Lu Ping knew that Li Wenxuan was learning traditional Chinese medicine from his father, so she didn't ask any more questions. She just looked at the books on the table with some worry.

The two girls sitting in the front row of the classroom were also muttering through gritted teeth.

"Xiaoli, it's all your fault! Who was it that told me back then that the basics of traditional Chinese medicine were easy to learn?"

"I thought it was easy to learn, but think about it, it talks about the basics. Who would have thought that the basics would contain so much content?"

"Xiaoli, there's something I've never understood."

"What?"

“We’ve known each other for so many years, and in my memory, you’ve always looked down on traditional Chinese medicine, thinking it was a scam. Why would you choose to take this course?”

“My mother told me that we can learn from others’ experiences, and that traditional Chinese medicine must have its merits to have survived for so many years. She told me not to be as narrow-minded as my father, who believed that only Western medicine could save lives.”

I thought about it carefully, and what my mother said makes sense. Traditional Chinese medicine is definitely not as bad as my father says; otherwise, how could it have survived from ancient times to the present? You are just like the author of this book.”

At this point, Xiaoli patted the books on the table.

"He's the class representative! No matter how much my dad shouts all day, he's just the head of a department in a small hospital, barely able to perform a few surgeries. He can't catch up to him even in twenty years."

The classmate next to him looked at this childhood friend with some suspicion.

She felt something was wrong. With her classmate's stubbornness, which was so strong that not even ten oxen could pull her back, how could her mother possibly change her mind with just a few words?

"Xiaoli, something's not right with you. Tell me, what happened during the holiday?"

"Let's talk about it later." Xiaoli sighed inwardly. She knew her good friend would definitely see through it.

Just then, someone walked into the classroom. Xiaoli looked closely and felt somewhat surprised.

Is this person a student or a teacher? Why is he wearing a military uniform and a military cap?

Despite being a student, the aura he exuded was something no student could possibly possess.

You might call him a teacher, but he looks way too young.

Then she watched as the person walked into the classroom and went straight to the podium to sit down.

Lu Ping, who was sitting in the third row, was stunned the moment Li Chu walked in.

Why is it Uncle Li? Isn't he a soldier? Why is he here to teach us?

She quickly patted Li Wenhui, who was looking down at a book, and said, "Wenhui, Wenhui, look who's that."

Upon hearing this, Li Wenhui raised her head and looked towards the podium. Li Wenxuan, who was sitting next to her, also raised his head at this moment.

When the siblings saw the figure sitting on the platform, their mouths gaped open wide enough to fit a fist.

When Lu Ping saw the siblings' reaction, she realized that they were also kept in the dark. This Uncle Li was really something, keeping such a thing a secret.

Li Chu glanced at his watch on the podium; it was almost time. He looked up at the students below, and of course, he saw Wen Hui and Wen Xuan's gaping mouths and their indignant eyes.

He cleared his throat and said, "Hello everyone, I am your teacher for the course 'Fundamentals of Traditional Chinese Medicine,' my name is Li Chu."

The students sitting below were all taken aback when they heard this, and then they all looked down at the book cover, where the author's name, Li Chu, was clearly printed.

"Yes, that's right, the book you sent out was written by me."

For these students, being able to write books, especially textbooks like these, makes them incredibly impressive!

Many of them didn't really understand what the class monitor meant or what kind of role they played, but that didn't diminish their admiration for them.

After the noise below subsided, he continued, "Many people may wonder why I'm wearing a military uniform. That's because I am a soldier. My main job is being a soldier. Giving you lectures is just a side job, and it's the kind of side job that doesn't pay me!"

The students below laughed.

Li Chu raised his hand and pressed it down. After everyone's laughter subsided, he continued, "Alright, students, what is our course? It's the foundation of Traditional Chinese Medicine. So what exactly is Traditional Chinese Medicine? It uses four methods—inspection, auscultation and olfaction, inquiry, and palpation—to diagnose and treat illnesses, thereby understanding the condition, making a correct judgment, and then giving patients targeted drug treatment. Acupuncture and massage are also commonly used treatment methods in Traditional Chinese Medicine."

Li Chu paused here, looked at the table in front of him, and realized that he had forgotten to bring a teacup when he came over, which made him, who loved water, extremely uncomfortable.

When he looked down at the podium, Li Wenxuan saw it and knew that his father was looking for a cup.

Thinking of this, he stood up, took his jar, placed it on the table on the podium, and walked back.

The students looked at Li Wenxuan in surprise. He really thought it was a good idea to give his own jar to the teacher.

Just when they thought the teacher was unlikely to use it, Li Chu reached out and picked up the jar his son had brought him and started drinking. The water was at the perfect temperature, and he gulped it down a few times.

The students looked at the teacher in surprise, and then at Li Wenxuan.

Li Wenxuan sat back in his seat as if nothing had happened and continued reading with his head down.

Li Chu took a few sips of water, put down the jar, and continued speaking.

Of the hundred or so people in the classroom, apart from Li Wenhui and Lu Ping, everyone else thought the actions of the teacher and student were too strange.

One dared to offer a gift, and the other dared to drink it directly. To be honest, they had never seen anything like it before.

Fortunately, it was Li Wenxuan who brought it up. If it had been Wenhui, who knows what these students would have thought of.

Before they could think any further, Li Chu had already begun his lecture.

"During the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods, the basic theory of traditional Chinese medicine had already taken shape. Subsequent dynasties summarized and developed it on this basis."

It embodies the experience and theoretical knowledge of the ancient Chinese people in their struggle against diseases. It is a medical theoretical system that gradually formed and developed through long-term medical practice under the guidance of ancient simple materialism and spontaneous dialectical thought.

Traditional Chinese medicine has had a profound influence on countries within the Chinese character cultural sphere. For example, the medicine of Japan, South Korea, and even the medicine of Southwest China are all based on traditional Chinese medicine.

As Li Chu was speaking, he saw a student behind him raise his hand.

He waved to the student, signaling him to put his hand down.