How could he admit in front of his classmates that he was not good enough!

What an international joke.

It has to be done even if it’s not possible!

Lin Yi smiled and nodded. "Teacher, I know you're fine. I can tell you're healthy by the way you walk. It's just that it's okay to drink these supplements occasionally, but you can't drink them every day like you do! You're fine now, but if you keep drinking like this in the future, your body won't be able to handle it."

He Chongming quickly asked, "How...how do you say that?"

"Although supplements are good, they are harmful if consumed in excess! Teacher, it's okay to drink occasionally, but you must pay attention to moderation. At your age, if you exercise more, eat healthy foods, have a regular diet, maintain a normal sleep schedule, and maintain a relaxed mood, you will be fine."

"Also, if you want to improve your health and if Shi Li can let you drink less of these supplements, I might be able to help you."

He Chongming's eyes lit up instantly, but for the sake of face, he had to try hard not to be too exaggerated.

He is now a little bald, and his health looks okay, but he knows that he is weak inside. No matter how many supplements he drinks, it feels like he is leaking something, especially in that aspect.

To be honest, his wife is well maintained, has a good figure, is not ugly, and is also very charming, but he is unable to do anything for her!

As a result, he is extremely anxious every night. When he is anxious, his stuttering becomes more serious. It is a vicious cycle. If it weren't for the recent competition between Lin Yi and others to adjust his mood, he would have become emo long ago.

"Teacher, my mother works in the hospital. One of her colleagues has a secret recipe passed down from generation to generation that can strengthen the body. My mother has a good relationship with her, so I can ask her for some. It seems to be a small plaster. You can stick it on your belly button every night before going to bed. You don't need to take any medicine. A course of treatment is half a month, and the effect is immediate."

Lin Yi made more than a dozen small plasters specifically for his class teacher, as a way to repay him for his cultivation over the years.

He had accumulated enough experience points and finally upgraded his medical skills to level three. Now it was very easy to treat Lao He, who had an unspeakable illness.

"In a few days, my family will bring you a course of treatment. You can try it first. If it works, don't tell anyone. My mother, as a colleague, doesn't want to spread the news."

He Chongming's face was full of excitement and flushed.

"Okay, I understand, I understand."

"The teacher doesn't know how to express his gratitude... Thank you!"

Lin Yi smiled and waved his hand: "Teacher, this is just a small favor, don't take it to heart. Now that I think about it, I've made you worry a lot during these days in Mingde, so this is my way of repaying you."

"By the way, teacher, here's this for you. If you follow this exercise, it will be much easier for you."

Lin Yi took out a note from his pocket and handed it to He Chongming.

"Then I'll go in first!"

Afraid that He Chongming would feel embarrassed, Lin Yi turned around and went into the box.

He Chongming opened it and saw that it was a plan for treating stuttering written by Lin Yi for him.

There is Morita therapy and psychological intervention. Lin Yi wrote down clearly what kind of medicine He Chongming should take, and what occasions he should practice pronunciation and speaking in. He even suggested that if the effect was not good, he could consider taking medicine.

When a teacher has a stutter, it really brings a lot of inconvenience to his teaching.

But the more anxious you are, the worse it gets, creating a vicious cycle.

He Chongming's eyes suddenly turned red.

Judging from the location of the box, he was very lucky to meet a student like Lin Yi.