The Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine of Zhonghai University is affiliated to Zhonghai Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital. Most of the students who come out of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine will work in the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital.

But the situation is not very good, because there are very few students in traditional Chinese medicine and even fewer students with talent.

It’s not that the teaching teachers are not good enough, but that the decline of traditional Chinese medicine has dispelled the enthusiasm of this group of students.

There may be teaching reasons, but more of it is the decline of traditional Chinese medicine.

Because it was the first day of teaching, Jiang Feng came to Zhonghai University early. Compared with his school's business, Zhonghai University undoubtedly has a longer history.

Standing in front of the gate, what comes to mind is the heaviness of history. Looking at it, there are many buildings inside China Overseas University that do not conform to this era, which is quite ancient.

Jiang Feng admired and came to the office building. If he hadn't known his identity, he would easily regard him as a student in Zhonghai. The teachers who connected him to him were confirmed repeatedly before he took Jiang Feng to the office of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Office.

"I heard about Daming for a long time, just call me Zhao Hongdou. I teach diagnosis."

Zhao Hongdou is a middle-aged teacher in his forties. He wears a pair of thick black-framed glasses. He looks a bit old-fashioned, but he is indeed versatile in his words, which is in sharp contrast to him.

"Although I didn't go to the conference hall of the Chinese Medicine Hospital in person, I could see Teacher Jiang's style even when I watched the broadcast.

Senior Yang is right, there are talents in the country, and new people will be replaced by old people."

Jiang Feng smiled: "It's the first time I come to Zhonghai. I will need Teacher Zhao to help you in the future."

"It's easy to say, we are all teachers and teach Chinese medicine. This is the case.

But Teacher Jiang, will he be nervous when he teaches for the first time?

Our Chinese medicine children are actually not easy to take care of."

Zhao Hongdou's words were inexplicably moved.

Jiang Feng nodded: "I'm still a little nervous. After all, I just graduated now.

I have also read the information of this group of students, and it is indeed a bit difficult to deal with."

In the past few days, Jiang Feng has really made preparations. The group of Chinese medicine children, few motivated students, are mostly just stumble and plan to graduate and make a job in Chinese medicine hospitals.

There are also students from a family of traditional Chinese medicine who are forced to learn traditional Chinese medicine by their elders, which itself has greatly discouraged their enthusiasm, so it is difficult to take care of them.

While talking, Jiang Feng came to the office under Zhao Hongdou's leadership.

There are four teachers in the room.

An old peddler should be a professor.

A middle-aged teacher who also wears glasses.

The two beautiful female teachers are both middle-aged.

The rest are Zhao Hongdou and Jiang Feng. There are six traditional Chinese medicine teachers who teach different subjects respectively.

"This is our new colleague. I believe you should have heard his name, Jiang Feng, the new generation of needle king."

The teachers in the room looked at Jiang Feng in unison.

The old peddler quickly withdrew his gaze and lowered his head to read.

The middle-aged teacher's face turned cold, he looked up and down at Jiang Feng, and snorted coldly: "Zhonghai City Needle King?

Haha, what a big name.

You should know that traditional Chinese medicine is not only acupuncture. Acupuncture is powerful, and others may not work. Moreover, even if you are a genius, it has nothing to do with preaching and teaching."

"Han Sheng, I think you are jealous of others. Teacher Jiang is young and promising. He defeated Yang Shijie and Mr. Yang in an open and upright manner. No one dares to deny this.

Where were you when Teacher Jiang was treating illnesses and saving lives?

If you are not as skilled as others, don’t be noisy here.”

"Han Mei, don't flatter you, what's wrong with you here?

Or are you interested in this little guy?

Haha, don’t be your dream of spring and autumn. You must be clear about how old you are."

"Don't fart."

Han Mei has a hot temper. Although she is middle-aged, her figure and skin are well maintained. She is angry when she hears this. Another young woman next to her teacher said lightly: "Anoisy, you two quarrel every day, and there is no time for you to calm down for a day.

Now that Teacher Jiang has come, he thought we were a vegetable market, so could we be a role model?"

"Lu Hong, don't be proud of your awesomeness."

The man called Han Sheng sneered twice and pointed his finger at Jiang Feng again: "Jiang Feng, right? I know you, you are very famous in Zhonghai City recently.

Especially in the Chinese Medicine Association, I am doing well, but I don’t know what your relationship is with Mr. Qin. Mr. Qin supports you to this level.”

"Stop quarrel."

The old peddler who never spoke said dissatisfiedly: "Do you still have a role model? You have to go outside and make arguing."

As soon as the old scholar spoke, Han Sheng glared at Jiang Feng and stopped talking.

From beginning to end, Jiang Feng always stood outside the door without saying a word.

He is still in a daze, grandma's bear, and I will provoke whoever I want.

Are there so many people in this world who are jealous of me as powerful?

Are you thinking about my beauty?

Jiang Feng looked at the four people in the house. This mountain was quite complicated.

Zhao Hongdou laughed dryly from the side: "Teacher Jiang, this is your desk."

Jiang Feng's desk is next to Han Mei.

Han Mei nodded at Jiang Feng kindly, then lowered her head to prepare before class.

“What course do you want to teach?”

The old scholar looked at Jiang Feng: "There are three things left now, including history of traditional Chinese medicine, pharmacology, and diagnosis."

"Didn't someone teach the diagnosis?"

Jiang Feng looked at Zhao Hongdou next to him, and the guy's desk was next to him.

Before the old scholar could speak, Han Sheng sneered: "One subject is broken, you don't understand this principle. How did you learn Chinese medicine?

Also teach?

Didn't you do your homework before coming?"

Jiang Feng was puzzled. Is this Han Sheng a dog? He couldn't let go when he grabbed him and bite him?

Immediately replied: "Why are you everywhere? What are you doing for?

headmaster?

Even the principal, you should be too concerned.”

Jiang Feng is really right about this. He is a Chinese medicine teacher from China Overseas, but in fact he is not under the jurisdiction of the president of China Overseas University, but directly under the control of the Chinese Medicine Association and the leaders above.

"Hehe, Teacher Jiang, don't pay attention to him, he is just a mad dog."

"Han Mei!"

Jiang Feng shook his head. Han Mei and Han Sheng should have a very good relationship. It seems that they are 80% kinship.

But he really didn't plan to pay attention to Han Sheng, looking at the old peddler: "Senior..." "Just just call him Mr. Huang."

Zhao Hongdou came out to explain the situation: "Her Huang is a professor of traditional Chinese medicine and works in the traditional Chinese medicine hospital. Most of the matters in the traditional Chinese medicine department are managed by Huang Lao."

Jiang Feng nodded, thought for a while and said, "I will teach the diagnosis."

“Haha, diagnosis?

It's so shameless."

Jiang Feng frowned slightly and turned his head to look at Han Sheng.

Han Sheng's arrogant attitude came to an abrupt end. Jiang Feng's eyes were obviously very calm, but in Han Sheng's eyes, it seemed like he saw a tiger.
Chapter completed!