As soon as Fan Qiangqiang opened his eyes, he saw a bunch of people in front of him, both men and women, all young people in their twenties.
"Professor Xu is awake! Professor Xu is awake!"
These young men and women were beaming with joy and shouted one after another.
It turns out that this uncle is now Professor Xu. As soon as Fan Qiangqiang moved his body, he was immediately held down by the two male students beside him.
"Professor Xu, please don't move. You have just woken up. Wait until the doctor comes to check."
As soon as Fan Qianqiang moved, he immediately felt weak in his body, and he was weaker than he had ever been before.
Fan Jianqiang was secretly surprised and immediately realized that he was no longer in the same body as before. A fifty-year-old ordinary person would naturally be weak.
At this time, some memories appeared in his mind, and these memories were rapidly increasing and gradually becoming richer.
This Professor Xu, whose name is Xu Xinghao, is not too high in this university. He is an associate professor. He has been engaged in education all his life. From young to now, he has never stopped. He studies history, literature, philosophy, and teaches.
It was also these who were very knowledgeable and complex. When Fan Jianqiang read his memory, he secretly admired him.
Xu Xinghao got married at the age of twenty-six and gave birth to a daughter named Xu Wei at the age of twenty-eight.
His wife Tian Lu was four years younger than him, but she died in a car accident five years ago.
After more than ten years of marriage, the loss of his wife in middle age was a huge blow to Xu Xinghao. Fan Qiangqiang could feel that when he read this memory about his deceased wife, it was like opening up a scar that had not yet healed.
Just as painful.
This Xu Xinghao turned out to be an affectionate man.
Looking around, Fan Qianqiang smiled at the round-faced boy on the hospital bed and said, "Monitor, I'm fine, let me get up."
The round-faced boy shook his head and said: "Professor Xu, you fainted on the podium. The doctor just said that you had high blood pressure and long-term fatigue. They said that you were caused by lack of rest..."
Fan Jianqiang saw the sincere expressions of these students. Although it was not directed at him, he was also pleased for Xu Xinghao.
"Okay, then I'll just lie down for a while. What about you? Do you plan to stay with me and take the opportunity to skip class?"
All the students laughed.
A group of lovely young people.
A doctor of medium height walked over with a smile, and the students gave way.
"Old Xu, I really envy you to have so many good students who care about you."
This doctor is also about fifty years old, similar to Xu Xinghao's age.
Fan Jianqiang's information suddenly appeared in his memory.
Director Lin from the University Hospital has a good relationship with Xu Xinghao.
"Old Lin, I also envy you for having a group of young and beautiful nurses."
Director Lin and the students were all amused by Fan Jianqiang's humor.
Director Lin pretended to be angry: "You're so poor just after you woke up. It seems like I won't be able to let you out of the hospital!"
"I feel very good now. I just had a good sleep."
Director Lin held the stethoscope and listened to Fan Jianqiang's chest for a while, then looked at Fan Jianqiang's complexion, with a surprised expression, and nodded: "You can indeed be discharged from the hospital at any time, but you still need to pay more attention to rest.
Age is not forgiving, you are already fifty this year, so you should pay attention to your health."
"Well, I'm fine now, I'll pay attention."
Fan Jianqiang turned his head to look at the students around him and sat up from the hospital bed.
Director Lin saw that he was getting up too quickly and said hurriedly: "Slow down when you get up. Don't be too fast. Be careful of dizziness."
"Haha, don't worry, I'm still so weak. I've always been in good health."
Fan Jianqiang glanced at the clock on the wall, it read half past ten.
"Let's go back to class. Don't be lazy."
Director Lin said in surprise: "Are you still in class? I will ask the principal for a few days off. Once you go back and rest, it won't be too late to go back to class."
Please take some time off, my time is precious, wasting time is a waste of life!
"There's no need to ask for leave. I'm bouncing around now, and I'm healthier than these little brats." Then, Fan Jianqiang jumped twice to show that he was full of energy.
The students immediately shouted: "Professor Xu is so powerful!"
Director Lin laughed dumbly: "This old Xu is still like a child."
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The hospital is located in the university and is also a hospital dedicated to faculty and students.
Surrounded by students, Fan Jianqiang walked quickly.
Xu Xinghao had two classes to teach and one class to attend, so Fan Qianqiang naturally had to rush over to attend class.
The students were amazed when they saw him walking as fast as flying.
The longer Fan Jianqiang takes to replace Xu Xinghao, the younger his body becomes and he will naturally be more energetic.
"You guys walk faster." Fan Jianqiang turned around and waved to the students who were lagging behind.
The students looked at each other.
A girl murmured: "What's wrong with Professor Xu? It looks like he received chicken blood."
…
As soon as Fan Jianqiang entered the classroom, he realized that he did not bring any teaching materials.
The students were in the classroom, as if they were having a meeting at the market, and it was noisy. As soon as Fan Qiangqiang appeared in the classroom, the students were all stunned.
A student asked in surprise: "Professor Xu, we were just discussing going to the hospital to see you. How did you..."
Fan Qiangqiang walked to the podium with a smile and said: "Actually, I ran away from the hospital. They asked me to rest for a year. I was worried that you little guys would make a big fuss without me watching, so I had to sneak out.
Now, let me test you, what is the topic of our class today?"
One student shouted: "Today's topic is the influence of Confucianism on China."
Fan Jianqiang's memory about this topic from Xu Xinghao suddenly appeared in his mind.
Fan Jianqiang was about to start his lecture when a girl asked: "Professor Xu, you fainted in class today. Do you want to go home and take a rest?"
Fan Jianqiang looked at the girl. She was a very beautiful girl with a healthy blush on her cheeks. This girl's name was Ye Ying, and she was also the school beauty of this well-known university in the capital.
Couldn't the collection target be her? Rules, rules, why don't you give me some hints!
Fan Jianqiang smiled: "With your concern, I am full of strength. Why do I need to rest? Don't you believe it? If you don't believe it, I will do hundreds of palm presses to show you?"
The students were amused by him.
Fan Jianqiang began to lecture, and according to Xu Xinghao's memory, he was eloquent.
After speaking for about ten minutes, the principal appeared at the door of the classroom. Seeing that Fan Jianqiang seemed to be in good condition, he couldn't help but wonder, and waved to Fan Jianqiang, motioning for him to go out.
Fan Jianqiang smiled and said to the students: "The principal is here, probably to visit me. If the principal brings a fruit basket, I will treat you to it later."
The students laughed.
"Well, now you close your eyes and reflect on the philosophies of life I just told you. Maybe it will inspire you to get married and have children in the future."
Fan Jianqiang walked out of the classroom amidst the laughter of the students.
The principal saw that Fan Qiang was in good spirits and was extremely surprised.
"Old Xu, have you really fainted during class?"
"Director Lin checked me personally and it's fine. Thank you principal for your concern."
The principal said: "It's fine as long as it's okay, but, Lao Xu, don't force it. If you feel uncomfortable, don't hold on. Your body is the capital of revolution."
"I know, principal, I am still young, and it will be long before the school gives me a pension."
The principal couldn't help laughing: "Old Xu, you're talking nonsense, that's it. You look good, so I'm relieved. I'll go back to my office after class. I'll talk to you about something."
Fan Jianqiang returned to the classroom and continued teaching.
While Fan Jianqiang was in class, he had a leftist opinion with Xu Xinghao's ideas.
Confucian thought has been throughout many dynasties in China for more than a thousand years. It has been like this in every dynasty. It is an idea that facilitates rulers to rule the common people, and it is also an idea that imprisons and enslaves the ruled.
The more Fan Qianqiang read Xu Xinghao's information, the more impatient he became.
He looked around, exuding an impassioned aura, and said loudly: "In the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, hundreds of schools of thought contended, and various ideas reached their peak. Qin Shi Huang only respected Legalism and governed the country by law. Later, the Han Dynasty respected Confucianism. We Chinese people have since
From ancient times to the Ming Dynasty, it was the most powerful country in the world! Our technology is the world’s largest.
First, we Chinese people are respected wherever we go, but what is the situation now? You are all college students, and you all know about history. What I want to say is that no matter what kind of thought, all
They serve the rulers. We should look at those ideas that enslave the people with a critical concept and learn lessons from them."
"The prosperity of a nation does not rely on a certain kind of thought, but a kind of spirit and a kind of soul. When the country is strong, the people are strong. On the other hand, when the people are strong, the country is strong. We Chinese people can have it for thousands of years.
glorious history, why can’t we do it now? That’s because we now lack a spirit, a kind of
The soul of the nation, we cannot ask every Chinese to understand this, and we may not even be able to do it ourselves. But from this moment on, starting from ourselves, we will fight and work hard for the soul of a strong country. We do not ask for the ability to do so.
It affects other people, but at least I have such a heart..."
Fan Jianqiang suddenly realized that he seemed to have gone too far. What had become of an ordinary discussion class on Confucianism?
Fan Jianqiang turned around and said: "It's off topic, it doesn't matter, we can all discuss it together. I am just throwing ideas out there, and you are the proud sons of the new era. Now, you can speak freely, debate or quarrel, then
,bring it on."
In the classroom, a lively discussion began.
Until the bell rang for the end of get out of class, the students were still unfinished and refused to leave the get out of class. Fan Jianqiang clapped his hands to signal a pause and said with a smile: "I have a suggestion. If you are interested, you can stay and continue. For lunch, the teacher will invite you ! A few people volunteer to buy food, coke and other things. Just buy them, but don’t save me any money."
The students cheered like a landslide and a tsunami, causing students from other classes passing by the classroom after class to think something had happened here.
The Life Committee and the Study Committee brought several classmates and took one of Fan Jianqiang's bank cards. Fan Jianqiang said: "Let's rearrange these desks first and make them into a U shape. Everyone can choose their seats freely.
You can sit on a chair or a table, it's up to you. We'll discuss the next topic while eating later."
The students started arranging the desks and chairs in a hurry. Some of them were sensible and gave Fan Qianqiang a golden voice.
"Do you think our current education system is any different from the education systems in countries like the United States and the United Kingdom? Also, what are the advantages and disadvantages of our country's system compared with the systems of Western countries... Of course
, everyone can also discuss You Who Came from the Star and Kim Soo Hyun, discuss current affairs, or discuss the food in the school cafeteria, the length of girls’ skirts... It’s all okay. Let’s talk about whatever we have today, and speak freely.”
While speaking, Fan Jianqiang's eyes inadvertently glanced at Yeying, the class flower of his class. This beautiful girl held her chin in her hand and looked at him with bright eyes.