Following her line of sight, Song Chun saw her curiosity and explained, "Teacher Zhou must have gone to apologize to Teacher Wu."
"Huh?" Jiang Tang was stunned for a moment, then he understood what she meant after pondering for a moment, "Apologise for me?"
"Well, it's probably true." After all, the rest of them haven't had time to do anything yet.
Song Chun said: "There are a bunch of gifts in the cabinet in Teacher Zhou's office. They are filled every time the semester starts, and are basically empty by the end of the semester. They are all gifts prepared to apologize to us and give to other teachers."
Zhou Jiangtao is a simple and honest man, but also stubborn and has an extremely good temper.
Otherwise, when everyone was unwilling to take over Class 9 and forced them to him, he did not refuse and wiped their butts like an old lady.
Apologizing has become a daily routine for him.
At this moment, Jiang Tang finally understood why the students in Class 9 had special respect for Zhou Jiangtao.
These days, there are not many people who can treat them so sincerely.
Although it looks a bit silly.
Jiang Tang was helpless. She originally reminded her with good intentions, but she didn't expect that so many troubles would arise. No wonder the fifth master always said that people in their profession should be more cool and help others figure it out. It is up to the other party to listen or not.
Make your own decision, and once their hexagrams are calculated, the task has been completed.
The people at the foot of the mountain are somewhat complicated.
Jiang Tang shook her head, feeling a little irritated by these things. After sitting for a while, she couldn't help but take out her phone and tell He Chen about it.
After saying that, I felt that it was a bit inappropriate to disturb him with such a trivial matter.
Just as I was about to withdraw, I saw a message from the other side.
【If you had it to do over again, would you do it again? 】
Jiang Tang thought for a while and said "meeting" back.
The great master taught her that they should be benevolent as healers.
The sooner the patient is treated, the sooner he will be cured.
So, if she could do it all over again, she would still say it.
【That's fine, as long as you have a clear conscience.】
A clear conscience... Jiang Tang rubbed the copper plate with his fingertips. When he saw these four words, the corners of his lips slowly rose, and the depression between his eyebrows also dissipated a little.
That’s right, it’s good to have a clear conscience.
She did what she was supposed to do. It was up to them to believe it or not, to listen or not.
Everything requires the right time, location, and people, all of which are indispensable.
【Thank you, Mr. He, I understand!】
Seeing the message she sent, he could feel her emotions. He Chen said "Yeah" and then put the phone on the table. The warmth in his eyes instantly dissipated. He looked down, lightly clasped his fingers on the table and said lightly.
:"continue."
The executives below quietly looked at each other, exchanged glances, tried hard to suppress their desire to gossip, and continued to discuss the plan.
After being nudged by him, Jiang Tang's irritability completely dissipated. Anyway, he would know the result in three days, so there was no need to think too much.
However, she is a little impetuous now, and she would be affected by such a trivial matter.
It shouldn't be.
Thinking about it, she took out a copy of "Three Lives Conference" from the drawer and looked at it. The pages were yellowed, and they were bound with thread. They were a little worn. It looked like it had been read countless times.
While reading the book, Jiang Tang's mood settled down.
Peng Le was curious about what she was looking at, so he leaned over and took a look. After just a moment, he felt dizzy.
It was so obscure and difficult to understand for a group of people. She couldn't help but yawn, thinking that if she had insomnia in the future, she could borrow this book from her. It has a great hypnotic effect!
Jiang Tang didn't know what she was thinking, so she read it with relish.
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After class, Teacher Wu returned to the office, and a colleague asked: "Teacher Wu, I heard that you haven't attended class nine for three days?"
Teacher Wu said "Yeah" with a straight face, but he still couldn't hide his anger.
The other teachers looked at it and sighed. This time it was indeed the student from Class 9 who went too far. There was no way he could curse the teacher. It was too rude.
They don't like such teachers either.
Even bystanders like them are like this, let alone Teacher Wu herself. She originally planned to ask the principal to resign as the substitute teacher of Class 9, but the principal was still having a meeting outside and did not come back, so she had to wait. As for the class of Class 9
, they wouldn’t listen anyway, so there was no need to go.
Feeling a little sleepy, she lowered her head and made a cup of coffee. She had classes next period and couldn't wait to let it cool down, so she drank it directly with cold water.
Seeing this scene, a colleague on the side worriedly said: "Teacher Wu, you should pay more attention to your health. You stayed up late last night to grade homework. Staying up late is harmful to your body. I see that you don't look good lately and you are always sleepy.
You still need to go to bed early, relying on coffee to wake you up is not a long-term solution."
Hearing this, Teacher Wu waved his hand nonchalantly, "I'm already in my senior year of high school. I can't afford a break. It's fine. I'm just a little tired. If I sleep a little more during the holidays, I'll be fine."
Even if it was a holiday, she couldn't rest. She still had to make up lessons for her classmates. She didn't charge a fee or make money. She just wanted to improve the students' grades.
The original intention was good, but this would tighten her strings too tightly and put too much pressure on her. She was always afraid that one day she would not be able to hold on anymore.
But she wouldn't listen even if I told her, so my colleague didn't say anything more.
After drinking the coffee, Teacher Wu took the book and left in a hurry. When she was about to reach the door, she suddenly felt a pain in her chest. She staggered and hurriedly held on to the door frame to avoid falling. She reached out and patted her chest twice.
Next, his face turned pale.
"Teacher Wu, are you okay?" Fang Mingzhou happened to pass by and hurriedly helped her.
"It's okay. Maybe I drank too much coffee just now and I have a little palpitations. Let's go, it's time for class."
With that said, she pushed him aside and walked into the classroom first.
"Hand out yesterday's paper first. Let's talk about the questions. For the multiple-choice questions, we will only talk about the last question. Choose..."
Before she could tell the answer, her vision suddenly went dark and she fell down with a "thud".
"teacher!"
"Teacher Wu!"
There were exclamations from below.
Class nine.
Jiang Tang looked at the hexagram displayed on the copper plate and raised her eyebrows slightly.
Someone heard the noise, ran out and looked down, and saw an ambulance coming to take Teacher Wu away.
Seeing this scene, their mouths suddenly opened wide. They subconsciously looked at Jiang Tang and said in disbelief: "You are really right."
They had protected her before, not because they really thought she could speak accurately, but because she was from Class Nine.
Unexpectedly, what she said was actually true.
Moreover, it was exactly three days.
This class was held by Zhou Jiangtao. When he heard the commotion, he also walked out and took a look, with surprise flashing across his face.
"Ginger Tang, you are so awesome!"
Someone couldn't help but say.
"You said before that you diagnosed it through a face-to-face consultation? Then you are a Chinese medicine practitioner?"
Jiang Tang nodded.
"That's amazing!" The classmate looked at her in shock, "Then can you tell what disease she has?"
"Milk rock." Jiang Tang said.
Lactite? What is this? I’ve never heard of it.
Song Chun checked it on her mobile phone and said, "It's breast cancer."
Ruyan is the name in Chinese medicine.
Zhou Jiangtao's work group also exploded, everyone was talking about this matter. When he lowered his head to see the latest news, his eyes widened a bit.
[Teacher Wu’s previous physical examination report just came out with the result, it was breast cancer. The hospital just called. She put her phone on the table and I helped answer it...]
He didn't look at the rest of the words, just stared at these three words, and then looked up at Jiang Tang blankly.
This little girl is actually a Chinese medicine doctor?