"I am your new teacher, my name is Yan Murong." Yan Murong looked at the dozens of students under the podium, grabbed the chalk and wrote his name on the blackboard.
"Good calligraphy." Chen Hanqing was sitting at the back of the classroom. Looking at Yan Murong's vigorous and powerful words with iron and silver hooks, he couldn't help but shout "good" in his heart ----- This boy, no matter from the strength of his hand or the sharpness of his strokes,
From the looks of it, they are all quite accomplished.
The students below were extremely quiet. They were not quiet because of Chen Hanqing's arrival, but they were looking at Yan Murong on the podium in confusion.
Everyone is thinking, is he the new teacher? He seems to be about the same age as himself, how could he be the teacher?
"You don't need to question what I said." Yan Murong looked at the expressions of the group of students below and said in a calm tone. "As the old saying goes, a master is a teacher. To be a teacher, you don't necessarily have to be older to be the best. Outsiders are dishonest.
The cabbage seller in the market is very old, but he can't teach you Chinese medicine."
"Wow!"
As soon as Yan Murong's words came out, everyone burst into laughter. Even Chen Hanqing, who was sitting at the back, also smiled ----- This kid, isn't he talking nonsense? If a cabbage seller can teach Chinese medicine, then Chinese medicine has already emerged.
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"Today, I will teach you the diagnostics of traditional Chinese medicine." Yan Murong said in a deep voice with his hands behind his back.
It wasn't that he wanted to be so serious, it was just that he had never been a teacher and didn't know how to be one, so he copied the old man's expression and tone when he was teaching him medical skills.
"Teacher, I have a question." At this time, a boy wearing glasses sitting in the back raised his hand and looked at Yan Murong and said.
"Tell me." Yan Murong nodded.
"Teacher, although it is said that masters are teachers, if you don't show us what you are capable of, how can we believe that you are capable? Let's all agree." The boy looked at Yan Murong and said. "We are just flowers.
We have to pay to learn, but if the teacher’s quality is not good, then what else are we going to learn?”
"Well, okay." Yan Murong nodded and said. "Don't you want to see what I'm capable of? We'll talk about this later. Sit down first."
"That guy just now - by the way, what's your name?" Yan Murong looked at the boy wearing glasses and asked.
"Wang Xudong."
"Well, just now classmate Wang Xudong asked me a question and wanted me to prove my level. I will do this later, but now, I also want to ask you a question - who can use the simplest words to answer this question?
Tell me, what is TCM diagnostics?"
"I'll do it." Wang Xudong stood up without waiting for others to raise their hands, looked at Yan Murong and said. "According to the theoretical system of traditional Chinese medicine, we study the basic theories, basic knowledge and
The subject of basic skills is called Traditional Chinese Medicine Diagnostics.”
"That's right." Yan Murong nodded, and after letting him sit down, he looked down and said. "Classmate Wang Xudong is right, but what I ask is to explain it in the simplest terms. Who else has anything to say?
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"Teacher, I'll do it." A girl with a twinkling ponytail, sweet appearance and two dimples when she smiled raised her hands and stood up. "Teacher Yan, my name is Zhao Xin." After the girl introduced her name,
Said. "I think diagnostics can be explained by two words: diagnosis - diagnosis, examination and understanding; diagnosis, analysis and judgment."
"It's not bad, but it's not short enough." Yan Murong said with a smile.
Yan Murong's denial once again caused a group of students below to make a fuss - Is the teacher teasing them? Zhao Xin explained it clearly in ten words, could it be shorter?
At this time, Chen Hanqing also tilted his head, thinking about what to use to explain diagnostics.
"Okay, everyone, be quiet for a moment." Yan Murong stopped the commotion below and said with a smile. "Do you think I'm making things difficult for you? It doesn't matter. Now, let me tell you what diagnostics is."
"Diagnostics means forgetting, smelling, asking, and analyzing." Yan Murong said word by word.
"Ha, teacher, is this your explanation?" A male voice below laughed. "We have been studying for three years. Of course we know how to read, listen, ask and understand. Why do you still need to teach us? Come on down."
When the boy said something, quite a few people responded, immediately shouting for Yan Murong to get out.
"Don't worry." Yan Murong said with a smile on his face. "Now, I will start to answer classmate Wang Xudong's questions."
As he spoke, Yan Murong pointed at Wang Xudong and said, "Your face is pale and your eye sockets are sunken and black. It seems that you often stay up late."
"Ah? You know this too?" Wang Xudong said in surprise.
Yan Murong was right. He often stayed up late playing computer games. He didn't go to bed until almost four in the morning every night, and then got up early to go to class in the morning. He was seriously sleep deprived.
"Not only do I know that you often stay up late, but your hands also shake unconsciously. Well, how should I put it, it's a bit like Parkinson's syndrome." Yan Murong said with a smile. "This is a sign of kidney deficiency -
----Don’t stay up late again.”
"Ha ha!"
As soon as Yan Murong finished speaking, many of the students below laughed. Wang Xudong even said that your face turned red and your head almost dropped to the bottom of the table - anyone else would be embarrassed if he was told in public that he had kidney deficiency.
"Oh, and this classmate." Yan Murong looked at a boy sitting in the front row and said. "Although the weather is a little hot now, there is air conditioning in the classroom. You are sweating so much. This is
From the symptoms of hot flashes and night sweats, it seems that your lungs are full of fire."
"Ah?" The boy who was mentioned by Yan Murong was stunned, looked at Yan Murong strangely, and asked in a hoarse voice. "How did you know that my lungs are so hot? Maybe I am sweating because of the heat?"
"I wasn't sure just now, but now I'm sure." Yan Murong smiled. "Your voice is hoarse. I guess there is no phlegm when you cough, right?"
"That's true." the boy said.
"This is the sign of strong lung fire." Yan Murong said. "Drink more water after you go back. Just drinking drinks is not enough. Also, eat more pears, Chinese cabbage, white radish and other foods."
Then, Yan Murong stepped down from the podium and started walking among the students.
"You have too much anger, so you have a lot of smiles on your face."
"And you, like the previous one, don't stay up late."
"You have menstrual cramps."
"You have irregular menstruation."
Along the way, almost all the students paid no attention to Yan Murong.
"What about me? Where about me?" The student who shouted for Yan Murong to go down suddenly became anxious when he saw that Yan Murong didn't look at him.
"Do you really want me to see it?" Yan Murong asked.
"Of course, I don't care whether what you show them is accurate or not, and I don't know if they are sick, so you have to show it to me," the boy said.
"Okay." Yan Murong nodded, walked over, grabbed his wrist, and said after a moment. "Your face is rosy and shiny, but your pulse is weak. Although you tried your best to restrain yourself, your hands are still shaking.
-----You also have kidney deficiency."
"Nonsense." The boy immediately became anxious and looked at Yan Murong and shouted. "I don't stay up late and I don't smoke. How can I have kidney deficiency?"
"Well, you don't stay up late, don't smoke, and your face is relatively rosy, but I advise you to take less Liuwei Dihuang Pills. It is a medicine with three parts poison. You can buy more pork kidneys and take them as food supplements -
---Oh, I forgot to mention it. In the future, try to have sex as little as possible. Two times a week is enough. If you do this four or five times a week, no matter how strong your kidneys are, you won't be able to bear it. Haven't you heard? You're just tired.
There is nothing worse than a dead cow."
"Hahaha!"
After listening to Yan Murong's words and looking at the boy's face, he knew that Yan Murong was right, and he suddenly burst into laughter.
The boy looked ugly. Before he could speak, Yan Murong said, "Also, from the way you were sitting just now, you still have hemorrhoids."
"Bang!"
The unlucky kid couldn't stand it anymore. He rolled his eyes and got under the table.