Chapter 102: Fighting Doctor!

  Qin Luo's meaning is clear. In the past few days, a delegation of doctors from Sen University can come to the classroom to listen to their own lectures, but they must stand and listen.

  He wouldn't drive his own students to stand and listen to the class, giving their seats to them just for the sake of taking care of these international friends or for the sake of the "land of etiquette" label of his country.

  These students have learned well and can carry on traditional Chinese medicine, what else can they do? Qin Luo doesn't like to do things that are hard but not rewarding. He won't even try to curry favor with others by flattering them.

  Kuo Ren-huai seemed to have heard something unbelievable, and with great effort suppressed the anger in his heart, saying: "Teacher Qin, it's an honor for our school to have the delegation from Tian-sen University come visit us. How can we let our guests stand and listen to lectures? Where is the logic in that? If word gets out, people will laugh at us."

  "My students can stand and listen, why can't they? I welcome them to visit the school, so that they can have a clearer and more direct understanding of traditional Chinese medicine. Taking the long with the short, traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine will eventually merge."

  "But I respect their professionalism in Western medicine, and I ask them to respect my identity as a teacher in the classroom. If they want to listen to me teach, they must follow my classroom rules. In this classroom, their identities can only be students." Qin Luo said fearlessly.

  "Qin Luo, you-----"

  "If you insist on doing so, my lesson will end here." Qin Luo interrupted him and said.

  Guo Renhuai's face turned red with rage, and he almost turned against Qin Luo on the spot.

  He wanted to take the visiting group to other classrooms immediately, but other teachers were not prepared at all. Talking about something meaningless might have ruined the visit.

  Besides, if he takes people away like this, he will not only lose face in front of the students in this class, but also have no way to explain it to the visiting group.

  "Director Guo, what's going on here?" a middle-aged man in the delegation asked with a gloomy face.

  Because of the dual status of Tiansen University in the university and medical circles, as well as the specifications of this delegation, the Ministry of Education also sent a director to accompany them. Unexpectedly, they were shut out here.

  "Because there are too many students, we may not have enough seats." Guo Renhuai said with a embarrassed face.

  Scolded by the leader above, Guo Renhua hated Qin Luo even more. But there was no way to deal with such a troublemaker. The last time he fired him and caused a series of incidents, almost making him take great risks.

  Unless he resigns voluntarily or commits a serious mistake, there is no way to punish him.

  "Didn't you arrange it in advance?" The middle-aged man glared at Guo Renhua fiercely, speaking in a low voice. In front of the delegation members, they also had to consider some face and couldn't afford to lose their temper publicly.

  "It doesn't matter. We can just stand and listen to the lesson. We should respect the teacher's decision." said a man with a thin face and sparse hair.

  The man was probably in his forties, wearing a well-fitted suit and deep-seated glasses. He looked very serious with no smile on his face.

  His Mandarin is quite good, but when it comes to retroflex initials, his tongue is a bit clumsy.

  But what he said was understandable to everyone.

  Then he told his companions in English about his decision.

  Those people were all stunned, and some of them had angry expressions on their faces. They didn't think they would be treated like this.

  In the past, when they went to visit other medical colleges in China, they were warmly received.

  Their teachers not only reserve the front row seats in the classroom for them in advance, but also prepare drinking water and stationery on their desks in advance.

  Their hospitality was meticulous and very satisfying. However, today someone actually made them stand and listen to the lesson.

  This Chinese guy is not brotherly enough. He's really not brotherly at all.

  However, since the team leader has made up his mind, they can't say anything. They can only stand one by one in the last row of the classroom, waiting for that young and somewhat arrogant teacher on stage to talk about that vague and intangible traditional Chinese medicine.

  Qin Luo nodded at Dr. Jack, the head of the delegation from Tian Sen University, thanking him for his understanding.

  People with genuine cultural accomplishment understand the importance of respecting teachers and valuing morality. If hierarchy and privilege are placed above knowledge and reason, then this country is in great danger.

  Although there are a group of foreign friends, Qin Luo did not intend to change his teaching approach and curriculum immediately because of their arrival. He would not repeat the courses he had already taught in order to get "heated interaction" from the students. Nor would he throw away his most skilled courses, which might cause students to fall behind in their studies. Unless it was a continuation of this lesson next time, otherwise, the students would not be able to keep up.

  Because he teaches "Traditional Chinese Medicine Diagnostics", Qin Luo always likes to connect theory with practice when imparting knowledge to his students. With a clear and logical approach, it is easier for the students to remember deeply.

  "As if limbs are lazy, appetite is reduced, and chest feels stuffy. This is likely a case of Qi sinking down syndrome ----"

  "Teacher, I have a question." said Dr. Jack, raising his hand.

  "Please go ahead and speak." Qin Luo smiled and nodded. This foreigner is quite a quick learner, huh?

  "What is atmospheric subsidence? What does the atmosphere refer to? Is it referring to panting heavily or a strong gust of wind?" Dr. Jack asked with a serious face.

  The students in the classroom burst out laughing, although many of them didn't know what "daqi xiatian" meant. But they knew it definitely wasn't what this foreign old man was asking.

  Qin Luo waved his hand, signaling everyone to keep quiet. Looking at Dr. Jack, he said: "We can think about this question. What is it that supports the operation of the five internal organs in the human body? And what is it that fixes these organs inside the chest cavity so they don't fall off?"

  "Our 'Jin Gui Yao Lue' has a sentence: The five zang and six fu, the large meridians and small collaterals, circulate day and night without stopping, relying on the great Qi in the chest to rotate among them. In the human body, there is the stock Qi in the chest, which governs the lungs' breathing, supports the whole body, and stimulates the spirit. This is the great Qi, also called Jing Qi. Jing, Qi, Shen, none of the three can be missing."

  "But how are we supposed to feel this energy?" Dr. Jack's light brown eyebrows furrowed into an S shape as he asked, his face puzzled.

  "The pulse is racing. The heart is beating wildly. I can feel the presence of this energy." Qin Luo said.

  "But that's a natural human reaction. Why is it called that kind of energy? Teacher, do you have any other way to prove it?"

  "Of course," Qin Luo said with a smile.

  He glanced around at the students in the classroom and asked, "Who brought a needle box?"

  "I've got it," said Wang Jiujiao, who was still sitting in the first row.

  "Lend me some." Qin Luo smiled at her.

  Wang Jiuyi pulled open the zipper of her bag and took out a delicate needle box, handing it over.

  Her bag is like a treasure chest, mobile phone, wallet, MP3, tea, needle box ---- whatever you need, she can always dig it out.

  When passing the needle box, the tips of their fingers lightly touched. Wang Jiujin was like being electrocuted, quickly withdrawing his hand, and his small face also unconsciously climbed up a touch of redness.

  The ambiguous hug last night still lingers in my mind, and today when we meet again, I'm still a little embarrassed. But at the same time, I feel a sweet flutter in my heart.

  Under her efforts, she and Qin Luo's relationship finally went further.

  Qin Luo opened the needle box, took out a one-inch-six-needle, disinfected it with alcohol, and walked down from the podium towards Dr. Jack.

  "Doctor, don't you feel parched and tongue-tied, with a tight chest and shortness of breath, as if speaking is extremely exhausting?" Qin Luo asked with a smile.

  Jack's expression froze for a moment, then he nodded and said, "Yes."

  He had just arrived in Yanjing and was unaccustomed to the dry and warm weather here. So, he got sick with fire syndrome as soon as he landed.

  But how did he know?

  It seems that this is the "look" diagnosis in their four traditional Chinese medicine diagnoses. But which part of me has shown such symptoms?

  "In our traditional Chinese medicine, the human body is divided into yin and yang. And further divided into hot syndrome and cold syndrome. Dr. Jack has contracted a hot syndrome." Qin Luo explained: "If Dr. Jack doesn't mind, I can help you diagnose and treat it. Through this process of diagnosis and treatment, you can also feel the existence of this qi."

  "This is the acupuncture in your Huaxia? I've heard it's amazing. I'd love to give it a try." Dr. Jack said with a spirit of dedication to medicine, without any fear at all.

  He even used the word "savor", it seems that he treated acupuncture as a delicious Chinese dish.

  "Take off your suit jacket. Then give me your hand." Qin Luo said.

  Dr. Jack handed the notebook in his hand to his companion beside him, then took off his suit jacket and extended his arm to Qin Luo.

  "Undo your cuff buttons," Qin Luo said.

  Jack cooperated very well and quickly unbuttoned the buttons on his shirt sleeves.

  Qin Luo rolled up his sleeves, revealing his hairy arms.

  Qin Luo pressed down with his hand, then held a silver needle and stabbed it in like lightning.

  A female teacher from Tianyuan University saw Qin Luo insert a long, thin silver needle into Dr. Jack's arm and was frightened out of her wits, repeatedly shouting "My God".

  But when she opened her eyes and saw Dr. Jack looking at the silver needle moving on his arm with no expression, as if he didn't feel anything, it felt incredibly magical.

  How can something so sharp penetrate flesh without causing any pain?

  If the acupoint is not found accurately, it will naturally be very painful. However, if the acupoint can be found accurately, not only will it not hurt, but it will also feel extremely comfortable. Qin Luo would never make such a low-level mistake as to insert the needle in the wrong position.

  Qin Luo's two fingers pinched the needle, gently rubbing and rolling it. The needle tip continued to sink deeper into the flesh.

  "Did you feel it?" Qin Luo asked with a smile.

  "What do you feel?"

  "A streak of icy air is flowing over your arm." Qin Luo reminded.

  "Ah! I feel it. I feel its presence. Like a cool, slithery snake running up and down my arm. Good heavens, how marvelous! Is this the ether?"

  (PS: Second update. Students with red tickets helped Lao Liu smash it.)