Cultivation of true medicine and saints in the city

Chapter 124 School of Traditional Chinese Medicine
"In this case, it seems that this car should be driven as little as possible in the future."

After a little thought, Zhao Yifan guessed the number plate of this car, which must not be easy.

Liu Xiaotong pointed to the road, and soon came to a community.

This neighborhood is not bad, and the security guards are more dedicated. When they saw the car number plate with the words Beijing on it, they asked Zhao Yifan specifically before letting Zhao Yifan in.

Inside the complex is a mix of elevator buildings and independent small second floors. Zhao Yifan stopped in front of a small second floor.

I walked in with the key and slipped around. It is well-decorated. The total of upstairs and downstairs is nearly [-] square meters. You can move in directly with your bags. There is also an independent garage in the yard, which is convenient for parking.

"Senior Zhao, what do you think, are you satisfied?"

After walking around the house with Zhao Yifan, Liu Xiaotong said politely: "If you are not satisfied, I can change another house for you."

"Okay, I think it's fine."

Zhao Yifan smiled. He looked casually into the distance, and his eyes lit up. He pointed to a teaching building a few kilometers away, and said, "Is that the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine?"

"Yes."

Liu Xiaotong nodded and said with a smile: "This is considered a school district room. I thought you might prefer quiet, so I came here to arrange a room for you."

"I said Director Liu, you must have heard that I plan to become a teacher at the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine, so you specially arranged for me to come here?"

Zhao Yifan said half-jokingly and half-seriously.

Shocked, Liu Xiaotong quickly shook his head and explained, "Senior Zhao, I really don't know about your plan to go to the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine."

"Hehe, I was joking."

Seeing his nervous appearance, Zhao Yifan laughed dumbfounded, and said, "By the way, Director Liu, if there is no accident, I will start teaching in the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine in a few days, so don't make short calls, seniors." If others hear it and doubt it, you can call me Mr. Zhao."

"Yes, Zhao Qian... Teacher Zhao."

Liu Xiaotong quickly responded.

The two chatted for a while, and Liu Xiaotong left. After thinking about it, Zhao Yifan locked his special car in the garage, turned around and walked out of the community, and walked towards the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

He planned to come to the school in advance, lest when he came, his eyes were darkened and he didn't even know the way.

As the Huaxia Kingdom has paid more and more attention to cultural heritage in recent years, the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine has also followed suit. In recent years, the number of students applying to study Chinese Medicine has obviously increased compared to previous years.

Right now, the winter vacation is not over yet, and there are only a few students in the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine walking around the campus.

Zhao Yifan's age looks about the same as that of a college student, so he is not very conspicuous when walking on campus.

There are artificial lakes, gazebos, fountains and other artificial landscapes in the school, which look very good. The tall teaching buildings have the school motto of "diligence, studious, research, and hard work". Trees are planted on both sides of the road, and the greening is very good.

"Working here is also a pleasant thing."

Zhao Yifan was walking while thinking, and it seemed that his decision was not wrong. Seeing the youthful aura emanating from the students, Zhao Yifan felt as if he was much younger.

"However, I don't seem to be old, do I?"

Zhao Yifan couldn't help but laugh.

Not far away, a cleaner in his 50s didn't notice that four or five students happened to pass by, swung his broom, took a step back, and happened to bump into a student, and the two fell to the ground, with Another student next to him staggered a few steps and almost fell.

"...What's the matter with you?"

The student who almost fell down stared at the cleaner with dissatisfaction, "Don't you look at people while you're working?"

"Ouch... my waist."

The cleaner was lying on the ground, clutching his waist, his face turned pale.

"Grandpa, are you okay?"

The student who was knocked down, clutching his arms, stood up from the ground, saw the appearance of the old cleaner, squatted down quickly, and asked cautiously: "Do you have severe back pain?"

"Brother Zhu Zhigang, be careful, I think he did it on purpose."

The previous student snorted and said, "Maybe, he deliberately blackmailed people. These days, who would dare to help an old man? You don't care about him, I bet he will stand up by himself in a while."

Known as Zhu Zhigang's student, he hesitated for a moment.

Zhao Yifan squinted his eyes and took a closer look at him, only to realize that he was at least in his 30s, and probably a graduate student who came to the school for advanced studies.

Zhao Yifan stopped and stood where he was. He wanted to see what the students of the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine would do when they encountered such a thing.

"Junior Brother Zhang Hanxin, I don't think he did it on purpose."

Zhu Zhigang saw the old man's pale face, full of pain, shook his head and said: "The old man is getting old, the calcium in his bones has been lost, and his bones are brittle. If he can't do it well, he will really lose his waist." Go help the old man.

"Brother Zhu Zhigang, wait a moment."

Zhang Hanxin quickly took out his mobile phone from his pocket, turned on the recording function, and said with a smile, "I'll record a video for you to prove that you helped him up, so as not to make it unclear later... By the way, you have to let him talk first, He hit you, so we can make it clear when the time comes."

Zhu Zhigang frowned, then let go, shook his head and said, "Forget it, you don't need to make such a fuss." Using both hands, he slowly lifted the old man up from the ground. Seeing him clutching his waist, Zhu Zhigang said with concern: " Grandpa, where does your waist hurt? I'm a doctor, let me take a look for you?"

The old man hesitated for a moment, let go of his hand, and said, "It hurts here."

"Hey, cleaner, tell me first, did you knock us down?"

Zhang Hanxin, who was next to him, walked up to the old man with his mobile phone, pointed the camera at him, and said, "We kindly helped you up, so please don't blackmail anyone."

With a bit of anger on his face, the old man pointed at Zhang Hanxin, his mouth trembled, and he said angrily: "You student, do you know how to respect the old and love the young? If I want to blackmail you, will I stand up from the ground? "

"Not necessarily."

Zhang Hanxin snorted, curled his lips, and said, "For uneducated poor people like you, if you roll your eyes, it's a ghost idea. Who can guarantee that you won't blackmail people when you stand up?"

"That's it, Junior Brother Zhang."

Zhu Zhigang couldn't listen anymore. Although he knew that Zhang Hanxin was speaking for himself, but what he said was too harsh. Seeing the old man's trembling body, he said to Zhang Hanxin: "You go to eat first, I will help you Take a look, old man, I'll look for you in a while."

"Don't worry about Brother Zhu Zhigang, this old man hasn't made it clear who knocked who down."

Zhang Hanxin nodded, and said to the old man with his mobile phone: "Old man, tell me quickly, did you knock us down? Let me tell you, if you want to blackmail us, there are several of us and there are witnesses. Be careful when the time comes You don't even have this job." He threatened the old man.

The angry old man changed his expression when he heard Zhang Hanxin's words, hesitated for a moment, and said in a swallowed voice: "Students, I knocked you down, okay?"

"That's right."

Zhang Hanxin put away his phone triumphantly, "If I had said earlier, I would be fine? Brother Zhu Zhigang, you can see him later. Old man, fortunately, you knocked us down. If it were someone else, who would be kind enough to help you treat the disease?" Ah, really."

He greeted the two students beside him, and the three left talking and laughing.

Zhu Zhigang supported the old man, walked to a chair beside him, let the old man sit down, put his hands on his waist, and rubbed it for a while, the old man said: "Thank you, I don't feel any pain now."

Zhu Zhigang withdrew his hand when he heard the words, thought for a while, took out 500 yuan from his pocket, stuffed it into the old man's hand, and said, "Grandpa, you can accept this money. If you are not at ease, you can go to the hospital for an examination later, and take a picture." Take a look at the film, and buy some nutritional supplements with the remaining money to replenish your body."

"No, no, no."

The old man quickly shied away, shook his head and said, "How can I ask for your money? Isn't this really blackmail?"

"Grandpa, just accept it."

Zhu Zhigang stuffed the money into the old man's pocket involuntarily, and said with a smile, "I have something to do and I'm leaving first."

"This……"

The old man was helpless and said, "Thank you."

"Grandpa, work slowly in the future, and pay more attention when you get older. Many old people break their bones after falling."

Zhu Zhigang confessed a few more words before turning around and leaving.

Zhao Yifan on the side witnessed this scene, shook his head, and thought to himself, although there are news about old people falling down and blackmailing people from time to time, the reason why news is news is that it is reported as news because it is relatively rare.

If every elderly person falls and blackmails someone, it will become a social norm, not news.

Although there are such things, they are rare after all. Moreover, as a medical student, one must have the medical ethics of a doctor's parents. Let the old man prove his innocence first. The morality of such a student is really open to question.

Zhao Yifan turned around and walked out, when the phone rang, it was Yiyi calling.

"Brother Fan, what are you doing?"

Yiyi's voice seemed to be much softer than before.

"It's okay, let's take a walk outside." Zhao Yifan said casually, "When are you coming back?"

"Hee hee, what's the matter, you miss me, don't you?"

Yiyi snickered on the phone and said, "I'll be back soon, I'm about to take off from here, and I'll be in Qingzhou City in two hours, Brother Fan, you promised me before that you would Pick me up at the airport, you haven't forgotten, have you?"

(End of this chapter)