Chapter 184

"It's a coincidence that I know a little about Zhu Youshu. It's passed down from my family." Yehaoxuan smiled.

"Really? Let's see what the teacher has done!"

"Yes, let's see the ancient witchcraft. No, it's zhuyoushu."

The students were immediately excited, with little stars in their eyes. In their eyes, yehaoxuan almost became Altman, almost omnipotent. They had completely forgotten that yehaoxuan was the same age as them, and even younger than his companions.

"Well, because of various relations and restrictions, I can only show you a little trick." Yehaoxuan smiled.

As soon as they heard that yehaoxuan was going to show Zhu Youshu, the students immediately became excited. They sat upright, stretched their necks, and looked at yehaoxuan excitedly.

"I don't know which student can scratch a wound on his hand?" Yehaoxuan asked with a smile.

The students suddenly became quiet. They looked at each other and wondered what yehaoxuan meant.

At this time, a tall boy stood up and said, "teacher, let me come..."

The boy borrowed a fruit knife from the student next to him and went on stage to ask, "teacher, how big is the wound?"

"It doesn't need to be very big, just let everyone see the bleeding." Yehaoxuan smiled.

"OK." The boy nodded and without hesitation scratched heavily on the back of his hand. A three inch wound appeared on the back of his hand. The boy was also stiff. Although there was a wound on his hand, he did not frown. He raised the wound and motioned to the students in the classroom.

The students craned their necks and looked at the bloody wound on the back of the boys' hands. Some timid girls even covered their mouths in horror.

Yehaoxuan stepped back a few steps, a few meters away from the boy. He took a deep breath, then took two fingers in his right hand and drew them in the air.

A touch of invisible brilliance was slowly drawn in the air. Yehaoxuan drank, pointed his hands, and soared into the air. The boy's bleeding wound on the back of his hand immediately stopped bleeding.

The boy even felt a burst of itching on the back of his hand. He didn't feel any pain at all. Yehaoxuan brought a bottle of open spring water to wash away the blood on the back of his hand. To the astonishment of the students, the wound on the back of the boy's hand, which was about three inches long, had disappeared, leaving only a pale pink scar.

After a long time, the classroom burst into thunderous applause. The students clapped their hands excitedly. They didn't even know that their palms were numb. It's amazing. Everything in front of them has gone beyond the scope of their cognition.

At this moment, ye haoxuan almost became the God in their hearts.

Zheng Shuangshuang, who had been listening to ye haoxuan silently, was also dumbfounded. He looked at ye haoxuan inconceivably, which exceeded her understanding of traditional Chinese medicine. She began to be interested in ye haoxuan.

When the bell rang after class, the students in the first classroom said goodbye to yehaoxuan reluctantly. Some of them were anxious to ask when yehaoxuan would come to class next time. They must come to listen to yehaoxuan's class.

It was not easy for ye haoxuan to escape from the group of students. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a charming smile came from behind. "Unexpectedly, you know a lot. Do you know anything about magic?"

When yehaoxuan looked back, he saw Zheng shuangshuangshuang, as beautiful as a fairy, standing behind him with a smile.

"Zheng... Zheng, why are you here?" Yehaoxuan was shocked.

"I was not only here, but also sitting in the classroom listening to you for two lessons." Zheng Shuangshuang laughed.

Yehaoxuan only felt a burst of shame. Is this his teacher? How can he teach her in turn?

"Teacher, I just know a little about it. It makes you laugh." Ye haoxuan smiled.

"That's not superficial. As a teacher, I'm far from you. Why, do you have time today? Go to my house and help me eliminate the root cause of the disease." Zhengshuangshuang said.

"OK, no problem. I'm glad to serve you." Yehaoxuan smiled and bowed.

At this time, a teacher in his thirties hurried over with his teaching plan. When he passed yehaoxuan, he shouted, "are you the teacher ye?"

"I am not a teacher." Yehaoxuan said frankly that he was really not a teacher.

"Don't be modest. In order to attend your class, all the students in my class have left. You have a big face." The teacher sneered.

Yehaoxuan was shocked, and then smiled bitterly. He could understand the teacher's hostility towards him. There were too many students in his class, and not only Hua Lao was teaching traditional Chinese medicine. Most of the students were truant to listen to him.

The teacher was also depressed. Today, the school leader listened to his class. He made preparations for several days and planned to leave a good impression on the leader. Unexpectedly, he played well, but there were only a few students, and the rest did not know where to go. After inquiring, he realized that a young teacher had come to the school, who could know the symptoms of people without feeling his pulse.

With the teacher's sneer, several older professors came over. Their looks were not very good-looking. Obviously, they had the same experience with the teacher.

"Is this Mr. Ye? He is so young. If the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead." A gray haired professor gave a cold snort of disdain.

He usually has a good reputation in the school. The classroom is full at ordinary times, but today there are more than half of the people. He is very puzzled. When he inquires, it turns out that the students have gone to the new teacher's class.

"I'm not a teacher. Today was originally a class for Hua Lao. Hua Lao had something to do, so I took two classes." Yehaoxuan explained.

"You don't have to explain. It's good to be a teacher, but people should be steadfast, rather than flattering the crowd. You can see other people's diseases without looking at their pulse. It's nonsense. If you can do this, is it still necessary for traditional Chinese medicine to look, smell, ask and cut?" A professor said with disdain.

"That is, it's shameful for the Chinese medicine community to attract students by such a flattering way..."

"At such a young age, does he know Chinese medicine? Don't talk nonsense. It will delay the students."

Several old men pushed ye haoxuan aside with one word. Even if ye haoxuan was in a good temper, he could not help getting angry.

But before he could speak, there was a noise from the school ahead, and then a bang, as if something had fallen to the ground, and then countless students ran to the place where the noise was made.

"Something happened." Yehaoxuan did not care to have a general knowledge with the professors, so he hurried to the accident site with zhengshuangshuang.

At the scene of the accident, there were a circle of people on the inner and outer floors. A migrant worker was lying on the ground wailing miserably. Beside them, the gold paint on a tall medical icon had not been painted.