The teachers exchanged glances, no longer doubting Ye Qingqing. Just a few pats and she could make someone sleep like a log; such methods couldn't possibly be the work of a fraudster, and her medical skills must be quite advanced.
After half an hour of massage, the head of the teaching department fell into a deep sleep, his snoring growing louder and louder.
A teacher woke the principal up. He looked around blankly. He had been sleeping so soundly. He hadn't slept so comfortably in a long time. But he quickly came to his senses, his face flushed, and he cursed himself for being so unreserved. How could he sleep in front of so many people!
And there were women involved, which is really inappropriate.
"Director, please stand up and walk around," Ye Qingqing said.
The head of the teaching department obediently took a few steps, his expression growing increasingly delighted. His waist was as flexible as an old tree sprouting new buds, unlike his old waist at all. It was as if it had been wound up, and he moved with the speed and lightness of a swallow. He hadn't felt like this in many years.
"It's so easy, so incredibly easy. I can even play basketball now, haha... You're a miracle worker!" The head of the teaching department praised her repeatedly, his eyes filled with more admiration as he looked at Ye Qingqing.
He admires people with real skills; he was judging people by their appearance just now.
Ye Qingqing smiled slightly, "Director, you flatter me. I wouldn't call myself a miracle doctor, but I'm slightly better than an ordinary doctor. Moreover, your back injury requires continuous treatment. One massage is not enough. You need at least three courses of treatment, with each course lasting one month."
"Okay, okay, I'll go to Meng's Hospital to register for your appointment." The dean of students nodded repeatedly. As long as his back could get better, he would treat it for at least three years, let alone one. This old back was driving him crazy.
"Director, you are very busy and your time is precious, so there is no need to go to the hospital to register. I will teach Wuchen the massage method and have her massage you when she has time. I will prepare the pills and have Wuchen bring them to you. This will save you trouble."
Ye Qingqing was trying to curry favor with him, and she genuinely respected a good teacher like the Dean of Students, so she didn't intend to make money off him. Instead, she wanted Wuchen to be on good terms with the Dean of Students, so that if he got into trouble again in the future, she would at least have some leeway!
"That won't do, I still have time to see the doctor." The head of the teaching department was quite embarrassed, but secretly pleased, feeling ashamed of his previous disdain for Ye Qingqing.
"You are Teacher Wuchen, you are completely worthy of this title." Ye Qingqing's tone was sincere, which made the head of the teaching department feel extremely comfortable.
At Ye Qingqing's insistence, the head of the teaching department agreed to let Wuchen give him regular massages; as for the treatment fees—
“It’s only right for Wuchen to show respect to his teacher. The massage is free. As for the pills, you can give him 100 yuan per course of treatment. Three courses will cost 300 yuan. You can give him the pills after your back is healed. There’s no rush now.”
Ye Qingqing originally planned not to accept any money, but then she thought that wouldn't be good, so she decided to accept a small amount as a token gesture. She couldn't be too obvious in her flattery; she had to be more reserved.
"How can it be one hundred yuan? It has to be calculated according to the hospital's charging standards. You can't let me make a mistake." The head of the teaching department disagreed; he couldn't do anything that went against his principles.
Ye Qingqing's expression became even more sincere. "Director, I won't lie to you. One hundred yuan is just the cost price of the medicinal herbs. I don't want to make money off you. Charging just the cost price is enough. Besides, I don't make money treating other good teachers either. My husband is the main earner. I treat patients just to pass the time. I don't rely on this for a living."
The dean of students was easily fooled by her, and since flattery always works, he was in a good mood and agreed on a whim.
Ye Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief, finally managing to curry favor with this important figure. She then looked at the other teachers and said with a smile, "I think the other gynecologists and andrologists are quite skilled as well. Would you like to have your pulse checked?"
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