City Qimen Medical Saint (Strange Doctor Hand)

"Coincidentally, I know a little Zhu Youshu, which has been passed down from my family." Ye Haoxuan laughed.

"Really? Then teacher, show us something!"

"Yeah, let's see the ancient witchcraft, no, it's Zhu Youshu."

The students immediately became excited, there were little stars in their eyes, Ye Haoxuan was almost an Ultraman in their eyes, almost omnipotent, they had completely forgotten that Ye Haoxuan was about the same age as them, even older than the people in his company Even smaller.

"Okay, because of various relationships and restrictions, I can only show you a little trick." Ye Haoxuan laughed.

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

"I don't know which classmate can bear the pain to cut a wound on his own hand?" Ye Haoxuan asked with a smile.

The students fell silent all of a sudden, they looked at each other, not knowing what Ye Haoxuan meant.

At this moment, a tall boy stood up and said, "Teacher, let me come..."

The boy borrowed a fruit knife from the classmate next to him and went up to the stage to ask, "Teacher, how big is the wound?"

"It doesn't need to be very big, it's enough for everyone to see the bleeding." Ye Haoxuan laughed.

"Okay." The boy nodded, and without hesitation he scratched the back of his hand heavily. A wound of about three inches appeared on the back of his hand. Without wrinkling, he raised the wound to signal to the classmates in the classroom.

The students stretched their necks and looked at the bloody wound on the back of the boy's hand. Some timid girls even covered their mouths in horror.

Ye Haoxuan took a few steps back, a few meters away from the boy, he took a deep breath, then raised his middle fingers with his right hand, and began to draw in the sky.

A brilliance invisible to the naked eye was slowly drawn in mid-air, Ye Haoxuan gave a clear cry, moved his fingers, and raised a little in the air, the bleeding from the wound on the back of the boy's hand immediately stopped bleeding.

The boy even felt an itch on the back of his hand, but he didn't feel any pain at all. Ye Haoxuan brought a bottle of Kuangquan water to wash away the blood on the back of his hand. What stunned the students was that the back of the boy's hand was originally about three inches long. The wound on her face has now disappeared, leaving only a pale pink scar.

After a long time, there was a burst of thunderous applause in the classroom. All the students clapped their hands excitedly. They didn't even know that their palms were numb. It was amazing. Everything in front of them was beyond their perception.

At this moment, Ye Haoxuan almost became a god in their hearts.

Zheng Shuangshuang, who had been silently listening to Ye Haoxuan's lecture in the audience, was also dumbfounded, looking at Ye Haoxuan in disbelief. This has already exceeded her understanding of Chinese medicine, and she began to be interested in Ye Haoxuan.

After the bell for the end of get out of class rang, the students in a classroom reluctantly said goodbye to Ye Haoxuan, and some anxiously asked when Ye Haoxuan would come to class next time, and they would definitely come to listen to Ye Haoxuan's class.

It was not easy for Ye Haoxuan to escape from this group of students. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a delicate smile came from behind him, "I didn't expect that you know a lot, you know the art of God?"

Ye Haoxuan looked back, but saw Zheng Shuangshuang, who was as beautiful as a fairy coming to the world, standing behind him with a smile.

"Zheng... Teacher Zheng, why are you here?" Ye Haoxuan was taken aback.

"Not only am I here, but I also sat in the classroom and listened to your two classes." Zheng Shuangshuang smiled.

Ye Haoxuan felt ashamed for a while, this is his teacher, okay, why did he teach her the other way around?

"Teacher, I only know a little superficially, and you're laughing at me." Ye Haoxuan smiled shyly.

"That's not superficial. My teacher is far worse than you. Why, do you have time today? Come to my house and help me get rid of the disease by the way." Zheng Shuangshuang said.

"Okay, no problem, I'm happy to serve you." Ye Haoxuan bowed with a smile.

At this time, a teacher in his thirties hurried over with a lesson plan in his hands, and when he passed by Ye Haoxuan, he shouted, "Are you that Teacher Ye?"

"I'm not a teacher." Ye Haoxuan said frankly, he was indeed not a teacher.

"Don't be humble. To attend your class, all the students in my class are gone. You have a lot of face." The teacher said with a sneer.

Ye Haoxuan was startled, and then smiled wryly. He could understand the teacher's hostility towards him. There were too many students in his class, and Mr. Hua was not the only one who taught Chinese medicine. Most of the students were absent from class to attend his class. of.

And the teacher was quite depressed. Today the school leader listened to his class. He made preparations for a few days, intending to leave a good impression on the leader. Unexpectedly, he played well, but there were only a few students. I didn't know where I went, but after inquiring, I found out that there was a young teacher in the school, who could know the location of a person's illness without taking a pulse.

Following the teacher's sneer, several older professors came over. Their expressions were not very good-looking, and they obviously had the same experience as the teacher.

"This is Teacher Ye? You're so young. It really is the waves of the Yangtze River pushing forward." A gray-haired professor snorted coldly with some disdain.

He usually has a good prestige in the school, and the classrooms are usually full, but today there are more than half of the people. He was very puzzled. When he asked, it turned out that the students all went to the new teacher's class. .

"I'm not a teacher. Today was originally Hua Lao's class. It happened that Hua Lao had something to do, so I took two lessons." Ye Haoxuan explained.

"You don't need to explain, it's good to be a teacher, but people have to be down-to-earth, not grandstanding, saying that you can see other people's illnesses without taking the pulse, it's all nonsense. Ask, is Che still necessary?" A professor said disdainfully.

"That's right, it's really shameless in the Chinese medicine community to attract students with this kind of grandstanding..."

"So young, does he understand Chinese medicine? Don't talk nonsense and delay the students."

A few old men pushed Ye Haoxuan away with each other, and Ye Haoxuan couldn't help getting angry even if he was in a good temper.

But before he could speak, there was a sound from the school in front of him, and then a bang, as if something had fallen to the ground, and then countless students ran towards the place where the sound came from.

"Something went wrong." Ye Haoxuan hurriedly ran to the accident site together with Zheng Shuangshuang, regardless of his common knowledge with those professors.

At the scene where the accident happened, there were people surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside. A migrant worker was lying on the ground crying miserably. Beside them, the golden paint on the body of a tall medical icon had not been finished. .