"Third Master, it's better to go to a regular hospital. Such a liar who pretends to be a charlatan should call the police and report him." Zhong Yue really couldn't find a reason. If a doctor had such superb medical skills, why did he only see three people a day? He couldn't figure out why he would use the King of Hell as a shield as an excuse for him to cure people.

Any random sentence I have tried my best, and it is probably more convincing than the excuse of "The King of Hell is named, and then I will raise you again, and you will lose your life."

The air conditioner was turned on in the house. This season, the air conditioner should not have been turned on. The summer heat has long disappeared, and the cold wave has not yet arrived. It is a good time for the autumn to be cool, but the air conditioner has always been turned at twenty-six degrees. This was noticed from yesterday when Zhong Yue came to the farm. Perhaps for Huang Youwei, the cold winter may be the most recent moment of the year when the God of Death's sickle touched the neck.

Chao Chunyang took a sip of tea, "He is a regular clinic with a license to practice medicine. Many wealthy families have a stubborn disease that cannot be cured, so they all went to Zhang Heping to cure it. I heard that they seemed to be Zhang Zhongjing's descendants."

"Another descendant..." Zhong Yue suddenly felt a little sorry for his ancestors' reputation. Wang Ge relied on the reputation of the descendants of the Calligraphy Saint to make a fortune in the cultural circle. Now Zhang Heping is a famous Chinese medicine doctor in Shanghai, and his descendant Zhong Yao is doing too miserably.

Huang Sanjia took a sip of tea, "Xiaowei, go and rest for a while."

Huang Youwei put down the book, "Let me tell you for my grandfather. We came to see Dr. Zhang Heping because he is a descendant of Zhang Zhongjing. I have seen so many doctors and say that I can't cure it. Some say that I will die in three months, and some say that I will die in three or five years, but I am eighteen years old. The Zhang family's "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" may be helpful in curing my disease."

Among the classic classics of ancient Chinese medical works, four works are immortal - "Huangdi Neijing", "Different Classic", "Shennong Bencao Jing" and "Miscellaneous Treatise on Typhoid Fever Diseases". There is another saying, "Huangdi Neijing", "Treatise on Typhoid Fever Diseases", "Jinkui Yaolue", and "Treatise on Warm Diseases", but no matter which statement, Zhang Zhongjing's "Treatise on Typhoid Fever" is a classic in traditional Chinese medicine classics.

Zhong Yue looked at Huang Youwei with some distress. A person who has been facing death since childhood actually looked so calm when talking about his condition. No wonder he saw Huang Youwei in the Youth Palace, but later, he never saw Huang Youwei with too many expressions.

What is the storm and waves in the world that have survived for eighteen years for a person who has lived in the shadow of death?

Huang Sanjia smiled with her teeth and said, "You have been smart since you were a child. You know what grandpa thinks. But Xiaowei, thinking too much can easily make yourself too tired."

"I didn't think so, isn't this obvious?"

Zhong Yue looked at the grandfather and said, "Third Master, then I'll leave first."

"Oh, okay. Come often when you have time. We will stay in Shanghai for a few more days. I will look for relationships with Zhang Heping."

Zhong Yue glanced at Huang Youwei and left. It was useless for him to stay here. It would be better to go back and ask Ye An if there is any way to let Huang Youwei fall in love with this mysterious old genius...the old genius doctor as soon as possible.

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Although the gorgeous art exhibition has been on display in the exhibition hall for almost a week, it has not been officially promoted.

Kang Min sat in the office and called Liu Shao'e.

"Aunt, the results of the Xinsheng Art Exhibition have come out."

The other end of the phone seemed to have received the call without any expectations, "Has Zhong Yue won the crown?"

"Well, you expected it well. Now the old professors in the Chinese painting department have no complaints. The method of drawing stones and Zhong Yue's Chinese painting techniques are much higher than those of the same class."

"Have he seen it at the art exhibition?"

Kang Min recalled the daily sign-in attendance brought from the Academic Affairs Office and said, "I haven't been here. It's been a week. I heard that Cao Danqing went to Beijing for an exchange and discussion. Zhong Yue didn't follow him or come to the school. I made a phone call before, after all, it was also a school-level competition. There were some certificates and gifts, but I didn't see him picking it up."

"fine."

"Okay? How can my aunt tell me that it's good? But the teachers in charge of academic affairs in the school have reported many complaints about students at the meeting, saying that the school's complaints about the different attitudes towards learning and uneven educational resources. Many students are absent from classes and do not sign in, using Zhong Yue's example as an excuse."

"Haha. Whether to study or not is their own business. If a college student even needs a college teacher to force his head to drink water, can he educate talents?"

"That's what I mean."

Liu Shao'e said: "After all, she is still jealous of others. If a person wants to win too much, he will lose, so for Cao Danqing, Zhong Yue and Amin, you need to be a beautiful leader. In the future, there may be a beautiful master rising."

"It's too early for you to say this."

"It's getting late. This year, the National College Student Calligraphy Competition will be sent to the National College Student Calligraphy Competition."

Kang Min reached out and frowned and frowned, "I forgot about this matter. It's just that Zhong Yue chose the Chinese Painting Department before. According to the rules of previous years, the calligraphy competitions were all subject to the students of the calligraphy and seal carving department to report the quota according to the comprehensive scores. Now if you want to make an exception to report Zhong Yue, it will make the teachers and students in the college dissatisfied."

"No, he won the award in Huizhou before. The Huizhou Calligraphy Association has a quota, but it is just representing Huizhou University to participate in the competition."

Kang Min frowned, "Isn't that giving honor to Huida?"

"Amin, didn't I say that? If a person is too interested in winning, he will lose. Does it matter who means? If you kill two birds with one stone, why bother with these things again?"

"You are right, I'm narrow-minded."

A sigh came from the other end of the phone, "Our generation has experienced too many ups and downs, so we understand the importance of some inheritance. Amin, I recommend Zhong Yue to you, not to make Huamei more excellent, but to hand over the things I think I need to keep in your hands. We have not had many days for the older generation, and you young people need to take the lead."

"I understand, aunt." Principal Kang took a deep breath and said with a firm look.

"Education is not about teaching all students to be excellent, but as an educator, one thing you need to understand is to let them learn to appreciate outstanding people."

Kang Min hung up the phone and sat in the chair and pondered for a long time...
Chapter completed!