Lu Yiren is the head of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine where Bu Qingge is located, and he has a very good relationship with Qian Lao. So after arriving at the school, Bu Qingge went to visit Director Lu as soon as possible. He had to go through the postponement formalities for the postponement of the exam, otherwise he would not be able to take the make-up exam. Also, Director Lu had to tell his counselor about his usual grades last semester.

Under normal circumstances, you can only take a full year off, and this is a "special event"

After ringing the doorbell, an eleven or twelve-year-old girl opened the door. She asked, "Big brother, who are you looking for?"

Bu Qingge smiled and said, "You are Yao'er." I'm looking for your grandfather, and I've made an appointment. ”

A thin old man in the middle of the room walked over: "It's a light song, please come in." ”

The two sat down and chatted for a few words, Director Lu said, "I have been friends with Senior Brother Qian for decades, and I have never heard him praise someone like this. It is said that you are unique in heaven and on earth. ”

Bu Qingge said modestly: "It's Qian Lao who praised it." ”

Director Lu shook his head: "I understand Senior Brother Qian's temperament, if you don't have anything outstanding, he will never praise you like this, let alone come to me in person for you." ”

Bu Qingge said movingly: "Qian Lao is indeed very good to me. ”

"But I don't believe what he said," Director Lu's tone changed: "I admit that there are geniuses in this world." But how old are you this year? The technique of soup recipe can beat Sun Zhengyuan, and the technique of acupuncture can beat Senior Brother Qian, this is too exaggerated. You must know that these two people are at the pinnacle of existence in their respective fields. ”

Bu Qingge couldn't be more modest now, and Qian Lao vouched for himself with his reputation. At this time, how can he show weakness?

Bu Qingge looked around and noticed a few apples in the fruit pot on the coffee table. The peel of an apple is covered with dense pockmarks. He picked up the apple and said, "Director Lu, I'm ugly." ”

He opened the needle box he had brought with him, took out twelve millineedles of different lengths and clamped them between the fingers of his right hand, and then held his breath and stared at the apple.

Director Lu's granddaughter, Lu Qianyao, looked at Bu Qingge curiously, not understanding what he was going to do.

Taking a deep breath, Bu Qingge's right hand gently brushed on the apple.

This flick is light and light, without the slightest fireworks.

Lu Qianyao's eyes immediately widened, waiting to see the magical scene.

But nothing happened.

Lu Qianyao picked up the apple and looked at it, nothing had changed, it was exactly the same as before, she asked suspiciously, "That's it?"

Bu Qingge nodded lightly: "Yes, that's it." ”

Lu Qianyao unceremoniously raised her middle finger and scolded: "You pretend to be a criminal!"

Director Lu opened Lu Qianyao's hand, and he picked up the apple with a solemn face and took a closer look, his face changed greatly.

On a small piece of peel, there is an extra millineedle in all the pittings. Twelve milli needles of different lengths were inserted into it, and only a small dot at the end of the needle was exposed, so that at first glance, it looked very similar to pockmarks. No wonder Lu Qianyao looked at it at a glance and didn't find the slightest abnormality.

Lu Qianyao understood, she covered her mouth and exclaimed, "Oh my God, big brother, are you playing acrobatics or doing magic?"

Bu Qingge smiled slightly: "It's just a small skill in acupuncture." ”

He said it lightly, but Director Lu knew the difficulty, and it was difficult to climb to the sky. Director Lu clapped his hands and praised: "It's amazing! No wonder Senior Brother Qian thinks that he is not as good as you, just this hand, he must not be able to do it." ”

He sighed again and again: "The afterlife is terrible, the afterlife is terrible!"

When he was interested, Director Lu picked out a few medical cases and discussed them with Bu Qingge. At first, he was thinking of pointing. After a few words, it turned into a mutual exchange. After a few more words, he humbly asked.

The two chatted for two hours. Director Lu said that his voice was a little hoarse, and then he closed his mouth unsatisfied.

He sighed: "Senior Brother Qian said, you came to study with us, it is purely a waste of time. I was very upset to hear this. But now I know that although there are many masters and famous doctors in our University of Chinese Medicine, no one is qualified to teach you. At your level, not to mention being a teacher, it is enough to take graduate students or even doctoral students. ”

Bu Qingge smiled: "Director Lu praised it falsely. ”

Director Lu waved his hand: "I understand your thoughts, I came here to get a diploma and take a practicing certificate." In this way, in the future, you can go to class if you want to, and you won't come to class if you don't want to. As long as you don't cause trouble, you can do whatever you want at school. ”

Bu Qingge was overjoyed: "Where is my teacher?"

Director Lu said in a big way: "No problem, I'll tell them personally." You don't have to worry about the grades, just pass the final exam. Also, if you have nothing to do, you can go to other departments, the Department of Orthopedics and Traumatology, Acupuncture and Massage of our University of Chinese Medicine is very famous, and it is always good to learn more. ”

Step Light Song even claims to be.

The two chatted for a long time before Director Lu sent Bu Qingge out.

Out of the staff building, Bu Qingge waved his hand vigorously and called out "yes"

For the next three days, Bu Qingge stayed in the hotel, studying frantically and preparing for the make-up exam.

There are many courses to be studied in Chinese medicine, such as basic theories of Chinese medicine, diagnosis and treatment of Chinese medicine, Chinese medicine, prescriptions, classical medical books of Chinese medicine, etc. Although Bu Qingge's medical skills are extremely high, he can almost be enlightened, but practice is not equal to theory, and he should memorize it.

If you change someone else, in just three days, it is impossible to carry a thick five-book bulk. But step light song can.

He never forgot it. Learning should not be too easy for him.

So this make-up exam, Bu Qingge passed very smoothly.

It's time for school to start.

The originally quiet campus immediately became lively.

Walking in the middle of this group of young students, Bu Qingge once again felt that deep estrangement.

A few years ago, he stepped out of the mountains and into the big city for the first time, and he felt that he did not belong here at all.

It's the same this time.

Bu Qingge is already twenty-four years old, and the vast majority of these students are nineteen or twenty years old. This age gap can be clearly distinguished at a glance, and Buqingge is obviously "old" a lot.

Also, although it has only been more than four months since he became a genius from a fool, there have been too many things in the past four months. After experiencing all the things that these ordinary students and even ordinary people are unlikely to encounter in their lifetime, Bu Qingge found that it was really difficult for him to regard himself as a member of the ivory tower again.

Walking around the campus, until he had absorbed enough of the smell of the campus, Bu Qingge came to the teaching building.

Wandering at the door of the former classroom, Bu Qingge couldn't help but recall his college life for half a year.

In fact, his life was not all darkness at that time.

There is also sunshine.

Moreover, it is the brightest and most dazzling light in the entire University of Chinese Medicine.

That light is, Leng Qiurou.

Leng Qiurou is the most beautiful school flower in the history of the University of Chinese Medicine. She is extremely beautiful, so sexy, so charming. Her beauty crushes the entire college town, and even those art colleges and universities, no one can match her!

And between Bu Qingge and this beautiful school flower, there are some stories that have to be told.