And so, Jia Dongxu was tormented by the old Chinese medicine doctor for more than two hours, and all the silver needles he brought were used on his body, making him look like a hedgehog from a distance.
"I'm not sick, I'm really not sick."
As the traditional Chinese medicine doctor removed the needles, Jia Dongxu's eyes were vacant, and he kept repeating this sentence to himself.
The old Chinese medicine doctor seemed to have anticipated Jia Dongxu's words and patiently explained to the people in the ward: "This mental illness, also known as brain disease, makes him think he is normal and others are not, so he often says that I am not sick."
"Doctor, how many treatments will he need in his condition?" Xu Damao asked cheekily.
The last time the old Chinese medicine doctor came, he boasted that he could cure the disease in one treatment, but he was proven wrong in just a few days.
So, to be on the safe side, the old Chinese medicine doctor stretched out his palm and shook it: "At most one course of treatment. When he stops saying he's not sick anymore, then he's truly cured."
After finishing his sentence, the old Chinese medicine doctor stroked his goatee and sighed, saying, "It's not that my medical skills are lacking, but this is the first time I've encountered such a stubborn disease, and it's quite troublesome."
"I'm sick, I'm really sick."
Upon hearing the old Chinese medicine doctor's words, Jia Dongxu suddenly changed his tune.
If saying you're not sick is a sign of illness, then it's normal for you to say you're sick, right?
"Get treatment as soon as you're sick!"
Xu Damao raised his hand and gave the old Chinese medicine doctor a big pat, then chuckled and saw him out of the courtyard.
......
The next day.
As soon as Chen Jun arrived at the cafeteria, he heard a crackling sound coming from the loudspeaker.
"Hello, hello?"
"Responding to the national call and cooperating with the national literacy campaign..."
Wow!
Even the rolling mills have received the notification, so it seems to be a nationwide event.
The announcement over the loudspeaker was similar to what the clerk said yesterday: we should actively participate in the literacy campaign, and the factory would set up two illiterate classes so that those who had nowhere else to study could go there after get off work.
I don't know about the other workshops, but the canteen seems to care a lot about it; they're all talking about it while picking and washing vegetables.
The main reason is that Chen Jun has written books and earned royalties, so the people in the canteen have realized the importance of reading and literacy.
There wasn't much going on in the cafeteria today, so Chen Jun spent some time slacking off in the office before clocking out.
With about ten days left before the banquet, Chen Jun planned to use this time to redecorate the house and see if he could build a separate bathroom so that he could use the toilet and take a shower at home, whether it was winter or summer.
However, Chen Jun still had no idea how to make the changes, so he planned to ask Captain Jia of the renovation team tomorrow.
Back in the courtyard, Chen Jun was preparing dinner when Liu Haizhong burst in.
"Chen Jun, it's Tuesday today. Are you going to class or is Lin Yao going to class?"
Attend class?
Chen Jun then remembered that Monday and Wednesday were his third uncle, Friday and Saturday were Yi Zhonghai, and Tuesday and Thursday were himself or Lin Yao and He Yushui.
Seeing Lin Yao still doing her homework, Chen Jun replied, "Second Uncle, this is the first lesson of the literacy class, so we should find a professional teacher."
The implication was that Liu Haizhong should go find the Third Uncle Yan Bugui.
“I contacted him, but Lao Yan said he only handles Mondays and Wednesdays, and doesn’t care about the rest of the time.” Liu Haizhong chuckled twice. “You know, Lao Yan is stingy and afraid of being taken advantage of, so I can only come to you.”
"This is a task assigned from above, and we must complete it carefully."
In the entire courtyard, Liu Haizhong couldn't find many educated people. Yan Bugui was unwilling, and he didn't want to look for Yi Zhonghai. After thinking it over, he still felt that Chen Jun was the most suitable.
"Okay, I'll go after I eat."
"By the way, it'll be dark soon, how are we going to solve the lighting problem?" Chen Jun asked.
"Don't worry, as the head of the literacy class, I've already solved the lighting problem. I'll just run a light bulb from my house to the yard," Liu Haizhong said proudly, patting his chest.
What is that??
A literacy class teacher?
Chen Jun was taken aback for a moment, and asked with some confusion, "Second Uncle, where did this director come from?"
“The literacy class has students and teachers, but it also needs a director!” Liu Haizhong said earnestly. “Old Yan is a teacher and is not suitable to be the director, so I have to be the director to solve problems for the literacy class.”
Forehead......
After hearing the explanation, Chen Jun's lips twitched involuntarily.
What kind of bullshit is this "solving your problems"? You're just craving an official position, aren't you?
Why do you need a director for a small literacy class? Why don't you just appoint a principal?
You know what, I actually thought about it in my bangs.
But the title of principal sounded too high-ranking, and Liu Haizhong felt it was too ostentatious, so being a director was just right.
More than half an hour later, Chen Jun came to the yard with a few sheets of paper.
Because of the light bulbs, the backyard was quite bright, barely enough to make it suitable for holding classes.
I glanced around and saw that only a handful of people had come to class.
Seeing this, Liu Haizhong explained that everyone hadn't finished dinner yet, but they would all be there soon.
After waiting for about ten minutes, almost everyone had arrived.
"Oh dear, even mental patients are attending classes?"
Xu Damao sat down next to Jia Dongxu with a carefree attitude, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
Dealing with Jia Dongxu has now become Xu Damao's source of joy; he feels restless if he doesn't find fault with him every day.
"snort!"
Jia Dongxu glanced at Xu Damao and moved the wheelchair forward a little.
Others might come to learn on a whim, but Jia Dongxu is definitely there for the serious purpose of attending class.
Because he wanted to write books, to write books like Chen Jun.
He's been resentful of losing to Xu Damao last time, so he hasn't been idle lately.
Self-study was too slow; it would take forever to learn anything. The literacy class solved this problem for him.
Jia Dongxu felt that the reason he hadn't been able to write anything was because he didn't know enough characters. He believed that as long as he knew enough characters, he would definitely be able to write something, and then he could earn royalties like Chen Jun.
If the Jia family, which has lost its workstations, produces a writer like him, his status will be elevated infinitely, and everyone will have to look up to him.
"Alright, everyone be quiet." Liu Haizhong, sitting in the front row, called out in a serious manner, "Stand up."
"Say, 'Hello, teacher!'"
This technique was learned from the Liu brothers, Liu Guangfu and Liu Haizhong, and he used it directly in the literacy class.
The other residents clearly didn't understand what was going on, but they still stood up obediently and followed suit, saying "Hello, teacher."
"Um, we don't need to be so formal, and you don't need to call me teacher, just call me by my name," Chen Jun said to everyone, feeling a little embarrassed.
"Teacher, I am reporting Jia Dongxu for disobeying discipline."
After everyone was seated, Xu Damao suddenly raised his hand and said, "Everyone stood up and greeted the teacher, but Jia Dongxu pretended not to hear."
"Xu Damao, I'll knock your grandpa's out!"
Jia Dongxu was so angry he wanted to run Xu Damao over with his wheelchair.
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