A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

The moment Peng Liangpei led Gu Feng into the classroom, the eyes of all the boys and girls in the class lit up – this young wife is really pretty.

"This new student is named Gu Feng. From now on, he will be a member of our class." Peng Liangpei's introduction was brief and concise.

There was no applause from below, only a cacophony of strange, unsettling glances.

Peng Jingpei ignored her and pulled Gu Feng by the sleeve to her table, pointing to the empty seat next to her: "Gu Feng, sit next to me, okay?"

How could Gu Feng say it wasn't good? There were only two empty seats in the entire class.

One was the one Peng Jingpei was pointing to; the other was trapped in the middle of a group of girls, whose gazes were already unabashedly conveying the same message to him—if you dare come any closer, we'll kill you.

Gu Feng sat down silently.

It wasn't because he was afraid of causing trouble, but because he noticed that the desk in the middle of the girls' room was stuffed with books and odds and ends, and he figured that the girl was already taken, so he didn't bother to cause any more trouble.

Besides, although there are many girls in this class, some plump and some slender, some beautiful and charming, the one who is most pleasing to the eye is still Peng Liangpei next to me.

Being able to sit next to her was exactly what I wanted, and it couldn't be more satisfying.

The afternoon class was taught by a senior clinical chief physician who also serves as an associate professor.

This Associate Professor Tian is truly talented, but he also has quite a temper.

Once you anger him, he won't show you any mercy. Therefore, when attending his classes, you have to be careful not to be late or leave early, or even to doze off.

As for daydreaming, Associate Professor Tian couldn't control that—he wasn't powerful enough to penetrate people's minds.

Associate Professor Tian's lectures are rigorous and scientific. He never just reads from the textbook, but rather combines clinical theory with practical experience in a detailed explanation.

Gu Feng also realized that this was indeed a great master. He wanted to listen carefully, but there was a deep gap between ancient Chinese medicine and Western medicine at that time. Now, the lectures given by Associate Professor Tian were all based on the previous textbooks. Without that foundation, even though he tried his best to concentrate, he could only understand half of what he heard.

After half a class, my mind inevitably started to wander.

Looking around, he saw that there were quite a few classmates in similar situations.

Some stared blankly; some desperately fought off sleep; some secretly read novels under their textbooks; some secretly sent text messages on their phones hidden in their desks... a variety of behaviors, nothing was off-limits.

Only Peng Liangpei beside him was intently taking notes.

Seeing how serious she was, Gu Feng couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.

Such a great learning opportunity, yet I didn't cherish it... Who says I didn't cherish it? I just didn't understand, okay?

Gu Feng inwardly protested his injustice.

But just as he was about to consciously withdraw his gaze, he found that his eyes suddenly became somewhat unresponsive.

Because Peng Liangpei's hands were both on the desk.

Because she changed into a top with extremely wide sleeves when she returned to her dormitory.

From his current angle, his gaze could easily slip through the wide sleeve and slide down to the black bra covering her breasts.

Because... as lustful as he was, it was really difficult for him to neatly pull his eyes away from the glimpses of spring light.

However, in the end, he was forced to look away.

It wasn't that his self-control had suddenly become much stronger, but rather that Associate Professor Tian's profound remarks on stage had forcefully pulled him in the right direction.

"...Personally, I believe that the rigid division of medicine into 'Traditional Chinese Medicine' and 'Western Medicine' in China is fundamentally flawed. There has never been a distinction between Chinese and Western medicine. Western medicine is far more reliable than the empirically-based system of Traditional Chinese Medicine. We should trust science and vigorously develop Western medicine. As for Traditional Chinese Medicine, at best, it can only exist as a form of folk medicine. Western medicine is evidence-based scientific medicine, with clear causes and mechanisms. As for the diagnostic methods of Traditional Chinese Medicine, I find them quite absurd. Can a disease truly be diagnosed clearly with just three fingers?"

This kind of argument is nothing new to Associate Professor Tian.

Whenever there was extra time left in class, this professor, who had always been a proponent of Western medicine, would take it out to "brainwash" his students.

The students were already used to it and even thought there was nothing wrong with what he said.

Their only hope was that the old man would finish rambling on and on so that everyone could finish class early.

However, today, one student's brows furrowed as he listened. That student was the new transfer student, Gu Feng.

"Of course we should inherit the good things, but we should ruthlessly discard the dross. Pseudoscience like traditional Chinese medicine must never be..."

"Teacher," Gu Feng stood up abruptly, speaking slowly and deliberately, as if squeezing out each word from between his teeth, "I disagree with your viewpoint."

These words caused an uproar in the class. Everyone stared wide-eyed at the new transfer student in disbelief—they wondered what had gotten into him or what had gotten into him.

"You object?"

Associate Professor Tian's face darkened suddenly, and anger spread across his entire face like ink being splashed on it.

He has been lecturing like this for many years, and no one has ever dared to question his theories and experience.

Now, a mere greenhorn, barely out of his teens, dares to challenge him in public.

The professor, who valued his reputation above all else, was immediately enraged.

He almost roared as he demanded of Gu Feng, "What gives you the right to object? What did I say wrong? Traditional Chinese medicine is subjective; its theories are garbage. While some still use herbal remedies, it's all based on accumulated experience, devoid of any scientific evidence. What's the difference between that Yin-Yang and Five Elements theory and feudal superstition? For the same ailment, a hundred TCM doctors can give you a hundred different explanations, some of which are completely contradictory according to the Five Elements calculations, yet their final prescriptions are almost identical. How they use the medicine depends entirely on that laughable accumulation of experience. Even if you completely disregard the Yin-Yang and Five Elements theory, you can still prescribe medicine based solely on the symptoms." "Come out. The reason Chinese medicine has reached this point is precisely because it has been led astray by the Yin-Yang and Five Elements theory. Western medicine, when faced with difficult and complex diseases, would never dare to prescribe medicine haphazardly before understanding the pathology; Traditional Chinese medicine, on the other hand, takes advantage of the fact that herbal medicines work slowly and cause less harm, and thus boldly administers treatments indiscriminately. In fact, there has never been any compelling statistical data to prove a significant difference in the efficacy of traditional Chinese medicine for difficult and complex diseases compared to Western medicine. People are most likely to remember a few typical cases—someone cured of a certain disease by traditional Chinese medicine, and the news spreads like wildfire; while those who were not cured are easily and easily forgotten."

The students in the class were all silenced by his shout.

This was the first time they had ever seen Professor Tian so angry. But upon reflection, the transfer student hadn't said anything too offensive; he had only raised a question.

Is it really necessary to be so hysterical?

Could it be a sudden onset of menopausal symptoms?

However, this arrogant pretty boy deserved it.

What gives you the right to question Professor Tian?

They've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice—well, no, I mean they've crossed more bridges than you've walked roads;

They've been practicing medicine for longer than you've lived.

If you want to argue with someone, don't drag us down with you.

We're still waiting for get out of class to end.

The students of Class 2 of the 00 Clinical Programs considered themselves fair and secretly gave Associate Professor Tian and Gu Feng fifty lashes each.

But as the saying goes: Ambition is not limited by age; without ambition, one lives a hundred years in vain. Reason is not measured by volume; shouting is futile.

Gu Feng listened quietly to this long speech, his expression remaining calm. He said unhurriedly, "Teacher, you don't need to be angry. A mountain range looks different from different angles. There's only one Mount Lu, but it looks different from different perspectives. Similarly, there's only one truth about illness. Western medicine has its analytical perspective, and traditional Chinese medicine has its diagnostic methods. As long as both can cure diseases, they are good medical practices. Western medicine doesn't have the ability to cure all diseases, and neither does traditional Chinese medicine. But you say that traditional Chinese medicine is pseudoscience and superstition, and I absolutely cannot agree with that."

"Science is advancing every day. Whether it's traditional Chinese medicine or Western medicine, no one dares to claim that what they hold is the absolute truth. They can only say that they are endlessly approaching the truth. Traditional Chinese medicine and martial arts are the crystallization of the wisdom of generations over hundreds or even thousands of years. It is already extremely difficult for our generation to absorb and digest their essence. As for judging which theory is absolutely correct, I think there is probably no one in the world who has such qualifications."

"Teacher, you can't say that Tai Chi is truly ineffective in real combat, or that all traditional martial arts are just fancy moves, or that all martial arts are fabrications by Gu Long and Jin Yong, just because some people are misleading students with Tai Chi exercises. Similarly, you can't dismiss all of traditional Chinese medicine as superstition or pseudoscience just because some incompetent TCM doctors are taking advantage of the situation. Traditional Chinese medicine is profound and extensive; how can it be judged so casually, manipulated so easily, or even denigrated without any explanation?"

Gu Feng's tone was completely different from that of Associate Professor Tian, ​​who had been roaring like thunder just moments before. From beginning to end, he was neither hurried nor impatient; his tone was not loud, but his pace was steady. Yet, the further he spoke, the more pronounced and forceful his words became. His words seemed to carry an invisible force, drawing the listener's emotions and thoughts involuntarily to his direction. In more fashionable terms, this was called an aura of dominance; in simpler terms, it was an inherent certainty and composure.

wonderful.

It was so wonderful it was almost unparalleled.

Although the students dared not openly applaud, they had already secretly cheered for him in their hearts.