Su Xishu called Fang Han when he left the classroom.

"Sir Su Xishui, is there anything wrong?" Fang Han asked.

"Of course there is something wrong. Teacher Fang, why didn't you come to school today?" Su Xishui said seriously.

"I've been fired by the school, why are you still going to the school?" Fang Han said with a wry smile.[

"But, we're all here."

"You are students, so it is natural to go to class. No matter who teaches you this course, you will go to class." Fang Han said.

"We are going to listen to your lecture." Su Xishui said angrily.

Fang Han was silent. The student's persistence was beyond his expectations.

"You didn't come. The one who came was Teacher Zhu who taught "Selected Readings of the Inner Canon". He said that students who didn't want to listen to his lectures could go out. As a result, we all got out. Li Guang's leg broke his bones yesterday and was carried by two boys to escape. He giggled, I'm so giggling." After speaking, Su Xishui giggled on the other side of the phone.

"Oh. There is no need for you to do this. You are students. No matter who teaches you, as long as you can learn something, it will be done." Fang Han sighed.

"Teacher, don't persuade us. We are all adults and know what we are doing. When you didn't come, we called Teacher Zhu "Mama Zhu" and called the class he taught "Mama Zhu's Lullaby". Some people went to his class to sleep in order to make him hypnotize himself. What can such a teacher teach us?"

"What do you say about the school?"

"School? I care what he said. We will go to class whenever we invite you back."

"Su Xishui, don't take everyone to skip classes." Fang Han said sternly. He was worried that the strike was planned by Su Xishui, and he knew very well the influence of this girl among the students.

"Fang Han, don't leave everyone and run away." Su Xishui also said stubbornly. "We are waiting for you to come back. Goodbye."

Without giving Fang Han a chance to speak, the phone has already hung up.

The dean's office was filled with smoke. In order to maintain his image, President Zhang took the initiative to ask Teacher Zhu for a Yellow Crane Tower today.

"Director Zhang, I think there is not enough quota for one person to dismiss the withdrawal. At least a dozen." Teacher Zhu said while sniffing smoke rings. It seemed that this would make his heart feel exhausted.

"A dozen or so isn't enough? It's worth forty or fifty." President Zhang said with a gloomy face.

Teacher Zhu sat up from the sofa with a shiver and said, "Dean, this is not allowed. This is a responsibility."

"Nonsense. Of course I know I have to take responsibility. What is the difference between persuading more than a dozen people to withdraw from? I don't have to take responsibility for it all?" President Zhang said angrily. This old Zhu is really brainless. He can't even hear what he said.

Seeing Dean Zhang getting angry, Teacher Zhu became a little more humble and said, "What should I do now? Those students don't want to listen to me. I can't continue to teach you. You can only ask for a clever one."

"I'm going to teach them myself. I don't believe that this group of students has three heads and six arms." Dean Zhang said, pressing the cigarette butt that had sucked two puffs into the ashtray.

Teacher Zhu was expelled by the students, which put a lot of pressure on Dean Zhang. He knew that if he couldn't handle it, then no one else had to call to ask for love, and he had to find a way to invite Fang Han back.

Otherwise, there would be no way to explain to the school. He could fire Fang Han because he did not have a teacher qualification certificate, and Li Yonggang could also use incompetent excuses to adjust his management division of labor.

You know, Li Yonggang has been busy with Fang Han’s affairs these two days. It is said that he went to the old principal’s house to plead with him, and the two of them had a very unhappy relationship.

Dean Zhang stopped teaching classes for a long time and occasionally went to teach a political and ideological course to the whole grade.

This time, Dean Zhang decided to teach the course "Traditional Medicine Diagnosis" in person. He wanted to give the students some prestige and oppress their arrogance and rebellious thoughts. Otherwise, if their momentum increases, things will become increasingly difficult to deal with.

When Dean Zhang came to the classroom of Class 722, what unexpectedly happened was that there were nearly a hundred people sitting in the classroom, which was far higher than the number of people in his hand.

This made Dean Zhang want to call the name so that he could give them a plan to make a name first. He couldn't recognize every face of these students. Even if one of them occasionally didn't come, other students would help answer the questions.

"Strange, this is somewhat inconsistent with what Teacher Zhu said. Didn't he say that the students were very excited and unwilling to listen to the class? Now it seems that they are very calm." Dean Zhang walked up to the podium with a puzzled look on his face.

Could it be that they already knew in advance that they were coming to teach?

Thinking of this possibility, Dean Zhang felt an extremely strong sense of satisfaction in his heart.

"Classmates, I am Zhang Renhuai." Dean Zhang stood on the podium with a spring breeze on his face and introduced himself.

"It's the dean. We know each other." Su Xishui pulled off the earphones from her ears and said with a pout.

She didn't expect that Dean Zhang would come here in person, and the struggle in the future would become more and more difficult.

However, for Fang Han, they must persevere. No matter whether they send the dean or the principal.

Dean Zhang looked at the girls in the first row of the seats and felt a moment of surprise. He said with a smile: "This female classmate is wrong. Since I walked into this classroom, it means that I am your teacher. My responsibility is to let you learn something that is really useful. As for the dean's reputation, everyone can forget it. If you want, you can call me Teacher Zhang. If you are not happy, you can also call me Lao Zhang directly. I know, you call me that this is what you call me below."

I have to say that Dean Zhang is very good at doing student work. He brought his students closer together with just one sentence. Telling the interesting story of the student calling him "Lao Zhang" behind his back, and self-destructing his family's shame makes people feel close to him.

Unfortunately, this time he was facing the group of freaks from Class 722.

"Old Zhang, please invite Teacher Fang Han back. We will listen to his class." Su Xishui said carelessly.

Haven’t you been mean to be a slut by someone who calls you ‘Lao Zhang’? I’ll satisfy you.

Dean Zhang's face froze and he almost couldn't help but get angry.

Except for a few leaders in the school or chairs of other departments of the same level as him, who dares to call Lao Zhang in front of him?

What makes people vomit even more bloody is that now I am a student from the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine and my own student.[

Modesty. That's just your own humility.

Do these students have IQ? Ah, can’t even understand what they are modest?

Dean Zhang had the urge to slam the table and leave. He could finally understand why Lao Zhu ran to him with a dark face and complained.

Now, he wants to find a 36d-d big breast to cry.

Dean Zhang's face changed rapidly, from black to purple, from purple to red, and from red to normal.

"Haha, I think my classmates don't understand the situation yet. Teacher Fang Han was criticized by the above name because he did not have a teacher qualification certificate. Even I was verbally warned. Alas, Xiao Fang is a good teacher, and I like him very much. I feel very reluctant to fire him."

President Zhang glanced at the audience with a smile and said, "But fortunately he is still young and has great potential for development. After he graduated from graduate school, he will take the teacher qualification certificate. Our School of Traditional Chinese Medicine welcomes him back at any time..."

"Before Fang Han comes back, all you have to do is study with peace of mind. Don't let your Master Fang down."

"Old Zhang, we think Teacher Fang Han teaches it well?"

"Old Zhang, please bring our Teacher Fang back. We all invite you to have a drink of flower wine."

Bang!

Dean Zhang grabbed the board rubbing and smashed it hard on the podium, shouting with a gloomy face: "It's so presumptuous. Are you a little student? Are you still a student? Is it easy for your family to send you to study? Do I want someone to invite all your parents? Or do I want me to drive you out?"

The head of the First Hospital suddenly became angry and was quite majestic. The students looked at each other, and no one dared to stand up and confront him at this time.

"Director Zhang, we just want a good teacher. Is it too much for us to make such a request to the school? I don't think other people are better than Teacher Fang Han."

Su Xishui would not give him face. Even if the other party was angry, she would argue with reason and not give in at all.

"I will always be the course for you before I find a suitable teacher in "Traditional Medicine Diagnosis" for you. I will do my best and ask my classmates to have confidence in me."

Su Xishui's eyes rolled and said, "The Diagnostic Chinese Medicine has extremely high practical requirements. Otherwise, we will ask three questions. If Dean Zhang can answer them all, we will no longer ask Teacher Qin to come back. What do you think? We are unwilling to accept a mediocre teacher to mislead us."

"It must be from the textbook "Traditional Chinese Medicine Diagnosis"." said Dean Zhang.

"Of course." Su Xishui nodded.

"Okay. You guys come and ask questions." Dean Zhang said. Although he has not been in charge of classes for many years, with his many years of teaching experience and understanding of the subject, it is not necessarily difficult for these students to find questions.

Will a skilled doctor be stumped by the patient's problems? This is an extremely small rate.

"Director Zhang, you can recite "Song of Soup" again." Su Xishui said.

"Song of Soup?" Dean Zhang looked surprised. Who would have foolishly ran to memorize these things? He had read them many times before, but he had forgotten them all.

"What? Can't Dean Zhang recite it?"

"I really don't care about such basic things. I personally pay more attention to students' practice. I don't think there is any need to memorize these theoretical knowledge by rote. Just understand it." Dean Zhang smiled awkwardly. The muscles on his face were almost cramped.

Su Xishui turned around and snapped his fingers, and said, "Prepare to get up."

Sijunzi Decoction Zhonghe Yishen Shuo Poria Poria Licorice

It is better to use the name of Liujun, the Liujun, to eliminate phlegm and replenish qi and yang deficiency bait

Remove the unique skills of Pinellia qi or add fragrant sand to stomach cold-stomach--

The whole class recited the obscure "Song Tomatoes" in unison, with a loud and catchy voice.

What's even more rare is that even those students who were listening to the audience asked Fang Han to recite the song before leaving, they spent their time memorizing it.

After memorizing, the whole class was silent.

They sat quietly, with a solemn and solemn expression.

"Stand up." Su Xishui shouted.

Wow!

All the students stood up, straightened their bodies and focused their eyes on Zhang Renhuai on the podium.

Zhang Renhuai couldn't help but take a step back. What do these students want to do?

"bow."

Swish!

All the students bowed ninety degrees, and the object of the bow was Zhang Renhuai with a fear expression on his face.

Su Xishui raised his head and said in a deep voice: "Dean Zhang, you cannot understand the meaning that Teacher Fang Han represents to us. A good brother, a trustworthy friend, a genius teacher. We believe that as long as Teacher Qin is willing to teach us, we can become the best traditional Chinese medicine doctor."

"Director Zhang. Please return Fang Han to us." Su Xishui said.

"Please return Teacher Fang Han to us." The whole class said.

Zhang Renhuai looked at the serious and persistent young faces of the students, sighed softly, and spoke silently down the podium.
Chapter completed!