Everyone was stunned by Ye Qingqing's words, forgetting the silver needles in her hand, and looked curiously at the robust headmaster.

The reason why the Dean of Students was able to earn the glorious title of "Iron-Faced Yama" was not only because of his "ruthless and cold-blooded methods," but also because of his strong physique and vigorous spirit. Even though he was nearly sixty years old, the Dean of Students was still in better spirits than young men.

They often launched surprise attacks in the dead of night, staking out the back gate of the school to catch students who sneaked back over the wall at night, or breaking up couples by the lotus pond, or checking the dormitories for students who didn't return home at night...

These are all physically demanding jobs, and you can't possibly handle them without a good physique. Many young teachers complain about being tired, but the Dean of Students does it all year round, maintaining a state of combat almost every day. Under his almost militaristic and strict management, the school spirit of the Normal University is still quite good.

Of course, there will be a few fish like Li Shanxing who slip through the net. After all, the school is too big and society is too complex. It is impossible to guarantee that the pool of water is all clear. It is already quite remarkable to be able to maintain clarity and understanding to the greatest extent possible.

The teachers thought Ye Qingqing was talking nonsense again. The dean of students was in good spirits. The night before last, he had led them to stake out the back gate of the school and caught more than a dozen students who had climbed over the wall in the middle of the night. They were so drunk that even the dean couldn't recognize them.

How could such a strong director possibly get sick?

Absolutely impossible!

The head of teaching was shocked. Ye Qingqing's first words hit the nail on the head. In recent years, his mental state had indeed deteriorated year by year. Things that used to be easy to do were now extremely difficult for him. But he would not show it. What his colleagues and subordinates saw was always his most energetic self.

Ye Qingqing gave the head of teaching another acupuncture treatment. This time, the acupuncture was not for treating dizziness, but for relieving fatigue. It would make people feel relaxed and energetic in a short time, but it was only a temporary solution and could not cure the root cause.

"Doctor, this is because you have too much dampness in your body. It's not an illness. Everyone has dampness in their body, but some people have less, and you have more. This is related to your lifestyle and eating habits. You must often stay up late, right? And you don't like to eat vegetables, fruits, and whole grains, right? You prefer to eat meat and refined grains, right?"

With each question Ye Qingqing asked, the head of the teaching department looked even more shocked.

He felt that his previous thoughts were somewhat flawed; this woman might not be mentally ill, but perhaps a charlatan.

Otherwise, why would she be right about everything?

She knows exactly what he likes and dislikes to eat. He just doesn't like vegetables, fruits, or whole grains. He has to have meat with more fat than lean meat at every meal, because that's what makes him feel good.

When he was young, he wanted to eat meat but couldn't. He ate radishes, cabbage and sweet potatoes every day and got tired of it. Now that his living conditions are better, he naturally wants to eat better. He doesn't even want to look at coarse grains like corn, sorghum and millet. He only wants to eat fragrant and refined grains. Moreover, he feels that he is in good health. He doesn't need to go to the hospital all year round, and his physical examination data is always good.

Most of the other people his age had high blood pressure, high cholesterol, and high blood sugar, but he didn't, so the head of the teaching department ate even more heartily. However, it's true that his spirits have declined in recent years. He thought it was just the ravages of time, but according to Ye Qingqing, he was actually sick.

Once the illness is cured, will I be as energetic as before?

The head of the teaching department's eyes lit up, and he suddenly hoped that Ye Qingqing really had some skills, and was not just a big charlatan.

His greatest wish is to have students all over the world, and as long as he is healthy, he can work until he is eighty years old.

"Are you a doctor?" the head of the teaching department asked.