The chalk turned somersaults in the air and hit Ye Wutian's head quickly. Ye Wutian was about to be shot, but when the chalk was only ten centimeters away from his head, Ye Wutian snored loudly.

However, at the same time, his body straightened up with a "whoosh" sound, and his right hand grabbed it in front of him like a conditioned reflex, and the piece of chalk was caught in his hand.

The sensitivity that a master should have.

"Fuck! Which grandson used a hidden weapon to plot against me?" Ye Wutian slapped the table and stood up.

The expressions of the whole class were very wonderful, some were gloating, some were full of sympathy, and of course some were dumbfounded.

"What's wrong with you classmate!" Feng Yong scolded with a straight face.

"Hey, I'm sorry, teacher, I just thought someone was attacking me with a hidden weapon, so I was impulsive. Don't worry, I definitely didn't mean to recognize you as my grandson." Ye Wutian explained with a smile.

Feng Yong's expression changed, his eyes widened and he asked sternly: "I asked you what happened to sleeping in class?"

"Teacher, you don't understand this. As the saying goes, sleeping is also an art. How can you stop me from pursuing art?" Ye Wutian replied solemnly.

Fan Xiaoling next to her was already overwhelmed with anxiety, but Hong Yan seized the opportunity to add insult to injury, "Teacher, this student is not only undisciplined, but also has very bad conduct. Just now during self-study, he shot and injured him.

Several classmates in the class even threw my boyfriend out of the window." Hong Yan actually started sobbing as she spoke, making it seem as if Lu Wenjie was already dead, and just now Lu Wenjie was killed.

When I threw down the window, I didn't see her feeling sad at all.

"What?" Feng Yong slammed the table and said angrily: "Students with bad behavior like you are ruining the reputation of our school. You can get out now. Our school cannot tolerate you."

After hearing Feng Yong's words, many students felt sorry for Ye Wutian. He was expelled on the first day of class. It would make people laugh out loud.

Fan Xiaoling looked at Ye Wutian with despair. She originally thought that Ye Wutian's appearance would give her a new life, but she didn't know that this new life had just begun and ended. And judging from the current form, waiting for Ye Wutian

After Tian leaves, Hong Yan will inevitably intensify her revenge. Is her college life going to end like this? Fan Xiaoling looked sad.

As for Hong Yan, she was naturally overjoyed. Being able to take this opportunity to get rid of Ye Wutian, a serious enemy of hers, made her even happier than picking up gold. When this great revenge was avenged, she was also in a state of embarrassment.

When he got up, he actually turned around and glanced at Ye Wutian triumphantly, and at the same time, he also glared at Fan Xiaoling.

Seeing Hong Yan's frustrated look, Ye Wutian could only shake his head and feel sad for her.

Looking at Feng Yong again, Ye Wutian smiled coldly and asked: "Old bald man, who do you think you are? Are you qualified to expel me? Do you think you run this school? Let me tell you, even if you are the principal,

, if you want to expel me, you have to provide some evidence. Do you believe anything she says? Is it possible that you two are having an affair?"

Although Feng Yong has great power in the school, expelling students is not something he can just say. Just as Ye Wutian said, he must at least provide strong evidence of violations, and he just said that he would

Expelling Ye Wutian was just a momentary remark. At most, it could only scare some students who had no financial resources and were timid. However, it had no effect against a bold guy like Ye Wutian.

Feng Yong's face turned red with anger. After taking a few deep breaths, he nodded and said, "Okay! You want evidence, right?" Then he looked at Hong Yan and asked, "This classmate, what did you just say?

Is there any evidence that he was fighting in the class?"

"Of course, that was seen by all the students in the class." Hong Yan replied confidently.

"Yes, teacher, we all saw it with our own eyes." Several girls standing on the same side as Hong Yan quickly agreed.

Feng Yong raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth. He was about to attack Ye Wutian, but Fan Xiaoling suddenly stood up and said firmly: "Teacher, I can prove that classmate Ye Wutian is innocent. They were the ones who attacked first just now."

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There was silence in the classroom for a moment, and soon a dozen or so classmates came forward to stand on Ye Wutian's side. It was obvious that many of these people had been bullied by Hong Yan and others, or they could not understand the justice of their actions.

After seeing the strong posture shown by Ye Wutian, they, like Fan Xiaoling, have vaguely regarded Ye Wutian as their hope for a new life. Naturally, they do not want to see this hope be wiped out at the moment.

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Hong Yan's vicious eyes swept over the people who came forward for Ye Wutian one by one, as if she was threatening them, and as if she wanted to remember them for future revenge.

Now, with so many people testifying for Ye Wutian, Feng Yong can't do anything to Ye Wutian, but he won't give up so easily.

"Hmph! Putting aside this matter for the moment, how should you explain the fact that you fell asleep in class just now?" Feng Yong asked with a dead face.

Ye Wutian smiled coldly, sat back on the chair, crossed his legs, and said casually: "Even if I don't explain, what can you do to me? If you fall asleep in class, you will be expelled. This is your rule.

Really? Besides, with your limited knowledge, you are not qualified to be my teacher. Do I have to waste my time listening to your lectures?"

After all, he was also a deputy chief physician, and now he was being ridiculed by a student. How could this not make Feng Yong angry? He immediately slammed the table and shouted: "It's really shameless. When I graduated from college, you were not even born yet.

What right does an ignorant and disrespectful student like you have to stay in this school?"

Ye Wutian raised his brows, "You don't have to rely on your elders to show off. You will know if I am a rich scholar or an ignorant one."

"Compare? Apart from fighting, what else can you offer to compete?" Feng Yong mocked with disdain.

Ye Wutian smiled disapprovingly and said slowly: "Since this is a Chinese medicine class, it is natural to compare medical skills."

"You are the only one who wants to compete with me on your medical skills? If you have this ability, why don't you cure your mental illness first?" Ye Wutian's words made Feng Yong find it funny. A young man who had just entered college actually said that he wanted to be with him.

This deputy chief physician is very skilled in medicine. Should we say that he is ambitious, or that he is overestimating his abilities?

There were whispers in the audience. Apparently, many students felt that Ye Wutian was a little too arrogant.

"I think you can't afford to lose. You don't dare to compete with me, right?" Ye Wutian came up with a provocative method. Apart from comparing age with the old bald man in front of him, he was sure to win in any other competition.

"What a shame! Since you want to embarrass yourself so much, then I will help you. What do you mean?" Feng Yong has studied Chinese medicine for so many years, been a doctor for so many years, and taught for so many years. Of course he doesn't think he can

Lost to a young man.

Ye Wutian turned to look at Hong Yan, with a smirk on his face, and said: "This classmate seems to have a lot of hidden diseases, why don't we compare who can diagnose her illness just by taking her pulse.

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Hearing what Ye Wutian said, Hong Yan suddenly looked uneasy. Perhaps as Ye Wutian said, she did have some hidden diseases, or some unspeakable diseases.

Before Hong Yan could refuse, Feng Yong agreed, "No problem."

"Since it's a competition, you have to compete with something. If you lose, how about you call me teacher?" Ye Wutian asked with a smile.

"No problem, but if you lose, then drop out of school." Feng Yong was very confident, as if he was determined to win Ye Wutian.

"Okay, it's settled." Ye Wutian snapped his fingers, stood up from his position, and walked towards Hong Yan, while Feng Yong also stepped down from the podium and came to Hong Yan's side. Seeing the two people walking

Come on, Hong Yan looked a little nervous.

"Since you are the teacher, you should go first." Ye Wutian made an inviting gesture.

"I think it's better for you to come first, lest you pretend that your diagnosis is the same as mine." Feng Yong said uneasily.

Ye Wutian clasped his hands in front of his chest, pretending to be watching a good show, and said, "You don't have to worry about this. If I don't diagnose as many diseases as you, consider me a loser."

"You said it yourself." Feng Yong now only wants to get Ye Wutian out of school, so he doesn't care about what is fair or unfair.

"A gentleman's words are hard to chase." Ye Wutian replied cheerfully.

"Just be ready to pack up and leave." Feng Yong seemed confident. He looked at Hong Yan and said, "Classmate, please extend your left hand."

Hong Yan was still a little hesitant at first, but when she thought that Ye Wutian was about to leave, she no longer had any worries, and she stretched out her left hand and placed it on the desk very cooperatively.

Feng Yong raised his right hand and first used his middle finger to press the Guan pulse on the inner side of the high bone behind the opponent's palm. Then he used his index finger to press the Cun pulse in front of the Guan and his ring finger to press the Ulnar pulse behind the Guan. The three fingers should be in an arch shape and the movements were very standard.

After the location was determined, Feng Yong's three fingers sometimes pressed together, sometimes pressed alone, sometimes floated, sometimes moved, and his expression kept changing with the movements of his fingers, frowning from time to time, and gently from time to time.

nod.

It was not until fifty pulses that Feng Yong slowly withdrew his hand and said, "The pulse is numerous and powerful. It can be pressed lightly, but it can also be pressed hard. It is the real fire pulse. Real fire is the excessive yang energy, which is manifested as

Symptoms such as sore gums, sore throat, sores on the mouth and tongue, thirst and desire to drink, etc. vary from person to person." Feng Yong actually had no idea whether what he said was accurate or not. After all, traditional Chinese medicine is based on the four diagnosis methods: sight, smell, inquiry, and incision.
Chapter completed!