside is very old, but he can't teach you Chinese medicine."

"Wow!"

As soon as Yan Murong spoke, there was a burst of laughter below, and even Chen Hanqing, who was sitting at the back, smiled-this kid, isn't he talking nonsense, the cabbage seller can teach Chinese medicine, and Chinese medicine has already risen.

"Today's TCM diagnostics class will be given to you by me." Yan Murong put his hands behind his back and said in a deep voice.

It's not that he wants to be so serious, it's just that he hasn't been a teacher before, and he doesn't know how to be, so he copied the old man's expression and tone when he taught him medical skills.

"Teacher, I have a question." At this time, a boy with glasses sitting in the back raised his hand, looked at Yan Murong and said.

"Say it." Yan Murong nodded.

"Teacher, although it is said that the master is the teacher, but if you don't show us some ability, how can we believe that you have the ability? Let's say yes. The boy looked at Yan Murong and said. We spend money to learn, and if the teacher's level is not good, then what are we learning? ”

"Yes, you can." Yan Murong nodded and said. "Don't you want to see what I'm capable of? More on this later, you sit down first. ”

"That guy just - by the way, what's your name?" Yan Murong looked at the boy with glasses just now and asked.

"Wang Xudong."

"Well, just now Wang Xudong asked me a question, I want to prove my level, I will do this later, but now, I also want to ask you a question - who can tell me in the simplest words, what is TCM diagnostics?"

"I'll come." Wang Xudong didn't wait for others to raise their hands, he stood up first, looked at Yan Murong and said. "According to the theoretical system of traditional Chinese medicine, the discipline that studies the basic theories, basic knowledge and basic skills of diagnosing diseases, judging diseases, and distinguishing syndromes is called traditional Chinese medicine diagnostics."

"Not bad." Yan Murong nodded, and after letting him sit down, he looked down and said. "What Wang Xudong said is right, but what I ask is, to explain in the simplest words, who else has something to say?"

"Teacher, I'll come." A girl with a blinking ponytail, a sweet look, and two small dimples when she laughed raised her hand and stood up. "Teacher Yan, my name is Zhao Xin." The girl said after introducing her name. "In my opinion, diagnostics can be explained by two words: diagnosis, diagnosis and understanding; Break, analyze and judge. ”

"Not bad, but it's not brief enough." Yan Murong said with a smile.

Yan Murong's denial once again made the following group of students make a fuss-is this teacher teasing them? Zhao Xin explained it clearly in ten words, can it be short?

At this time, Chen Hanqing also tilted his head, thinking about what to use to explain diagnostics.

"Alright, everyone be quiet." Yan Murong stopped the commotion below and said with a smile. "Do you think I'm embarrassing you -- that's okay, now, I'm going to tell you what diagnostics is."

"Diagnostics is to forget, smell, ask, and cut." Yan Murong said word by word.

"Ha, teacher, is this your explanation?" A male voice laughed below. "We've been studying for three years, and of course we know that we need to teach you? Let's go down. ”

When this boy said a word, many people responded, and immediately shouted for Yan Murong to go out.

"Don't worry." Yan Murong still had a smile on his face and said. "Next, I will begin to answer Wang Xudong's question."

As he spoke, Yan Murong pointed at Wang Xudong and said. "Your face is pale, your eye sockets are sunken and black, it seems that you often stay up late."

"Huh? You know that, too? Wang Xudong said in surprise.

Yan Murong is right, he often stays up late to play on the computer, almost sleeps at almost four o'clock in the morning every night, and then gets up early in the morning to go to class, serious sleep deprivation.

"Not only do I know that you stay up late a lot, but your hands shake unconsciously, well, how to put it, a bit like Parkinson's disease." Yan Murong said with a smile. "You're a sign of kidney deficiency - don't stay up late in the future."

"Haha!"

As soon as Yan Murong's voice fell, many of the students below laughed, and Wang Xudong's face turned red, and his head was almost lowered under the table - he was told in public that he had kidney deficiency, and anyone would be embarrassed.

"Oh, and this classmate." Yan Murong looked at a boy sitting in the front row and said. "Although the weather is a little hotter now, there is also air conditioning in this classroom, and you are sweating so much, this is a manifestation of hot flashes and night sweats, it seems that your lungs are on fire."

"Huh?" The boy who was said by Yan Murong was stunned, looked at Yan Murong strangely, and asked in a hoarse voice. "How do you know I'm on fire? Maybe I'm just sweating hot? ”

"I wasn't sure just now, but now it's certain." Yan Murong said with a smile. "Your voice is hoarse, I guess you don't have phlegm when you cough most of the time, right?"

"That's right." The boy said.

"That's what it looks like your lungs are firing." Yan Murong said. "Drink more water when you go back, it's not enough to drink just drinks, and eat more pears, Chinese cabbage, white radishes and other foods."

Then, Yan Murong stepped off the podium and began to shuttle among the students.

"You, your liver is too hot, so there will be more teasing on your face."

"What about you, like the one before, don't stay up late."

"You have menstrual cramps."

"You have irregular periods."

Along the way, almost all the students didn't look at Yan Murong.

"What about me, what about me?" The student who shouted for Yan Murong to go down before saw that Yan Murong didn't look at him, and he immediately became anxious.

"Do you really want me to see it?" Yan Murong asked.

"Of course, I don't care if you show them or not, and I don't know if they're sick or not, so you'll have to show me." The boy said.

"Okay." Yan Murong nodded, walked over, grabbed his wrist, and said after a while. "Your face is ruddy and shiny, but your pulse is weak, and although you have tried to restrain yourself, your hands are still shaking—and your kidneys are weak."

"Nonsense." The boy was immediately anxious, looked at Yan Murong and shouted. "I don't stay up late, I don't smoke, where does kidney deficiency come from?"

"Well, you don't stay up late, you don't smoke, and your face is more ruddy, but I advise you, Liuwei Dihuang Pill should take less, it is a medicine that is three points poisonous, you can buy more pork kidneys and go back, and make food supplements - oh, I forgot to say it, try to have sex as little as possible in the future, twice a week is enough, you are like this five times a Thursday, no matter how strong your kidneys can't stand it, haven't you heard of it? There are only tired cows, and there is no worse ground. ”

"Hahaha!"

After listening to Yan Murong's words, and looking at the boy's face again, he knew that Yan Murong was right, and he suddenly burst into laughter.

The boy's face was ugly, and before he could speak, he heard Yan Murong say. "And, judging by the way you sat just now - you still have hemorrhoids."

"Bang!"

The unfortunate boy couldn't stand it any longer, rolled his eyes, and went straight under the table.