As soon as the door opened, a person rushed into the dormitory. Yun was not frightened, but she was a little confused. She blinked her watery almond eyes and looked at the professor who suddenly ran over in surprise: "Professor Wanqi?"

Her hand was injured the day before yesterday. The professor didn't show up the day before yesterday. How did he come today? Did he only find out today?

She thought it might be like that. The boys in the class were all tight-lipped and did not discuss excessively. Even to the nearby military training class, they simply said that their hand was injured. As a result, there were very few people who knew about it and it did not cause any sensation. She loves to play.

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The old professor was very busy, the students did not take the initiative to report to him, and other teachers did not inform him, and so on. It was normal for him to be unaware for a moment.

The professor probably ran all the way upstairs. His face was crimson and he was sweating. The black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose were stained with beads of sweat. He rushed into the dormitory, still breathing heavily.

Son, the whole person looked like he was in a hurry.

Seeing the nervous and eager expression of the old professor, Yun felt warm in her heart and reached out to help the professor: "Professor, don't worry, my hand is fine. You sit down and rest first."

"What do you mean it's okay, even if it's broken? Show me your hand quickly." Professor Wanqi didn't even have time to wipe off his sweat, he looked for the primary school student's hand eagerly.

In his field of vision, the little girl stood in front of him. She was small and short, with her head raised and smiling at him with a smile like the sun. She wore a short-sleeved white casual shirt, short hot pants, and her arms and legs were pink.

It is as white and tender as a lotus root, and its cute and petite appearance makes people want to hold it in their hands and love it.

The anxious Professor Wanqi saw his cute little student and was even more worried about her hand injury. He grabbed the little girl's hand and shouted anxiously: "The right wrist is broken, right? Let me see, eh, it's not like this.

My hand, oh, where is the injury?"

Yun's outstretched arm was amputated by the old professor. Seeing the old professor checking her wrist anxiously and nervously, she felt warm in her heart. She pointed to the injured position and showed it to the instructor: "Professor

, It is said to be a fracture, but it is actually just a crack in the bone, just a small injury. The location is here, the bone crack is very thin, and it has healed now after using medicine. Don't worry, it's really fine."

"The bones are cracked and you still call it a minor injury? Let me take a look, eh, why didn't you apply any medicine? You have a broken bone and you still refuse to apply medicine. Do you think you are made of iron? Hey, your pulse is stable, is it really better?"

Professor Wanqi picked up a white and tender wrist and examined it carefully. He found that the wrist was white and clean, with no plaster or any medicine applied. He immediately became anxious. While scolding, he held the student's vagina with his left hand.

Use the paws and fingers of your right hand to press the student's wrist to check for pulse.

After feeling for his pulse, he was shocked again. The pulse was stable and did not look like he was injured. Is he really okay?

Professor Wan Qi is not at Qingdao University every Tuesday and Wednesday. He is only at school on Monday, Thursday and Friday. All courses are scheduled on those three days. The day when his classmate was injured was a Wednesday and he was not at school. Teacher Li wanted to

He didn't disturb the professor's work and didn't inform him. Other teachers in the school didn't tell him, and the students in the military training class didn't report it to him, so he didn't know about it.

The day after the classmate was injured was the Mid-Autumn Festival, and Teacher Li would not tell the old professor about the injury of his primary school student at that time, which would affect his mood for the festival. It was not until the Mid-Autumn Festival that he told the professor about the accidental injury of his primary school student.

Professor Wan Qi was at the Academy of Sciences on Tuesday and Wednesday. The school had a holiday on Thursday and there was nothing to do. He went home directly to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival. At noon today, he received a call from Teacher Li saying that his primary school student was injured two days ago. Even if Teacher Li

After repeatedly saying that it was nothing serious, he couldn't rest assured. He rushed to Qingdao University in a hurry, went to the student dormitory, and personally checked the primary school student's injuries.

He was so anxious that he found the student dormitory, knocked on the door, and rushed in. He didn't look at the student carefully, ignored the fact that her wrist was not covered with medicine, and just yelled. At this moment, he felt her pulse, and her nervous heart was

Be able to relax.

"Xiao, are you really okay?" Professor Wanqi asked, feeling his pulse again.

"It's okay, professor. Sit down first. I see you are sweating profusely from running. Let's rest for a while before talking."

"It's okay, little one. You have to protect your hands carefully in the future. The hands of a medical student are very precious. A doctor's hands are a hundred times more important than his face. There is no room for any mistakes..."

Professor Wanqi put down the little hands of the primary school students, wiped the sweat, and walked to the seats in the small living room with the help of the students, talking about the importance of hands while walking.

He talked about the importance of hands to the feeling of the scalpel when holding it. Scalpels are different in size and weight, and the strength of the hands is also different. The health of the body and the intensity of labor that the hands can bear directly affect the operation.

Whether it is successful or not, the words are like setting off firecrackers, crackling and preaching.

While listening to the lecture humbly, Yun nodded enthusiastically "Yeah, yeah, yeah", asked the professor to take a seat, stood and listened to the instructor's instructions, and waited until he was out of breath after talking for five or six minutes before running away.

I washed the fruits and put them on the table, and then boiled the water.

Professor Wan Qi repeatedly emphasized the importance of the hands of medical students. His mouth was dry and his throat was on fire. The primary school student brought apples, pears, bananas and other fruits. He did not eat them, but only took a carton of milk.

After a few gurgles, the milk was drained.

After moistening his throat and making it no longer irritated, he had time to look at the students' dormitories. He had done a rough scan before, because at that time, he was entirely focused on the injuries of the primary school students and did not pay attention to external objects. Now he looked carefully and saw clearly

I could clearly see the scenery in the living room. There were a lot of things, and everything was neatly tidied up and clean.

When he saw the small refrigerator and some vegetables, he knew that the primary school students would occasionally cook their own meals. When he saw the stack of books piled next to the small writing table, the old professor's eyes widened, and he rushed to the stack of books regardless of his image as a teacher.

Look around to see what books are there.

At first glance, I couldn’t help but be stunned. Oh my god, it’s incredible. The complete collection of the clinical professional courses of integrated traditional Chinese and Western medicine from the first to fourth years is included, as well as all the clinical courses of the first and second years of the western medicine clinical profession.

There is a thick notebook open on the surface of the bookshelf, with anatomical notes written in neat handwriting, and the hand-drawn anatomical drawings look like illustrations in published books.

A book was turned over and flipped on the surface of the stack. Professor Wanqi picked it up. Well, it was also anatomy, an anatomy subject for sophomores in Chinese and Western clinical studies.

This primary school student is simply... simply a monster!

Professor Wan Qi was surprised, happy and speechless when she saw that her primary school students had found all the textbooks and were studying on their own. What was great was that the primary school student lived up to expectations, was extremely talented, smart and studious, and she was already able to study professional courses on her own even before classes started.

Judging from the textbooks she studied, she probably previewed many first-grade subjects, and was able to draw inferences from one instance and solve difficult problems on her own without too many doubts.

The talents of elementary school students are too high. As a teacher, I feel that there may not be much room for me to be a hero in the future. This feels... a bit heartbreaking!

The professor was heartbroken and calmly ran back to the table and sat down. When he saw the primary school student walking from the kitchen to the balcony to the bedroom, he came back to the living room with a bag of things. His eyes lit up: "Little boy, take it in your hand."

Is that the tea you gave me?"

But he remembered that the primary school student said that his family had sent her some medicinal materials, and helped him prepare a pack of medicinal tea, and would give it to him when he was free after military training.

The old professor was looking forward to the student's good tea. The little girl was only ten years old at the time, and a prescription could slowly improve Lao Chao's frail grandson. Her tea must be unique.

"Half yes." The professor looked anxious, not showing any trace of the demeanor of being the top professor in China. Yun couldn't help laughing, deliberately put on a serious face, and slowly sat down opposite the professor.

Without waiting for the students to hand the things to him, Professor Wanqi unceremoniously took the things wrapped in red food bags and put them in front of him. With a smile on his face, he opened them excitedly to study what good things there were.

The red food bag contains three items, packed in sealed bags. One bag contains white slices cut into slices. The portion is not much, only a dozen pieces; the other bag contains chopped plant stems, leaves, flowers, mixed medicine, and

There is also a bag of crushed plant leaves and flowers.

The discerning Professor Wan Qi did not unpack the small package anymore, and decided to go back and study it slowly. He packed it again neatly and beamed with joy: "It's great to have a caring primary school student. I also have good tea to drink."

"Professor, the bag with more flowers is for my wife's scented tea. About one to two grams each time is enough. Repeat brewing several times. Professor, your tea will be brewed about five grams at a time. If you have honeysuckle in your hand,

It would be better to add some honeysuckle. You want the kind that has not been smoked with bezoar. You don’t need the smoked bezoar. This amount is about one month. After drinking this herbal tea, you don’t have to eat spicy hot pot every day. You probably won’t need it within a year.

No more worrying about minor metabolic issues.”

"Really? Will it work for a year?" Professor Wan Qi's eyes were like lighted torches with surprise. This news could solve his difficulty in going to the toilet. This news came from heaven.

"Professor, don't forget the prerequisite. If you don't eat too much spicy food, it will work for a year. Don't look at me like that. Your primary school student doesn't have enough medicinal materials and can only reach that high level. If you want to remove the root, wait for one or two years.

Let me collect enough medicinal materials to discuss."

Being stared at by a pair of bright, tiger-like and wolf-like eyes was an uncomfortable feeling, and Yun's hair stood on end. The old professor was a Chinese medicine fanatic, and if he pestered her to discuss the prescription in depth, she would not be able to resist it.

"Hahahaha, I remember it, Xiao, you said that I can relieve my pain when I find all the medicinal materials. I will always supervise you to find the medicinal materials. By the way, Xiao, what other medicinal materials are needed? You can tell me, I will do it myself.

Let's look for it. With more people and more efforts, we might be able to find it soon and save you, teacher, and me from the fire soon."

"Professor, please stop helping blindly. I dare say that you did not go to the mountains to find the medicine yourself. Ninety-nine percent of the medicine purchased from outside is cultivated. The efficacy of wild and cultivated medicinal materials is not the same.

So, you’d better concentrate on your studies, and let me handle the matter of medicinal materials myself.”

Let the professor find medicinal materials?

The professor is an expert in traditional Chinese medicine, and of course he knows about traditional Chinese medicine. The problem is that what he finds may not necessarily have miraculous effects. She will find the needed medicinal materials herself, then move them into the space to plant them, and then prepare the medicine to ensure that the medicine cures the disease.

"I am actually disliked by my own primary school student. I am very sad." I feel so sad to be disliked by my own primary school student!

"Professor, don't be sad. Your primary school student needs your help with something. Are you free today?"

"Yes, yes, I have these two days off. If you are free, what do you need the teacher to help you with?"

"Yeah, professor, just be free. I'll tell you what kind of help I need from you. I'll have a chat over tea later. After chatting about personal matters, you wouldn't mind giving some guidance to the students on their homework, right?"

Professor Wan Qi saw the pupil's watery eyes shining brightly, and his eyes were particularly clear. He felt like he was being plotted.

Even though he felt something was not quite right, he readily agreed without hesitation: "I wish you all the best. My primary school students are open-minded and eager to learn. I am deeply honored to be able to answer their questions."

Yun smiled so hard that her eyebrows curled up: "Professor, the water hasn't boiled yet, how about you take the time to perform two Taekwondo moves and let your students figure it out first?"

"No problem." The student was eager to learn, and Professor Wanqi, who was eager to teach students and answer their questions as a teacher, was so kind-hearted that he agreed to the primary school student's request.

The small living room in the student dormitory is a bit narrow, but it is no problem to perform one or two moves of Taekwondo. The old professor took off his shoes and placed them in the corner, walked to the gap between the dormitory doors, opened up the formation, and started punching and kicking.

The little classmate who loves martial arts has a pair of beautiful almond-shaped eyes that are as bright as paint. He looks so intently that he doesn't even want to blink. He records all the professor's moves in his mind and throws away his shoes at the same time.

, stretch your arms and kick your legs according to the instructions, and learn it in a proper manner.

The old professor loved students who were eager to learn, and the new pupil was smart and eager to learn. She learned while watching, and she learned well. Her nimble hands and feet when doing boxing and kicking, her cute and dexterous appearance greatly won his favor.

He was so happy that he couldn't stop, and he didn't want to stop, practicing every move.

The old professor is agile and skilled in moves. His fists and feet are whirring, and there is a hint of ferocity. When he dances, he is like a tiger, and the tiger is full of power.

Before he could perform all the tricks, the water in the electric kettle boiled. Yun hurriedly ran to turn on the water. She was afraid of burning out the circuit. Once the wire was broken, she would have to find someone to repair it, which would be too troublesome.

Professor Wanqi took the initiative and practiced a hand. He broke out in a thin sweat. He was in high spirits and happily sat down at the table and chair, waiting for the primary school students' tea.

Yun unplugged the power plug of the electric kettle, washed her hands, and took out the teacup. Because it was used by the Yan family's grandparents last night, it can be used directly after scalding it with hot water. She took the tea set, took the tea leaves, and carried the kettle to the living room.

Make tea.

The tea leaves are made from iron maple buckets. Put two small maple buckets in the tea cup. First brew half a cup of tea and steep it for a few minutes. Add water until it is two-thirds full. After a while, add water to one-fifths and four-quarters of it.
To be continued...