Medical Master

In September, Jiangjing University of Traditional Chinese Medicine, library.

Fang Qiu casually selected an ancient Chinese medicine book "Bone Orthopedics" from the bookshelf to the rest area.

As a freshman who just entered the university, he was unable to conduct military training due to the rain today, so he came to the library to read as soon as possible.

Although he didn't know much about Chinese medicine before he was admitted to university, this did not hinder his interest in Chinese medicine and healing.

Of course, he has his own purpose in applying for the University of Chinese Medicine.

Fang Qiu pulled the chair in front of a table, sat down, and placed "Bone Orthodontics" on the table.

Looking down at the book in front of me.

But he didn't turn the book, just put his hands on both sides of the book at random.

Then, lightly pat with his right hand.

A weird and magical scene happened!

There was no other movement, just like this, the book turned the pages silently!

Faced with such a weird situation, Fang Qiu looked as usual, as if everything was normal.

Fortunately, the school just opened, and the entire library was so pitiful that no one saw the weird scene just now, otherwise they would not think that they were haunted and scared to death.

Fang Qiu kept raising his right hand to take pictures, turning the pages of the book until he entered the text.

Read it with gusto.

Just after reading a page, my right hand was raised again, ready to tap down.

At this time, a rapid footstep sounded from a distance.

Fang Qiu slowly lowered his raised hand as usual.

The book did not turn the pages quietly, but the voice behind him had arrived.

"Fangqiu, I finally found you!"

Fang Qiu turned his head and saw that the person here was the assistant head teacher of their third class, Liu Feifei.

A beautiful and enthusiastic junior.

I remember that on the first day of school, when Liu Feifei showed up and said that it was the head teacher of their third class, the boys in the whole class suddenly howled with bright eyes.

"I didn't expect you to be so easy to learn, you would run to read a book when everyone was tired of military training and slept?!"

Liu Feifei walked to the opposite side of Fangqiu, sat down and glanced at the book on the desk. After a word of appreciation, she curiously asked: "Ancient Chinese? Can you understand it? Our TCM major is in orthopedics only in the second semester. It’s a bit early now for the lesson!"

"Just take a look."

Fang Qiu didn't directly say that he could understand it.

He can really understand.

"Good spirit!"

Liu Feifei praised, and then stared at him with bright eyes and asked, "I called you for a long time and no one answered it, what's the matter?"

Fang Qiu was taken aback when he heard the words, and immediately took out the mobile phone in his pocket and took a look, and found that there were five missed calls on it. He said embarrassedly: "It's muted, I didn't hear it."

Only then did Liu Feifei nod in relief, it seems that she didn't intentionally not answer her phone.

For the first time as a class teacher, I have very high expectations for these newly enrolled freshman students, but I don't want to have a disobedient guy in the class within a few days of school.

"That's right. The reason for calling you is that our college temporarily decided to hold a freshman open-air Mid-Autumn Festival party on the playground tomorrow night. The college requires every freshman class to have a show. I am here to report to you. Let's Everyone in the class has to report, don't think about escaping, I will screen it out again after the report."

Liu Feifei explained, and then asked directly: "What are your specialties?"

"Specialty?"

Fang Qiu thought for a while and said, "Does it count if you can play the flute?"

When Liu Feifei heard the words, her eyes lit up, and she hurriedly asked: "How is the level? What is the national level?"

"So so, I haven't taken the exam."

Fang Qiu thought about his own level, then compared the level of the old man, and immediately gave himself a fairly pertinent evaluation.

Liu Feifei was a little disappointed. She was expecting another amazing show in the class, but she didn't expect her level to be average.

"Can I listen to your playing first?"

At this moment, she had made up her mind. If the level is really as good as the kid said, then she doesn't need to report it.

Fang Qiu said with some embarrassment: "It can be, but Dizi is in the dormitory now."

Then pointed to the book.

The meaning is obvious, I want to read a book and don't want to go back to the dorm.

"Little Fang!"

With Liu Feifei's kind little Fang shouting, Fangqiu's goose bumps were all up.

"Time is running out. I will report to the program at noon today. You have to be considerate of the senior sister!"

Fang Qiu's head suddenly grew big looking at the look of the big beautiful senior sister with a soft smile on her face.

This trick is a bit overwhelming!

Reject, sorry.

But don't refuse that under normal circumstances, you have to walk forty minutes on the road just to go to and from the dormitory and the library.

He really doesn't want to waste too much time, and he is a freshman, and he does not have a library card, so he can't borrow books and can only stay in the library for reading.

After a little hesitation, Fang Qiu said, "Let's do it, Senior Sister, let me show you the flute. It seems that I can get a general idea of ​​my level, how about it?"

"Hand flute? What is a hand flute?"

Liu Feifei looked puzzled, and interest came in her heart again.

Fang Qiu patiently explained: "The hand flute is a simple way of playing with both hands as the resonance box of the instrument."

It was simple, and Liu Feifei's interest went down again.

Seeing that Fangqiu was so easy to learn, she was too embarrassed to be bothered as a class teacher and school sister, and could only agree to this compromise method.

"Okay, then, I'll listen with great respect."

Seeing that there was no need to go back to the dormitory, Fang Qiu smiled and put down the phone.

Under the gaze of the beauty-senpai, she directly folded her palms with her hands to form a cupped hand shape, freeing her palm, and leaking a small hole with her thumbs together.

The mouth is close to the thumb.

Chest agitation.

The air flow came out of the mouth.

A beautiful melody resounded throughout the library instantly.

"this is?"

Liu Feifei's eyes widened instantly, and she was shocked, and she couldn't help but lose her voice, "This is "Blue and White Porcelain"?"

The next scene stunned her directly.

Fang Qiu nodded as he played, without affecting the playing.

Liu Feifei looked at Fang Qiu blankly.

She originally thought that a hand flute was similar to blowing a whistle, but she never expected it to be so magical, and she played a melody like a natural sound.

This hand is too great!

I really didn't expect such a powerful guy to hide in my class!

There was no time to think about it any more, she was directly indulged in the beautiful melody.

She let the Buddha feel that she was wandering in the quaint scenery of the south of the Yangtze River, holding a pink painted flower oil paper umbrella, standing on the stone bridge, leaning on the railing for a thousand years, seeing the beautiful blue and white porcelain born, and seeing the poignant love story.

The sky is waiting for mist and rain, and I am waiting for you.

The smoke rises in a curl, across the river for thousands of miles.

She seems to be a bystander, and she seems to be the heroine of a poignant love story.

A melancholy, a thought.

Faintly haunting my mind.

What a nice view!

So sad!

The melody continued, and when she wandered in the mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, she was intoxicated and difficult to go back and forth.

...

After playing a song, Fang Qiu put down his hands and looked a little surprised at the beautiful senior sister who was still immersed in the melody. Without interrupting, he continued reading.

One minute later.

Beauty-senpai woke up, grabbed his hands and said with bright eyes: "That's amazing! Fangqiu, you are so amazing! So nice!"

"I have listened to blue and white porcelain dozens of times, and for the first time I feel so beautiful and immersive! Who would have thought that you could blow out the heavens in the world with only a pair of simple hands!"

"Senior Sister, you passed the award."

Fang Qiu hurriedly withdrew his hand, and said with some embarrassment, he really didn't think his level was good.

"No prize at all!"

Liu Feifei directly denied Fangqiu’s self-evaluation, and then glanced at him bitterly, “You still say that you are so good at this level. I was almost fooled by you! Now, as the head teacher, I officially inform you that your The show has been requisitioned, so you don’t need a flute, just play with your hands!"

After speaking, she was excited and laughed, "Now we have two programs in our class, and they will definitely shine."

"Two?"

Fang Qiu asked suspiciously, "What is the other show?"

"Chen Cong's martial arts performance! This kid is also clumsy and fisting, so he doesn't even say it. Although it is a bit worse than your performance, it is also a good show!"

Liu Feifei stood up and raised her fan fist at Fang Qiu to cheer: "Our class will rely on you two tomorrow night! Come on!"

After speaking, he took out the library card from his pocket and threw it to Fang Qiu.

"This is a reward from the senior sister, I will return it when your library card is issued."

After speaking, he left in a hurry.

Martial arts?

Fang Qiu looked at his hands and smiled.

Martial arts, he can also.

But his name is Wugong.

Or martial arts.

Thinking of martial arts, Fang Qiu couldn't help but sighed in a daze.

Don't know how the old man is now?

He enlightened martial arts at the age of three, and he is seventeen years old this year. He has been practicing hard for fourteen years.

And this is done without everyone including parents knowing.

He met the old man when he was three years old, and he secretly taught him for twelve years.

It wasn't until the second year of high school that he broke through a realm to realize that the old man was suffering from a hidden illness. It was also at that time that he knew that in order to teach him, the old man had been suppressing the illness with his powerful cultivation base and did not treat the illness.

Until he was about to be suppressed, the old man left quietly without leaving a word.

"There is nothing to teach you, practice your martial arts well, I will treat the disease, goodbye bye!"

He knew very well that the old man's injury was definitely not cured, otherwise, why bother to drag it so long.

As long as he thinks of a person who met by the water at the age of three and taught him without regrets for twelve years, but he cannot give back or even help him at all, he can't help but feel guilt and pain.

Therefore, he applied for the University of Chinese Medicine.

I hope I can learn to become a great doctor and cure my father's illness.

I also hope that more people's diseases can be cured.

He knew very well that the shorter the time to learn, the less dangerous the old man would be.

I only hope that the old man can stick to that day..

What embarrassed him the most was that he didn't know the specific illness of the old man. Although he noticed the hidden illness, he didn't know the specific illness.

Therefore, he cannot study specifically.

So there is no way, only the treatment methods involved in Chinese medicine. He can learn as much as he can, and try not to waste a single cent of his time.

And the reason why he would read books on orthopedics first was because he was a martial artist, and he knew a little bit about bones and muscles. He also learned some treatments for bruises from his father.

So he learns the ancient books relatively quickly.

I hope that I can learn to become a doctor.

I hope everything is well for the father!

Fang Qiu sighed with emotion, put away the library card, calmed his mind, and continued reading.

The library also regained its silence.

As Fangqiu's palm continued to rise and fall, the pages of the book continued to open.

Soon, I finished reading a book.

He stood up, entered the bookshelf and selected an ancient book on orthopedics.

He prepared one subject and one subject until the plenum, and he only looked at ancient books. If modern medicine could cure the father’s disease, it would have been cured long ago, and the father would not suppress it for so long, so he chose to look for methods in ancient books.

Soon, I finished reading another one.

Fang Qiu reads quickly, not like reading at all, but flipping through the book.

The morning passed, Fang Qiu had read four or five ancient books on orthopedics.

Looking at the time on the phone, it was eleven o'clock at noon. He stretched his waist, mobilized his internal energy and turned his body around, and the fatigue disappeared without a trace.

Holding the unfinished book, he selected several ancient books on orthopedics and prepared to take it back to the dormitory to read.

When he came to the borrowing office, he handed the book and the library card to the librarian in front of him, a middle-aged man who looked a little cold.

The middle-aged man glanced at the library card at random, then glanced at the pile of ancient books, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then raised his head to look at Fang Qiu, the surprise in his eyes became heavier.

"Newborn? Can you understand?"

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