If it weren't for seeing Wang Jiujiu's very eye-catching face on the first row of seats, Qin Luo would have wondered if he had gone to the wrong classroom.

He clearly remembered that the class he was leading only had fifty students, but he didn't expect that it would suddenly increase nearly twice today. The classrooms were overcrowded, and even the front row, where almost no one usually sits, was full.

"I was thinking that I was in the wrong classroom. Or some students in the audience found the wrong teacher. Qin Luo threw the textbook on the podium, looked at the students below and said.

Wow!

Hearing his humorous words, everyone laughed out loud.

"Teacher Qin, I said in the dormitory that our new teacher pointed out everyone's physical problems at once in class and provided solutions. A couple of buddies in my dorm didn't believe it - you help them see. Let's see if they have any kidney deficiency or anything like that—"

"Teacher Qin, we don't believe it either. You show us too. “

"Hee-hee, I won't let them come, they have to come-they say they want to come to see the handsome guy in the robe-"—

Because of the close age, everyone has no scruples about talking. The reasons are varied, but the purpose is clear. It's all for Qin Luo.

The student body says it's big, and it's small. An interesting thing happened that might soon be known to the whole school.

Qin Luo was a blockbuster in the first class, which made the students who listened to the class enthusiastic one by one, and they couldn't help themselves. His brilliant medical skills have amazed these students, and when they return, they will naturally show off to their roommates or close friends.

Some students don't believe and want to come and testify. Some girls are tempted to come and get close.

So, this is the situation we are in.

Qin Luo tapped the table with his fingers, signaling everyone to be quiet. He smiled and said, "I understand what you mean. I am also deeply honored. ”

"However, I think reading should be a very rigorous thing. If you really like Chinese medicine, I'd love it. And I am willing to pass on all I have to you. If you're just here to make a fuss, in that case — I'll take your reservations about what you're doing. ”

"Teacher Qin, we really like Chinese medicine." Someone shouted. Once again, there was laughter in the classroom.

"Teacher Qin, I didn't like Chinese medicine before, but now I like it."

"That's right. Our slogan is: Love Teacher Qin, Love Chinese Medicine. ”

Qin Luo smiled bitterly and gestured again to signal everyone to be quiet. He said, "So, let's start the class now." I hope you can learn something useful in my class instead of wasting your time sitting here. ”

Qin Luo was a halfway monk, so he didn't prepare a lesson plan, and even the textbook sent to him by the school just opened it and quickly skimmed through the chapter catalog.

Qin Luo's current state is like a master who has opened up the second line of Ren Du, as for the simple basic knowledge in front, in his eyes, it is inferior kung fu such as 'Black Tiger Digging Heart' and 'Monkey Picking Peaches', he is naturally extremely familiar with it. Even, he is confident that the answers are more effective than those in the books.

"Let me start with a few basic questions. It's an assessment of the previous lesson. Qin Luo said. Well. I don't have to raise my hand in class. Whoever I click, whoever answers, is fine. You don't have to stand up. Waste of time. ”

"What are the manifestations of Rational Fever?" Qin Luo swept around the classroom. He nodded to a boy in the third row and said, "You can answer." ”

"The body is hot, thirsty, cold, hot and sweaty, and the pulse is like a flood. Teacher, I wrote it all down in my notes. ”

Qin Luo nodded and said, "Very good." Although I don't advocate note-taking, it's a good way to revise if you can write down important points without digesting them. ”

"What are the symptoms of a critically ill patient who suddenly breaks out in a cold sweat on his forehead and cold in his limbs?" Qin Luo asked again. He nodded to a girl in the first row and said, "You can answer." ”

"Dead Sun." The woman replied confidently.

"Not bad. It's the dead sun. This time I would like to ask you a more difficult question. Qin Luo said with a smile. The sun is stroked, the yang is floating and the yīn is weak. How to solve the decoction method? Wang Jiujiu, you answer. ”

Wang Jiujiu has been thinking for a long time this time, because the previous question is the theoretical basis, and this question for her is already really assessing 'practical skills'.

After hesitating for a while, he said uncertainly: "Peel the cinnamon branch three taels, ephedra eighteen baht to knot, gypsum twenty-four baht, ginger three taels, and twelve jujubes." ”

"Are you sure?" Qin Luo's gaze was fixed on Wang Jiujiu's pink and smooth face, and he asked expressionlessly.

Wang Jiujiu thought for a while, changed his words and said: "It seems to be three taels of cinnamon branches peeled, three taels of peony, two taels of licorice, three taels of ginger, and twelve jujubes." ”

Qin Luo stepped down from the podium and looked at the watch time on a male classmate's wrist, and said, "It's too late." The patient has been dead for thirty-five seconds after drinking the soup you have prepared. ”

"Uh-sorry teacher." Wang Jiujiu's face was flushed, and he smiled awkwardly. Actually, she wanted to cry even more.

Is there anyone as sarcastic as you?

Syllable!

Qin Luo slapped his face on the table, glared at Wang Jiujiu angrily and said, "Are you still laughing?" Are you still laughing? I'm sorry? You think you can just say you're sorry? ”

"I can forgive you. But can the patient who died because of your negligence forgive you? Can the family of the deceased forgive you? ”

"Do you know what your profession is? Do you know what one of your oversights represents? It represents the end of a life, or the end of your career. What's the use of saying I'm sorry? ”

"Not anymore." Wang Jiujiu was not intimidated by Qin Luo's rage, but bravely raised his head and stubbornly made eye contact with him.

He is strong, he is strong, and I overcome rigidity with softness.

Sure enough, Qin Luo's face softened. Maybe he also noticed that it was too ambiguous to make eye contact with a beautiful student for so long.

Qin Luo sighed softly and said, "I can't blame you for this negligence. Because the last decoction question relates to the content of the fifth volume of the Treatise on Typhoid Fever, perhaps you have not yet learned there. There's one thing you should keep in mind, though. ”

Speaking of this, Qin Luo's expression once again became serious and solemn.

"What?" Wang Jiujiu asked out loud.

"Under your hands, a human life has been lost. You have to remember that you killed someone. Qin Luo said in a mean voice.

"You-" Wang Jiujiu dared to guarantee that if any other teacher said this to her, she would dare to open her mouth and scold her mother.

Just such a casual assessment mistake can be regarded as self-murder?

But seeing Qin Luo's solemn expression, the words she was about to blurt out choked back.

What if this is not an assessment, but I am actually prescribing for patients?

Thinking of this, Wang Jiujiu suddenly discovered Qin Luo's good intentions towards him.

"Teacher Qin, I made a note of it. Thank you. Wang Jiujiu nodded and said.

Qin Luo was very satisfied with Wang Jiujiu's attitude, his face softened again, and said, "Very good." You have to remember that quacks are misleading. ”

When he said this, Qin Luo was in a trance for a moment.

Looking at the current Wang Jiujiu, Qin Luo thought of himself many years ago.

At the beginning, when he first prescribed the wrong medicine, his grandfather also reprimanded him so harshly. That time, while the grandfather swollen the palm of his hand with a bamboo whip, he also said the same thing to him.

It can be said that Qin Luo's words just now were completely a copy of their old man. It can also be seen that the original scene made Qin Luo remember deeply and will never forget it.

Now, he educates his students the same way his grandfather taught him. Hopefully, they will truly understand the pricelessness of life.

After class, Qin Luo had just walked out of the classroom, and Wang Jiujiu caught up again.

"Teacher Qin." Wang Jiujiu shouted from behind. With a delicate face and excellent temperament, she can be regarded as a beauty in a million.

What Qin Luo didn't know was that Wang Jiujiu was originally a school flower-level figure in the school.

"You're not happy with my attitude, aren't you? Want to come and debate with me? Qin Luo said with a smile.

"It's not. I know that Teacher Qin is for our good. Wang Jiujiu smiled and shook his head.

"Then you're here - ask for a phone number?" Qin Luo asked. "Haha, I just happened to have a mobile phone. I'll give you the number, and if your mother has any questions, you can call me at any time. ”

"Huh? Matched? All right. The regret in Wang Jiujiu's eyes flashed.

"Hmm. I don't know what my number is though. You give me your number and I'll call you. Qin Luo said very innocently.

Wang Jiujiu looked at the mobile phone in Qin Luo's hand and reported a set of numbers. When a pleasant mobile phone ringtone comes from the bag, it proves that the two have left each other's contact information.

"Call me for something." Qin Luo said. Then he waved his hand and walked towards the administrative office building.

Watching Qin Luo's figure walk away, Wang Jiujiu stood in place and sighed softly.

I took out a beautiful box from my bag, stared at the silver gray mobile phone screen on the box, and the melancholy in my heart spread like a vine.

I'm still one step slower!

"Not anymore, though." Wang Jiujiu clenched his fists and said to himself.

Wang Jiujiu dialed the phone, and when a woman's delicate 'hey' voice came from the other side of the phone, she said into the microphone: "Zhang Yiyi, I killed someone." ”

Bang!

Wang Jiujiu heard the sound of something falling to the ground over there, as if he was in a lot of confusion.

"Really? Is the man dead? The woman could not care less to pretend to be tender, and her voice trembled.

Wang Jiujiu thought for a while and said, "I was dead for about forty minutes. ”

"You dead child, how come you haven't been worrying since you were a child? Hurry. Grabbing a handful of ash from the ground and smearing your face, you are too beautiful to be recognized. Get out of the school gate, then take a taxi to the train station at the school gate, I'll take the bus to meet you now, let's go to your grandmother's house and hide for a few days - don't let your dad know about this, I'm afraid he'll kill his relatives in righteousness—"

Wang Jiujiu clutched his stomach and laughed wildly, thinking, why didn't he find out before that his mother had such potential to be a detective?