Under everyone's gaze, the cut on He Shen's hand healed at a speed visible to the naked eye!
As a test subject, He Shen felt it the most deeply. His pupils trembled and he was filled with shock. As a doctor, he knew better than ordinary people what such an amazing therapeutic effect meant!
The people sitting below were so shocked that they gasped, and some could not help but stand up from their seats and stretch their necks to look at the stage.
Xue Huan: "Thank you, Mr. He, for helping me test the medicine. You can return to your seat now."
After He Shen sat down, Xue Huan said, "Everyone has seen the effects of the rejuvenation pills. There are nine pills left in the bottle. Let's auction them together. The starting price for nine pills is one thousand taels. Everyone can bid now."
It was too troublesome to auction them one by one, so Xue Huan simply auctioned them all at once.
The same goes for Yangyuan Dan.
After the previous amulet bundle auction, many smart people had already reacted and formed an alliance in a short period of time. They pooled their funds and had one of them bid to compete with wealthy families such as Ye Diao, Fang Xingjian, Jin Que and Nan Tang.
As for how to distribute the pills after getting them, that is an internal issue of the alliance.
"Number 29 bid 100,100 taels. Is there anyone who can offer a higher price?" Xue Huan asked.
No one responded.
Xue Huan: "One hundred thousand and one hundred taels once, one hundred thousand and one hundred taels twice, one hundred thousand and one hundred taels three times. Congratulations, guest number 29. This bottle of Yang Yuan Dan is yours!"
She made the final decision.
Number 29 was Nan Tang. His eyes met Xue Huan's in mid-air. His originally indifferent face suddenly melted away like ice and snow, revealing a smile that pierced the clouds and the moon, which was amazing.
Xue Huan retracted her gaze, walked out from behind the auction table, and bowed to everyone. "Thank you all for coming. This charity auction has concluded successfully."
After leaving the auditorium, the guests split into two groups. One group followed the staff to the backstage to pay and pick up the goods, while the other group walked out while discussing with each other.
Some of them were invited to the dean's office midway.
It was Feng Xian, He Shen, Zhou Ao, Mei Jiqin and other technical talents who were the teachers Xue Huan had chosen.
They were all very confused and didn't know why Miss Zhao invited them and others to the dean's office after the auction, but they went anyway.
The dean's office is located in the building east of the teaching building. It has two rooms, an inner and an outer room. The outer room is about 50 square meters and is used to receive guests, while the inner room is where Xue Huan works and rests.
On the right side of the entrance is a set of wooden sofas, which are carved from huanghuali wood. They have exquisite grain and smooth lines. They are covered with soft cushions and throw pillows and dolls.
The cold and hard style blends harmoniously with the soft and cute style.
In front of the sofa is a coffee table with fresh fruits and snacks on it.
Beyond that is a shelf with jade antiques, potted plants, and rare stones neatly arranged on it. There aren't many things, but each one is a treasure. The shelf also serves as a partition, and inside is a small tea room.
The decoration is elegant and simple. In the warm and delicate mutton-fat jade vase, there are a few bright red plum blossoms, emitting a faint and cool fragrance.
There is a low table with a chessboard on it on the couch facing the window on the south side.
On the west side is a large bookshelf, which is as high as the ceiling. There are many books placed on each layer, including storybooks, travel notes, classics, history, commerce, agriculture, trade, and medicine, covering all walks of life. Many of the books cannot be found outside.
There is a lazy sofa and a small desk in front of the bookshelf, where people can sit here and relax and enjoy reading.
There was a door on the north side that led to the inner room. On the empty wall hung a painting of a young girl, so lifelike that she seemed to be walking down from the painting.
There was no charcoal pot in the room, but it was warm as spring.
After Feng Xian and the others were invited here, the staff made tea and served it to them. "The president will be here soon. Please wait a moment. If you need anything, you can call me at any time."
After saying this, the staff retreated to the door.
Feng Xian was attracted by the picture of the girl on the north wall at first sight. He walked over to look at it carefully. The more he looked, the more surprised he was. The person in the painting was so lifelike, as if it was a copy of a real person.
I wonder how this is done?
He Shen came to the tall bookshelf.
Zhou Ao walked to the window. On the table in front of the window was a miniature garden landscape, only half the size of the table. Inside, there were pavilions, towers, winding corridors, small bridges and flowing water, which was extremely beautiful.
Mei Jiqin was attracted by a zither in the tea room. The tail of the zither was charred black. Could it be the legendary charred-tail zither?
Legend has it that Cai Yong, a famous writer and musician in the Eastern Han Dynasty, rescued a piece of unburned paulownia wood with an unusual sound from a raging fire when he was "fleeing to the rivers and seas and traveling far away to Wuhui".
He made a seven-stringed lyre based on the length and shape of the wood. When played, the sound was clear and beautiful. Because the tail of the lyre still had burn marks, he named it "Jiaowei".
Among all musical instruments, Mei Jiqin's favorite and the one he is best at is the zither. He has long been yearning for the legendary famous zithers. Now that he sees a zither that looks like it has a burnt tail, how can he not be excited?
But without the owner's permission, she dared not move. She could only stand by, watching intently. The more she looked, the more she felt that this zither was ordinary yet extraordinary. It seemed as if she could faintly hear clear melodies from it.
The others were more reserved, sitting obediently in their chairs and not daring to move around.
Especially Cao Hu, a rough guy, was afraid that he would break something by accident.
Finally, Xue Huan came over, and when they saw her, everyone in the room subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.
"Sorry to have kept you waiting."
Cao Hu and the others stood up from their seats. "No, no, we just waited for a while."
Xue Huan smiled and said, "Everyone, please sit down. Don't be shy." She pulled a stool and sat in front of everyone. "I'm sure you're all curious why I invited you here. To be honest, I'd like to invite you all to become teachers at the Three Diseases Academy."
Everyone: “???!!!”
Surprise and shock were the feelings of everyone at the moment.
Only Zhou Ao, who knew about this matter in advance, was relatively calm.
Father Tang, who was sitting quietly in the corner, was frightened. "Xiaoxian, are you kidding us? I'm just a bamboo weaver. How can I be a teacher?"
Cao Hu echoed: "That's right. I, Cao Hu, am a simple man who can't even read a single word. If I were to be a teacher, I'd be worse off carrying bags at the docks."
Although the others didn't say anything, their expressions more or less expressed the same idea.
In their perception, only those who are well-versed in classics and knowledgeable can be teachers, like the retired Taifu Mr. Feng Xian.
Xue Huan took a sip of tea and said, "Please listen to me first. Sanhuan Academy is different from ordinary academies. It is a school specifically for orphans. Its purpose is to teach students a skill to make a living so that they can earn money to support themselves. And you are all the best in your respective fields."
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