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Chapter 411 Gourmet Yuan Meng

Taking his pulse is fine, since Shen Qingnan had told him beforehand that she wanted his pulse readings to be used as a lesson plan for her students.

This situation is not uncommon in both traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine. Whenever a particularly typical case is encountered, the teachers will call a group of students over to watch.

There was even a case where someone went to the hospital to have hemorrhoids removed, and a teacher led a dozen or so students to watch, saying that the hemorrhoids were too perfectly formed.

Simply put, the cases that doctors use as examples to teach students are those that are even more standard than those in textbooks. Lin Mo's pulse is the most typical example of an extremely good kidney pulse, so good that it can be considered a pure yang body.

Putting aside other aspects of her health, I don't know if her kidneys are good or not, but they are definitely good. Shen Qingnan's words are also very pertinent. She told the female students in her class to look for boyfriends based on this pulse. If they can't find one, they can just find one that reaches two-thirds of the pulse and then go for it without hesitation.

After all, a person with good kidney energy is at least someone's girlfriend who's happy; you only know if you experience it for yourself!
Of course, it's not just Lin Mo's pulse type. For example, the pulse of pregnancy, kidney deficiency, spleen deficiency, qi deficiency, etc., the teacher will find the corresponding people to make lesson plans. However, these common pulse types are easy to find, especially the various deficiency pulse types, which can be easily found in the student group. They can just have each other feel each other's pulses.

As for pregnancy, see if there are any pregnant teachers at the school. Invite them over so the students can feel it; they are all very eager to learn.

I've even heard online that some professors have asked their students to silently feel their pulse, telling them that this is the "death pulse" or that "a dying person sweats profusely like oil," and so on.

So when Lin Mo learned that his pulse was a classic sign of abundant kidney qi, Shen Qingnan invited him to prepare teaching materials for his students. He agreed without hesitation, after all, it would be a contribution to the Chinese medicine industry in China.

But we agreed to take your pulse. If you want to take something else, you'll have to pay extra!
Fortunately, with Shen Qingnan, the teacher, watching over them, the female students in the class didn't go too far. At most, they would deliberately touch the pulse a little longer when taking the pulse.

As for the few male students in the class, they took advantage of the ten-minute break between classes and dragged him to the smoking area outside without saying a word. They offered him cigarettes and water, and their conversation was quite uniform.

"Brother, I have a friend I'd like to know..."

In short, their only goal was to ask him how he maintained his kidneys so well, what habits or diet he had, as their friend really needed to know.

It has to be said, this man is really stubborn. None of the people he spoke of were actually asking for his help; they were all making up stories.

But Lin Mo didn't know any of this. He could only tell these people not to stay up late, to exercise appropriately every day, and if they were too weak, they could go to a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner for treatment, etc.

It was obvious that none of the boys were satisfied, but there was nothing they could do. As for staying up late, that's standard practice for young people these days. As for exercise, that depends on talent and willpower.

As the bell rang, Lin Mo and Shen Qingnan walked out of the classroom.

"Shall we go to the cafeteria for dinner?" Shen Qingnan asked.

Lin Mo shook his head: "No, Senior Sister, I've been out all day. I'll just go back and eat. You should continue with your work. I'll head back now!"

“Okay, shall I drive you?” Shen Qingnan asked.

Lin Mo shook his head again and said, "No need to trouble you, Senior Sister. Public transportation is very convenient here. I can take the subway myself."

"Alright, will you come again tomorrow?" Shen Qingnan continued.

After all, she hadn't finished her lesson plan yet. You have to understand that she doesn't just teach one class. As a teacher, she has to teach everyone equally!
"Well, we'll see then, but I definitely can't come on Wednesday. I'll definitely be able to come on Friday," Lin Mo said with a dry laugh.

Nonsense, he just wants the identity of a famous TCM student, not that he actually wants to study TCM. Studying medicine is so difficult! As the saying goes, "To persuade someone to study medicine..."
Anyway, if the shopping page displays medical-related skills, he will naturally learn them. If it doesn't, he certainly won't study as diligently as ordinary medical students.

"Alright, I've looked at your situation. If you feel hot, go back and eat more watermelon!" Shen Qingnan said.

Lin Mo: ? ? ?
"Any idea?"

"Watermelon is cooling, also known as 'cold melon,' and it's very juicy. Eating more of it will make you urinate more, which will help reduce internal heat and is beneficial for your current condition," Shen Qingnan explained. Hearing this, Lin Mo's face lit up with joy: "So, watermelon can effectively suppress my current internal condition?"

"No," Shen Qingnan shook her head, then continued, "If watermelon were effective, you'd have to eat it by the ton. Eating watermelon will only make you feel a little better."

Hearing this, Lin Mo lowered his head dejectedly: "Okay, I understand! I'll be going now, Senior Sister."

After saying that, Lin Mo was about to leave when Shen Qingnan called out from behind, "Remember to eat the watermelon!"

"Got it!" Lin Mo waved his hand without even turning his head and left.

What a joke! It's not good for his current situation. Why would he eat so much watermelon? It'll be so uncomfortable for him to get up to use the bathroom at night.

Lin Mo took the subway and returned to the University of Science and Technology without any problems. It was already past 5 p.m.

"Come on, come on, have some watermelon! I just bought it."

Lin Mo from Mengya Media walked in carrying an enormous watermelon and smiled at everyone.

He's the epitome of saying one thing and meaning another. He says he's disgusted, but his body says the opposite. He can't help it; he's already getting a nosebleed, and if he doesn't find a way to cool himself down, he'll be miserable.

"Wow, Lao Mo, you've finally had a change of heart and actually bought fruit?" the Sichuan girl exclaimed.

Wang Chu stared at the computer with red eyes and didn't respond, but then He Xiaoyue came over and said happily, "Wow, Lin Mo's watermelon is so big! It must weigh more than 20 pounds!"

"25 jin, come on, don't be shy, cut half first, I'll take the other half back," Lin Mo invited everyone to eat melon.

Everyone readily accepted this, cut it in half, put it in the refrigerator, and ate the other half on the spot, since there's strength in numbers.

While everyone was gossiping, Lin Mo quietly approached Miss Yuan and asked, "Sister Yuan, let's do some market research. Which dishes in my restaurant do you think are the best?"

Although he was busy these past two days, he couldn't forget the instructions from Comrade Yuan and Ms. Jiang. After all, Miss Yuan had a blind date this Wednesday.

To prevent Miss Yuan from flipping the table halfway through the meal, the dishes should naturally be those she likes.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, Miss Yuan's eyes lit up: "Let me tell you, Mo Zai, you've come to the right person for this market research. Come, come, let me tell you about it."

Then Miss Yuan pulled Lin Mo to the sofa and started listing the dishes she thought were delicious.

First on the list is Dongpo Pork, followed by Eight Treasure Gourd Duck, Longjing Shrimp, and many others.

Miss Yuan, true to her carnivorous nature, rattled off more than a dozen dishes, almost all of them meat dishes, many of which were served at state banquets. Lin Mo laughed so hard his gums bulged out.

There's no way around it; dishes that qualify for state banquets are bound to be expensive, the more expensive the better, and he accepts them all.

Miss Yuan spoke animatedly, listing some of the dishes she thought were delicious. Lin Mo even sent her a menu to look at.

Whether she's eaten it before or not, Miss Yuan can give a critique of it all; at this moment, she seems to have transformed into a gourmet.

(End of this chapter)