When he arrived at the classroom, Zhang Xiaofan looked surprised. He saw densely packed classmates in the seventy or eighty square meters of classroom. Some of them simply opened the window and listened to the class in the corridor, and they were all very serious.

"Teacher Hua, why don't we move the classroom to the yard so that we can take care of the students in the corridor and the air will be relatively better."

Hua Ziling nodded and asked the students to go to the school playground. Waiting for Zhang Xueshen, hundreds of students were excited to rush to the playground with stools.

Several old professors came over to accuse Hua Ziling. It turned out that many students wanted to listen to Zhang Xiaofan's class, making their class deserted and making them feel uncomfortable.

Zhang Xiaofan was talking to Hua Ziling at this time.

"Several professors, all the things happen today are caused by the younger generation. I apologize to the older generation."

An old professor was very dissatisfied with Zhang Xiaofan.

"Get aside, you are nothing, you don't even have a teacher qualification certificate, and you have to teach students. We are all people with identities and don't want to talk to you."

Hua Ziling became angry.

"Professor Dong, please be more respectful to your words. I invited Zhang Xueshen and gave him medical classes to my classmates on my behalf."

"The reason why your students don't listen to your class and come to listen to the Chinese God's class is because your class is not valuable enough, otherwise your students wouldn't do that."

Professor Dong couldn't stand it. He taught at Huaxia Medical University for most of his life, and even Zhang Xiaofan could be said to be his disciple.

Hua Ziling actually questioned his medical skills and believed that Zhang Xiaofan's medical skills were higher than him, which was a great shame to him.

"What, you dare to say that my medical skills are not as good as that brat. I want to compete with that brat to let you know how to respect the old man."

Zhang Xiaofan felt that it was too hurtful for Professor Dong, so he said to Professor Dong and Hua Ziling: "Everyone teaches medical skills to promote medical skills, so there is no need to compete!"

"No, we must compete."

Seeing that Professor Dong and Hua Ziling were so persistent, Zhang Xiaofan sighed and responded to Hua Ziling and Professor Dong.

"Okay, I'll send fasting messages to my classmates later, and the classmates will sneeze and shed tears. Professor Dong will listen to it. If Professor Dong doesn't sneeze and shed tears, then I will lose."

Professor Dong found it funny when he heard this. He had never seen such a thing for so many years.

Send a message to a student, and the student can sneeze and shed tears, and also said that it can make him sneeze and shed tears, which is simply too funny.

"Okay, then you're optimistic. I'll convince you of losing."

Professor Dong said, and took several other professors with him to the playground to attend classes. Hua Ziling felt that Zhang Xiaofan was bragging this time.

He has not heard of fasting before. It can be said that the principle of fasting in the West is the same as fasting in the West. He has never heard anyone send a message to others, and he can even sneeze and shed tears. It is too unscientific.

"Zhang Xiaofan, you have caused me a lot this time. Maybe after you finish the class, no one will listen to my class in the future."

Zhang Xiaofan knew that Hua Ziling was doubting fasting, but he had absolute confidence in fasting. He believed that those people would sneeze and shed tears after listening to his class.

To be honest, if he said that he would send a text message to Professor Dong alone and make him cry, he might not be able to do it.

Because Professor Dong didn't believe him, his information volume was not that strong, but sending messages to hundreds of people, the amount of information had reached an extremely large state. At that time, Professor Dong would inevitably sneeze and cry.

After a while, Zhang Xiaofan arrived at the playground and first explained the principle of fasting to everyone, and then said to everyone: "Now I want to send you a fasting message. Please turn off your phone and don't stare at the screen of your phone."

A classmate stood up.

"Zhang Xueshen, aren't you going to send a fasting message? If we don't turn on our phones and stare at the screen of our phones, how can we receive a fasting message?"

The classmate's words made everyone present laugh. The classmate's face was so hot that he felt unwilling to accept it.

Zhang Xiaofan smiled and explained to the classmate.

"The fasting information I mentioned cannot be answered with my mobile phone, but must be answered with care. If you sit down as I say, you will receive the fasting information."

A professor next to Professor Dong said, "Professor Dong, that Zhang Xiaofan is said to be very skilled in medical skills. If we listen to him, we will receive information about fasting later."

"We will lose the person when we sneeze and cry, so I suggest we don't listen to him. Later, he will go west and we will go west. What do you think?"

Professor Dong snorted coldly.

"How is that possible? I don't believe that he can sneeze and shed tears when he sits there and says a few words to us, and he can sneeze and shed tears. What a joke."

After Professor Dong finished speaking, he did his own thing.

Zhang Xiaofan started sending messages. The funny classmate was the first to sneeze and shed tears. He felt so excited and cheered.

Others began to sneeze and shed tears. Even the other professors next to Professor Dong were snot and tears, which made Professor Dong feel unbelievable.

"This, what's going on? This is witchcraft, not traditional Chinese medicine at all. Traditional Chinese medicine fasting is definitely not like this."

"Ah Yeh."

Professor Dong was talking, and he sneezed and shed tears. He felt that he wanted to hiccup and was so full that he wanted to rush out.

Zhang Xiaofan took Hua Ziling to Professor Dong.

"Professor Dong, you believe I am better than you now!"

Professor Dong was dissatisfied and was unwilling to admit that it was because Zhang Xiaofan sent a message to fast, which made him sneeze and shed tears.

"Now winter has passed, when I sat in the yard, the cold wind blew, everyone had symptoms of a cold.

So sneezing and crying is a normal phenomenon, which does not mean that it is the function of sending fasting information, nor does it mean that your medical skills are higher than mine."

Professor Dong’s words were justified, but Zhang Xiaofan couldn’t defend himself. Hua Ziling was so angry.

"Professor Dong, I didn't expect that you were old and could not afford to lose. I was talking nonsense. So many people sneezing and crying at the same time. You actually said that they had a cold. Then you go to the thermometer with me and check it one by one, and I don't believe what you said."

Professor Dong stepped over his face.

"Hmph, even if that was his ability just now, just by virtue of this ability, can he mean that he is better than me? I am not convinced at all."

Zhang Xiaofan smiled.

"I never thought of letting you imitate me, because according to my observation, your brain cancer will recur in a few months, and you will leave this world forever. What's the point of letting you imitate?"

Professor Dong was shocked when he heard this. He had brain cancer, but he had never told anyone about it.

Even so far, his wife didn't know that he had brain cancer. How did Zhang Xiaofan know that? This is amazing.

"You, you, how did you know I have brain cancer?"
Chapter completed!