Chapter 78 Chapter 78 He is a genius
Luxin is a medical genius.
At least that's how Lu Jianghai introduced his grandson.
But what does this have to do with Shen Miao?
That day, after coming out of Lu Jianghai's office, Shen Wanshan asked Shen Miao to take the registration form back and change to a new tutoring school.
Vice Principal Lu Jianghai had always hated Shen Wanshan since he was a child. Teacher Qin Xiaokun was his apprentice and had also been rejected by him. Letting his granddaughter stay in such a school was like sending a lamb to the mouth of a hungry wolf.
It's still a small matter to make things difficult for her with trivial matters, but what if someone deliberately fails to teach her well and makes things difficult for her, then wouldn't her these few months be wasted in vain?
So Shen Wanshan accompanied him to complete the withdrawal procedures that day.
No matter how powerful the grandson of the Lu family is, it has nothing to do with me. The road is wide and we should go our separate ways. We should just keep out of each other's way.
But Lu Jianghai is the vice-president of a tutoring school after all, and he was once the chief physician of the Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, so naturally his connections are spread throughout every corner of this industry.
In the process of searching for other tutoring schools, Shen Miao discovered that all the medical tutoring schools in Yu City had some connection with him.
The director of a certain school is Lu Jianghai's student; the teachers of a certain school have to call him "Uncle Shi"; the practice location of a certain school is a certain department of the Provincial Traditional Chinese Medicine Institute, and the doctors there are all Lu Jianghai's former teachers...
So even if Shen Miao changed schools, as long as Lu Jianghai had bad intentions, he would always find a chance to attack her.
Bang!
Shen Wanshan slapped the table hard, shaking the water cup: "How ridiculous! Does he really think he can cover the sky with one hand?!"
Worried that he might get too angry, Shen Shansheng quickly used a palm leaf fan to fan him, "There's nothing we can do. We live in a society where favors are important, and he has so many students, so we have to give him some face."
Shen Wanshan has lived a clean life and has never cared about these things, but Shen Shansheng knows.
It's like he has been the village chief for decades. Although the position is not high, the village chiefs of each village know each other. Even if he is not from other villages, he can ask them to help him do something.
Helping Shen Wanshan to refill the glass with water, Wang Dongmei asked tentatively: "It shouldn't be that serious, right? After all, we know each other and there is no conflict of interest. It has been decades. Will he really make things difficult for us?"
"You don't understand, everyone in the Lu family is so strong," Shen Wanshan waved his hand, and got a headache when he thought of the past, "Why haven't I interacted with his family for so many years? It's because I can't stand his way."
It is not good to have a competitive spirit, because when you cannot compare with others, your heart will be blinded by jealousy and you will do many shameful things.
Before they met the Shen family, the Lu family's medical skills were well-known in the present-day Tonghua District, which was once the Three Streets and Six Alleys. It was not until they witnessed the Shen family's exquisite acupuncture techniques and came into contact with the medical skills of the old man of the Shen family that they realized that they were just frogs in the well who had never seen the world.
When Shen Wanshan was in his teens, they often visited each other.
Every time the old man of the Shen family took Shen Wanshan to the city to buy medicine, he would go to the Lu family to sit down; when the old man of the Lu family went out to see patients, he would also bring Lu Jianghai to the Shen family clinic.
The Lu family's old man wanted to learn more new knowledge from the Shen family's old man and exchange some experiences, but Lu Jianghai's goal was to surpass Shen Wanshan and prove that he was better than him.
"I have read the fifth chapter of Treatise on Febrile Diseases and Miscellaneous Diseases, on the pulse and symptoms of febrile diseases and their treatment. How about you?"
"Twenty-four chapters on the diagnosis and treatment of malaria."
"I remember that you don't know many words. Many characters in Shennong's Herbal Classic are in traditional Chinese. If you don't understand, you can ask me."
"Thank you, I have already learned it. I can use pinyin for the words I don't know."
"I've been practicing moxibustion recently. The effect of the moxibustion on the patient last time was quite good. How about I teach you?"
"No, I've been practicing fire needles recently."
It's like this every time.
Whenever Lu Jianghai thought he had climbed to the mountainside and could overlook Shen Wanshan, he would find that he was actually waiting for him at a higher place, blowing the cooler mountain breeze from the heights.
But the more indifferent he was, the more unwilling and angry Lu Jianghai became.
Until one day, in order to slow down Shen Wanshan's pace, Lu Jianghai secretly hid his exercise book, hoping that he could surpass him just once.
As a result, his exercise book fell into the water, and the notes he had worked hard on for a year or two were soaked into a pulp. Shen Wanshan then realized that he was not his best friend, but his imaginary enemy, the opponent he had tried so hard to defeat.
In order to win, Lu Jianghai can do anything.
Today it could be a notebook, but tomorrow, will you realize you can’t climb a mountain and try to flatten it?
So in Shen Wanshan's opinion, Lu Jianghai was the kind of person who there was no need to contact.
Thinking of these old things, Shen Wanshan just waved his hands tiredly: "Forget it, forget it, at worst we won't sign up for the class. It's not like we can't take the exam if we don't sign up for the class. Aren't there students who have taken the exam without signing up for the class?"
"Yes, our Miaomiao is so smart, there is no problem for her to study on her own." Shen Shansheng followed.
Shen Miao usually likes to gossip and watch gossip. If she could see this kind of drama where enemies meet on a narrow road, she would definitely gossip from beginning to end.
And this time, she not only wanted to watch, she even wanted to participate.
After some careful consideration, Shen Miao said to them solemnly: “Grandpa, Dad, I want to touch them.”
Avoiding is naturally the easiest solution, but it also comes at a considerable cost.
After studying the Xinglin Medical Assistant exam papers for the past few days, Shen Miao discovered that the qualification exam was not as simple as she had imagined. The practical part was still okay, as she had enough experience to cope with it, but when it came to the exam involving knowledge theory, she had no idea.
She has a lot of knowledge in her mind, just like a room full of things. She needs someone to give her some advice and help her organize them into categories.
Of course, one person can eventually sort it out with hard work, but the process will inevitably waste a lot of time.
"Since we are moving to the city to open a clinic, and we are both studying medicine, we will run into him sooner or later. If he really wants to make trouble, even if we hide this time, we will not be able to escape next time."
Shen Wanshan didn't have to hide, he just wanted to protect her and didn't want Shen Miao to be affected by the bad luck of the Lu family.
But now that she herself is not afraid of trouble and wants to stand up, Shen Wanshan will naturally not stop her.
"How do you want to touch it?" Shen Wanshan asked.
Shen Miao straightened her back: “Sign up for their Xinglin Medical Assistant’s cram school and be a classmate with Lu Xin to see who’s better!”
Love to compare? Then let's compare~
After all, she was raised by Shen Wanshan since she was a child. Since Shen Wanshan did not lose that year, she would definitely not embarrass him.
If she continued to lose, she would like to see if Lu Jianghai dared to make a fuss again and continue to compete with her.
Moreover, she was confident that even if Lu Jianghai wanted to use any tricks, she would be able to deal with it.
At least it's better to be under his nose. Knowing what he will do is better than being stared at by him all the time.
"Have you thought it through?" Shen Shansheng asked.
"Um."
"That Lu Xin is a genius." Shen Shansheng confirmed to her again.
Shen Miao snorted disdainfully: “Tsk, what’s wrong with being a genius, who isn’t a genius?”
Since she was a child, Shen Wanshan praised her for her talent in medicine. She knew medicinal materials at the age of three and knew acupuncture at the age of seven. At the age of 25 this year, she has nearly 20 years of experience in curing diseases and saving lives, so she does not think that she is inferior to other geniuses.
Shen Shansheng admired his daughter's confidence, but he was also worried that she would be too confident.
Shen Shan was not very curious in his life, but this time, after knowing about Lu Jianghai and Shen Wanshan, he also curiously inquired about some things about "river water":
Lu Xin, Lu Jianghai's only grandson, is also the future heir of the Lu family.
I heard from others that Lu Jianghai often kept him with him when he was a child, and when he was teaching medical skills to his apprentices, he would let him learn by observation.
I thought his situation was similar to Shen Miao's, but the title of "genius" has only been circulated in the past two years.
Lu Xin’s academic performance was not good and he was asked to drop out of high school.
After leaving school, he went to help out in the clinics of Lu Jianghai's various apprentices. Not long after, word began to spread in the circle that Lu Xin had a talent for studying medicine, but he just didn't take it seriously before. If he really calmed down and studied medicine, his future would definitely be limitless!
So this year Lu Jianghai asked him to attend Xinglin Medical Auxiliary School as an auditor, and then he could take the examination in Traditional Chinese Medicine when he turned 18.
The reason why he is a genius is that he got full marks on almost every test paper.
Some people said that he had a keen sense of smell and could separate mixed herbs even with his eyes blindfolded; some people said that he had a keen sense of touch and could tell the weight of something by pinching it with his fingers; some people said that he was very observant and could tell the signs of illness just by looking at a person’s face…
Anyway, after he attended the last tutoring course, the rumors that he was a genius became more and more widespread.
Everyone said that he would not only be the successor of the Lu family, but also the hope for the future development of traditional Chinese medicine.
After listening to what Shen Shansheng had inquired about, Shen Miao scratched his head: “Is he really that powerful?”
"I don't know, but think about it, he can master so much theoretical knowledge in just one or two years, so he must be very smart."
Shen Miao curled her lips, “Being smart can still be discouraged.”
Although my grades weren't that good, they weren't to the point where I should be asked to drop out, but I couldn't rule out the possibility that he just didn't like studying like I did.
"How about it, do you still want to touch it?" Shen Wanshan asked.
It hasn't been long since the military order was issued. How can we regret it immediately?
No matter how powerful Lu Xin is, she is not afraid!
Shen Miao: “Bang!”
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The day Shen Miao went to Xinglin Medical Auxiliary School to register again was also the day she moved into Qin He’s house.
Xinglin Medical Auxiliary Hospital is not far from Qin He's home. It is separated by three main streets and can be reached in about ten to twenty minutes on foot.
In order to welcome Shen Miao to move in, Qin He asked her aunt to tidy up the room early.
This is the bedroom where Luo Jialin once lived.
Seven or eight years ago, Luo Jialin moved out after the police station allocated him a room. In addition, he was busy with work and had not been home for a long time. He only came back every few days to have a meal and left after that.
The room has been empty for many years, but it still retains the breath of life:
The table with books, the washed sheets, and the two pots of green ivy on the window... The last time Luo Jialin went home to find a sandbag for his leggings, he hung the skipping rope he used in high school on the back of a chair. When he opened the door, he thought it was some student's room.
"Grandma, I'd better live in the study. I can just set up a camp bed and sleep there."
“The study is so small, and the sunlight is not good, how can we live in it?” Qin He pulled Shen Miao into the room, bent down and gently stroked the light pink bed sheet, and said in a gentle voice, “Anyway, your uncle will not come back to live here, so the room will be empty anyway, so you can just live there peacefully.”
"I've asked Auntie to change your bed sheets and quilt covers. Do you like them?"
Shen Miao nodded cautiously, “Yeah.”
The four sets of bedding were all new, and after being washed and dried, every flower on them exuded the scent of sunshine, which was very nice. There was a newly bought mirror on the table, and next to it was a box of vanishing cream and a hand cream. There were also many black rubber bands and hairpins in the open small wooden box, all bought by Qin He for her.
Although Shen Miao was going to live in her house permanently, she did not bring too many things with her. Apart from three or four sets of clothes for changing, all of them were medical books.
She had already thought about going home once a week, changing a few sets of clothes and buying a few books. After all, this was not her own home, and it would not be a good idea to bring everything with her at once.
After signing up and moving things for the whole morning, Shen Miao was a little tired. After having lunch with Qin He, she returned to the house to take a nap.
It was so strange, Luo Jialin hadn’t lived at home for many years, and his quilt covers and bed sheets had all been changed, but Shen Miao could still faintly smell his scent.
Not the him now, but the him when he was in school.
It was a very faint scent of soapberries, like the smell on a washed white shirt, very fresh and sunny, completely different from the formal Luo Jialin now.
Closing her eyes, Shen Miao seemed to be able to imagine him when he was seventeen or eighteen years old, full of energy and vitality.
Shen Miao guessed that he must have loved playing basketball in high school, because she could smell a hint of leather...
Shen Miao slept until three o'clock in the afternoon. After getting up, she took out her books and pens from her bag and started to review.
Tutoring classes are similar to going to school. There are entrance exams, and students are divided into classes based on their grades. Classes are then scheduled based on the classes.
The day after tomorrow is the day for the class placement test. Shen Miao hasn’t taken an exam for a long time, so naturally she has to study extra hard.
Shen Miao did the test paper she got from Xinglin Medical Assistant last time again, and then analyzed and annotated it according to the answers above.
She used Luxin's test paper.
She was not so petty that she would deliberately avoid Lu Xin just because she knew he was Lu Jianghai's grandson. On the contrary, she thought that the saying "know yourself and know your enemy" was more correct. Only by understanding Lu Xin's thinking better could she clearly understand the gap between him and herself.
I have to say, it’s not without reason that so many people say he is a genius.
His answer was very mature, and he considered many possibilities. It takes at least many years of experience to think so thoroughly. But after all, he was only 18 years old, so there were still a few mistakes, but it was rare for him at his age.
I just don't know how good his diagnostic skills are.
After writing furiously for the whole afternoon, Shen Miao's ballpoint pen ran out of ink. She hadn't rested much for the whole afternoon and felt that her brain was almost turned into paste. In addition, there were only a few pages left in her draft book, so she prepared to go out to the stationery store to buy some and walk around to relax.
Two blocks north is the No. 1 Middle School. It is school dismissal time at 6pm, and students in school uniforms pour out like a tide, wanting to go home quickly to eat and then continue their night self-study.
There are quite a few students in the stationery store next to the school. Most of them come to buy stationery. Some gather at the door to pick out soda and popsicles, and some squeeze in front of the big pot waiting to buy spicy hot pot to fill their stomachs.
This boss really knows how to do business. He can always make money from students.
"Buy me an old popsicle, and a bunch of fish balls and shrimp balls."
"I want shrimp balls too. I want shrimp balls for my meatballs."
"Bring me a pack of instant noodles and fried chicken tendons."
"What are you standing there for? Do you need me to urge you again?"
Shen Miao was originally trying out the pen in her hand, and that impolite command suddenly caught her attention.
Looking in the direction of the voice, Shen Miao saw several boys in school uniforms gathered together with their arms around each other, only one of them was following timidly, holding a small cloth bag for money in his hand.
"I didn't bring that much money today." The boy pursed his lips and replied weakly.
The leading boy disagreed, "Then why don't you just not eat it?"
This time, not only Shen Miao, but many others glanced at them with a weird look.
The boy didn't say anything, but silently took out the money and gave it all to them.
Watching them run to pick up the spicy hot pot, no one present stood up for the boy. Instead, some people looked him up and down with contempt when passing by him.
Shen Miao: ???
No. 1 High School is a very good high school. How could bullying happen in such a good school?!
After a while, the boys each held a plastic cup with skewers in it. When they were walking out, not only did one of them bump into the boy behind him, but the boy also bumped into the one in front of him.
Wow!
The soup and meatballs, which were covered with a layer of oil, splashed all over me.
The student who hit others disappeared in a flash, but the boy couldn't escape and became the target of his anger.
"Are you f*cking blind? I just changed my clothes today."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."
"Saying sorry is useful? How can I wash off the oil stains?"
"I, I'll take it home and wash it for you, okay?"
The boy didn't want to make things too awkward in the stationery store, so he dragged him out of the store like a chicken.
During this time, no one tried to stop it and the stationery store owner pretended not to see it, as if school bullying was a common occurrence here.
Coming out of the stationery store, Shen Miao and a few curious students followed him out, wanting to see what these little wolves in sheep's clothing were going to do.
The boy was pulled into the alley next to him, and the boy with soiled clothes kicked him on the leg.
The boy was not prepared and stumbled and fell into the corner.
He did not resist, but gritted his teeth and endured the humiliation.
"You're so @#￥%#￥%..."
“@#￥%…#@￥% is so cheap!”
Being too far away, Shen Miao couldn’t hear clearly what they were scolding him, she only saw that after they scolded him for a few words, another one of them also kicked him in the stomach.
He hit people and he even acted cool on purpose, kicking him like a gangster in an action movie, then pinching his neck and raising the corners of his lips in a charming way.
There were quite a few people standing at the entrance of the alley watching, and just like in the stationery store just now, no one was willing to come forward to help.
That’s too much!
Shen Miao was just about to go over and teach them a lesson, when suddenly, a force from behind pushed her to the side, and the next second, a black figure shot at those people with a "whoosh" like an arrow shot out of a bow.
"Mom#￥%!"
The boy who came later kicked the man so hard that he almost sent him flying.
Other students were wearing blue and white school uniforms, but he was wearing a black short-sleeved shirt and jeans. He looked like he was not a student of No. 1 Middle School. The cursing tone he spoke was like that of a fearless little hooligan.
It's really ironic that when students in school start fighting, the little hooligans in society come to their aid.
After all, the little gangster was alone and was no match for those students. He fought back and forth at the beginning, but after a few rounds, he was pinned to the ground and beaten.
Seeing the scene getting more and more chaotic, Shen Miao cleared her throat and shouted at them: “You guys! Which class are you from?!”
Shen Miao placed the notebook and pen beside her, deliberately lowered her voice a few notes, and occasionally mixed in a few words of dialect when she spoke: "You didn't go home after school, and you bullied your classmates here, right? Who is your class teacher? I have to talk to her later and call all your parents one by one!"
At first, seeing that Shen Miao was not very old, I thought she was meddling in other people’s business, but once her half-baked Mandarin came out, coupled with the sonorous tone of each word… Well, she was either a history teacher or a politics teacher, or she might be the new head teacher who was transferred to teach Chinese.
When they heard it was the teacher, the students gathered at the entrance of the alley scattered like birds and beasts. The students who had started the fight grabbed their clothes and bags and ran away quickly, fearing that they would leave any evidence that would lead to her discovering their class.
Coming to them, Shen Miao briefly checked their injuries, "Are you okay?"
"It's okay," the boy nodded gratefully at her, "Thank you, teacher."
Shen Miao smiled: “I’m not a teacher, I was just pretending.”
She had a good reputation and had given herself the identity. She had originally wanted to pretend to be a student's parent, but considering that she was not old enough, it was more reliable to pretend to be a teacher.
The boy was a little surprised.
Well, you pretend quite well.
Another boy who stood up for him glanced at Shen Miao, helped him pack the books in his schoolbag, and then pulled him up from the ground with one hand, “Didn’t I tell you that if anyone wants to bully you, tell me my name?”
The boy wiped the blood from his nose with the back of his hand and said, "I'm fine. I just don't want to cause you any more trouble."
"Trouble? We are all family, what do you mean by trouble?"
After stuffing the bag back into his arms, even though he was beaten badly, the boy still said stubbornly: "Don't be afraid, even if I don't go up, we are still good brothers. I, Lu Xin, am too far away, but I can still protect you!"
Lu...Xin?
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