Urban divine farmer medical immortal

"That's right. We all come to listen to Mr. Su's class. You, Bai Nanlang, stand on it. Are you qualified to teach us?" Some people are even more impolite. Everyone's medical skills are almost the same. You, Bai Nanlang, are something. You went up to give me a lesson. Is your medical skills better than those of us here?

Cheng haozhong also impolitely said: "Dean Bai, this class is not what you can talk about, you come down."

Bai Nanlang's face was a bit of pigliver color. He was as ugly as he could be. He was ashamed to find a ground sewing machine.

I thought that I could give Sunan a bad impression on the first day by virtue of my contacts and reputation in the school for many years. As a result, Sunan always showed a light look.

Sunan's mouth turned a smile. When he found that Bai Nanlang had dug a hole for him, he had already let the news of his class spread.

Seven star life continuation needle successor lectures, which completely shocked the Jiangnan province of traditional Chinese medicine, one by one to the University of traditional Chinese medicine ran to lectures, but see the lecture of Bai Nanlang, of course, these people do not want to.

Bai Nanlang thought he had dug a hole for Sunan, but Sunan had dug a bigger one for him.

Gulif had already reflected from the shock just now. He even had a feeling of elation when he was old. He said in a middle voice: "Bai Nanlang, hurry down and let president Su go to class."

The following students are also very confused, have whispered: "is not that good white Dean's class, how to change the Soviet President's class?"

"That's right. I'm looking at Dean Bai's superb medical skills. President Su has never heard of it. Who the hell wants to listen to his lessons?" A student with a pimple on his face was dissatisfied.

"Pa!"

As soon as the acne man's words came to an end, he was slapped on the head: "you're stupid. You don't see who are here today. These people are all TCM doctors in Jiangnan province. The leaders of famous TCM clinics in Jiangnan province are here. Do you think they are going to listen to Dean Bai's class with their medical skills, and they are all running to Dean su."

"What, President Su is so powerful?" Acne man is not angry, just surprised to see sitting in the front row of Sunan.

Wu Zhiju has recovered from her surprise. She looks at the woman with heavy makeup next to her and says with a smile, "it turns out that these people are all here to listen to President Su's class. Don't you call president Bai down?"

Cheng haozhong said to Sunan: "Mr. Su, it's our honor to listen to your class. Please hurry up!"

"Mr. Su's medical skills are unparalleled. Today we are going to open our eyes."

"Mr. Su's seven star life extending needle on that day made me still infatuated. It's a great honor to listen to Mr. Su's class."

"Yes, I hope Mr. Su will not hide himself. Let's broaden our horizons."

The compliment around Sunan is like an invisible slap on Bai Nanlang's face. No matter how thick his face is, he has no face to stay on the platform.

At this time, he stood there like a fool. The more people below raised Sunan, the heavier his face was hit.

It's not going to be either. It's not even going to be.

Sunan stood up, arched his hands to the people around him and said modestly, "thank you for coming to show your face. I'm sorry."

"Mr. Su is serious." Cheng haozhong and others immediately returned the gift.

Traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to inheritance. The medical skills of Southern Jiangsu are far beyond them. Now they come to listen to the lessons of Southern Jiangsu. According to the rules, they are all disciples of Southern Jiangsu.

Sunan's face was still calm, and he didn't show any pride. He went to the platform and looked at Bai Nanlang, who was still in a daze. He said: "Dean Bai, please go down."

Bai Nanlang almost vomited blood. This time, he lost face and forced out a smile: "Premier Su, I'd better go back to my classroom."

At this time, my heart is very depressed. Fortunately, most of the people in the classroom are brought by him. Now as long as we take these people away, plus these new people, there are only a dozen people.

It's just that his words didn't reach people's response.

Originally, the students and teachers who came to Bai Nanlang didn't move. They were full of curiosity. President Su was able to let so many experts of traditional Chinese medicine come to the class. They also wanted to see how good his medical skills were.

Who else would like to attend the lecture of Dean Bai.

Bai Nanlang's face was black and his lungs were about to explode, but now he had no way. He couldn't force these people to go.

"Well, well, I'd like to see how President Su lectures." Bai Nanlang was very anxious. Today he was disgraced. Later in the University of traditional Chinese medicine, he will become a laughing stock.

This time, it can be said that stealing chicken is not enough to eat rice.

Sunan smiles and writes two big words of traditional Chinese medicine on the blackboard with chalk. Then he begins to talk about it. Although he has never been to a regular college, he has been with the old man since he was a child. Influenced by his experience, his way of teaching has a kind of ancient style.

The people below are also intoxicated.

At this moment, someone below made a voice: "Premier Su, I don't understand one thing!"

When people looked around, they saw a girl student standing up. She looked at Sunan with a pair of eyes and a serious expression.

"Isn't this sister Huang Xuejie who is studying western medicine? Why is she here?"

This is the University of traditional Chinese medicine. No one expected that people from the western medicine university next door would come in and ask questions face to face. Moreover, judging from the woman's appearance, she should still be a bully.

Bai Nanlang smiles in his heart. Finally, someone is going to trouble him.

Now he hopes that the question raised by the student surnamed Huang is tricky enough to make southern Jiangsu unable to come down.

Sunan said slowly: "Oh, there's something you don't understand, please say."

Huang Peiyun helped her eyes: "Premier Su, you just said that traditional Chinese medicine looks at Qi and Qi flows in the eight channels of the human body. However, under the current medical conditions, it is still impossible to find the eight channels of the human body, let alone the Qi. How do you explain this?"

Others can't help but raise their eyebrows when they hear the words. Most of you are studying traditional Chinese medicine. They are very familiar with the theory of eight channels, but no one can prove what is going on.

"Premier Su, please answer." Huang Peiyun continues to press questions. It's not that she deliberately makes things difficult for Sunan, but that's what her character is. If she doesn't make things clear, she will stay up all night.

Looking at Sunan's silence, Bai Nanlang was ecstatic. He wanted to kiss Huang. Even he couldn't explain the eight channels of the classic. What's more, this problem is very difficult. It's not one person who bothers him, but the whole medical field. He didn't believe that Su could explain it clearly.

"President Su, someone is asking questions. What's the matter with you?" Bai Nanlang reminds Sunan in a loud voice.

Looking around, Sunan saw that most of the people were expecting and doubting, and a smile appeared on the corner of their mouth: "OK, please come up to Dean Bai and do me a favor. I'll prove the existence of eight channels."#####