Chen Qiaomu looked at Xu Wendong in disbelief, feeling a tidal wave surging within her.
Previously, she had been angry and disappointed because Xu Wendong deceived her.
But she had never expected, even in her dreams, that Xu Wendong would co to the lecture hall as a specially appointed senior honorary lecturer.
But...
Was this real?
Did he really transform from an unknown nobody into a specially appointed senior honorary lecturer in the Departnt of Traditional Chinese dicine?
Why did all of this feel so surreal?
Of course, it wasn’t just Chen Qiaomu who was shocked; the students in Xu Wendong’s previous class were also stunned, feeling as if they had seen a ghost.
A guy nad Zhang Wei nervously swallowed a gulp and looked at Huang Pangzi: "Fatty, Xu Wendong wasn’t bragging, he really beca a senior honorary lecturer in our departnt!"
Huang Pangzi was dumbfounded.
Back in the dormitory, Xu Wendong had ntioned that he was a senior honorary lecturer in the school.
At first, they thought Xu Wendong was just boasting.
Now it seed that everything he said was true.
Yet.
Even believing that Xu Wendong was a senior honorary lecturer felt like a fantasy tale.
In fact, not only did Xu Wendong’s classmates feel this way, but everyone present also found it unbelievable that a senior honorary lecturer in the departnt could be so young.
He looked just like a freshman or sophomore.
Did he really master the mysterious, difficult-to-learn "Mysterious Gate Ghost Hand" Old Liu spoke of?
Liu Chunyang stepped aside a ter, handing the microphone to Xu Wendong: "Mr. Xu, please say a few words to everyone."
Xu Wendong smiled and nodded, walking confidently to the microphone. Although young, he exuded an aura of calmness, as if Mount Tai were collapsing around him without changing expression.
Not to ntion anything else, this spirit alone made many feel inferior.
After all, sitting in the audience were all teachers and students from the Departnt of Traditional Chinese dicine.
There were thousands of them!
"Hello everyone, my na is Xu Wendong, and I’m honored to stand here as an honorary lecturer to et you all."
"I also hope that I have not let down the expectations of Old Liu."
He wore a faint smile, confident and charming.
Instantly, he won the hearts of many young female students.
After all, he was quite handso himself.
Not to ntion so confident.
"Let’s get to the main point!"
Xu Wendong looked at the crowd below: "I have a question for everyone: How many years has Western dicine been in our country?"
"Before Western dicine entered our country, how did our ancestors heal bone fractures?"
"You don’t need to answer these two questions."
"Just think about them."
He paused for a mont and then continued: "What I want to say is, even though traditional Chinese dicine is now in decline, we dical practitioners must rember the contributions Chinese dicine has made to our country."
"Without traditional Chinese dicine saving lives, our nation would not have endured to the present."
"To quote a phrase from the internet,"
"Chinese dicine is the coolest!’’"
As soon as he said this, applause erupted in the lecture hall.
They believed in Chinese dicine.
They loved Chinese dicine.
That’s why they chose to study Chinese dicine.
To help spread Chinese dicine far and wide.
Xu Wendong’s words resonated with them.
Xu Wendong gestured for calm, and once the atmosphere settled down, he continued: "However, the rise and fall of Chinese dicine cannot be determined by a loud slogan alone."
"It still depends on whether our skills are strong enough."
"If our skills are even sharper than a scalpel,"
"Who would dare underestimate us?"
The room again filled with discussions and applause.
The lecturers and professors in the audience all showed satisfied expressions, although they still didn’t know whether Xu Wendong’s abilities were truly as magical as claid.
But one must admit, this guy really knew how to set the mood.
"Enough with the chatter, let’s dive right into it!" Xu Wendong glanced at Lin Zhonghai on the stretcher bed: "It is known that Director Lin has thirteen broken ribs. Next, I will personally use the Mysterious Gate Ghost Hand to heal his fracture and injury."
"The Mysterious Gate Ghost Hand has three key principles."
"They are speed!"
"Accuracy!"
"And strength!"
"Especially the finesse of finger technique."
He walked to the stretcher bed and unbuttoned Lin Zhonghai’s shirt, revealing a horrific chest. Through the close-up on the big screen, one could see multiple depressions in his chest where ribs had been broken.
It looked unbearable; even Huang Pangzi showed an awkward smile.
"Director Lin, please bear with it," Xu Wendong smiled as he said this to Lin Zhonghai.
Lin Zhonghai felt like crying.
Actually, he did not want Xu Wendong to treat him, but the school leadership called, hoping he would contribute to dical science. With the conversation going that far,
Could he refuse?
Then Xu Wendong placed both hands on Lin Zhonghai’s left chest. He pressed Lin Zhonghai’s chest with his left hand and extended his right thumb, index finger, and middle finger, directly grasping a broken rib.
Click!
Accompanied by a faint cracking sound, Lin Zhonghai’s broken rib returned to its place, causing him to let out a painful scream, almost fainting from pain...
Countless people gasped.
Xu Wendong’s speed was too fast, so fast that it was almost impossible to follow with the naked eye, which made people exclaim in amazent.
As a result.
Many took out their phones, turned on their caras, and began recording the healing process for future study and reference.
"You couldn’t see clearly, right?" Xu Wendong laughed at the crowd: "If that’s the case, then I’ll break down the actions and show them to you all in detail."
"But, this will be a bit uncomfortable for Director Lin; it might be a bit painful."
"Can you handle it?"
Looking at Xu Wendong’s gentle and courteous smile, Lin Zhonghai wanted to curse him. He knew Xu Wendong was deliberately getting back at him for wrongfully accusing him of being a thief.
But wasn’t taking revenge a bit too obvious?
Despite this, Lin Zhonghai forced a smile and said: "It’s fine, I can handle it. I’m willing to contribute to the advancent of dicine."
"Your noble character is sothing everyone should learn from!" Xu Wendong smiled on the outside, yet inside he thought otherwise: How could you call yourself noble when you falsely accused of being a thief?
If I don’t make you suffer a bit, I’d be letting myself down.
With that thought, Xu Wendong pressed again, three fingers on Lin Zhonghai’s sunken chest, pinching his rib through the flesh. This was a tornting process for Lin Zhonghai.
He clenched his teeth, striving not to let out a pained cry, veins bulging on his face, making him look fierce and terrifying.
He thought Xu Wendong would reconnect his broken rib.
But he never expected the other to release his hand and then look at the audience, uttering a line that broke him: "Did everyone see my actions clearly just now?"
"Is anyone willing to co on stage to try it out?"
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