Ji Xiaofan had just left the classroom and thought of something.

She had been walking in the direction of the school gate, but then turned around and went to the teacher's dormitory.

Wang Zhijie, the homeroom teacher in the first grade, still lives in the original dormitory, and Ji Xiaofan went to look for him this time.

Mr. Wang died of a heart attack five years later while he was sleeping in the middle of the night.

Ji Xiaofan has learned that Mr. Wang is inherited in the family and is congenital.

Nowadays, medical technology is relatively developed, and even if it is congenital, it can be prevented and treated.

When Ji Xiaofan went, he caught up with Teacher Wang to go out, and met him at the door of his dormitory.

"Xiaofan, why are you here?"

"Teacher, are you going out?"

"I went to the restaurant for dinner, why haven't you gone back yet?"

"I'm leaving tomorrow, come and see you."

"Let's go?" Wang Zhijie still couldn't react.

Ji Xiaofan didn't dwell on this problem, and directly said his intention.

"Teacher Wang, I have been a doctor since elementary school and know some medical skills, I see that your face is not good-looking recently, so I will show you."

Wang Zhijie didn't expect Ji Xiaofan to understand medical skills and observe people's faces.

Indeed, during this time, Wang Zhijie felt that he was a little unwell.

It's just that the school is busy, and Wang Zhijie doesn't have time to go to the hospital.

"That's right, what do you think?"

"Traditional Chinese medicine, diagnosing the pulse."

Wang Zhijie was even more surprised, very unexpected.

He opened the door of his dormitory and said to Ji Xiaofan:

"You come in and show the teacher."

After Wang Zhijie returned to the dormitory, he cooperated and stretched out his wrist in front of Ji Xiaofan.

Ji Xiaofan's finger rested on Wang Zhijie's pulse, and after she diagnosed it for a while, Ji Xiaofan withdrew his hand.

"Teacher, do you have a genetic history of heart disease in your family?"

Teacher Wang was stunned for a moment, thinking, can this number still show family genetic diseases?

"Yes, my father died of a heart attack."

Ji Xiaofan took a pen and wrote a prescription on a piece of paper.

"Teacher, I'll leave tomorrow, I have something to say to you, you must pay attention not to be tired, pay attention to rest when the time is too rushed, you follow this prescription, if you are afraid of staying up late is too troublesome, you can go to the Chinese medicine hospital to let people make Chinese patent medicine, you have been eating it for two years, go to check regularly, you must pay attention to your body."

Wang Zhijie was confused when he heard it, but he looked at Ji Xiaofan's worried eyes and nodded.

"Teacher, this is not a joke, you must remember my words."

Wang Zhijie saw Ji Xiaofan's solemn expression and responded.

"Okay, the teacher remembers, by the way, Xiaofan, you just said that you were leaving, where are you going?"

"I'm going to transfer schools, and I'm not going to be in this school anymore."

Wang Zhijie was surprised, he thought of it with Ji Xiaofan's current head teacher, and then asked:

"Are you transferring schools with Jing Shen?"

When everyone talks about Ji Xiaofan, they will mention Han Jingshen.

Every time someone mentions Han Jingshen, Ji Xiaofan's heart feels like he has been stabbed with a knife.

"No, I'm transferring schools myself."

Wang Zhijie was surprised and wanted to ask something, but Ji Xiaofan said at this time:

"Teacher, I have to go."

Wang Zhijie felt that Ji Xiaofan was very depressed at this time, and something must have happened.

"The teacher will send you."

Wang Zhijie wanted to help Ji Xiaofan carry his things, but Ji Xiaofan didn't let him, so he followed Ji Xiaofan towards the school gate.