The entrance to the Basic College building was bustling with activity. Perhaps because it was the first day of school, many students were rushing into the building, some walking and some running.
Zhuang Rui couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "The learning atmosphere at Peking University is really good; students listen to lectures as if they're in a battle."
Standing at the entrance of the School of Basic Medical Sciences at the medical university, Zhuang Rui reached out and grabbed a male student, saying, "Excuse me, student..."
"What are you asking? Dude, hurry up, if you get in late you won't even get a standing room, let alone a seat..."
The boy with the pimples on his face rushed into the building before Zhuang Rui could finish his question. However, Zhuang Rui was still holding onto his clothes, so he simply grabbed Zhuang Rui's hand and led him to the trapezoidal classroom on the first floor of the building.
Zhuang Rui was a bit dumbfounded. What was going on here? Before he could react, the helpful guy had already pulled him into the classroom.
The trapezoidal classroom was quite large, somewhat like a small auditorium. The semi-circular trapezoidal tables and chairs surrounded the podium in the middle. At this time, most of the people were already seated inside. After the male student pulled Zhuang Rui into the classroom, several people in the front row immediately waved to him.
"Dude, you're in luck. Come on, let's sit in the front..."
Zhuang Rui smiled wryly upon hearing this. He had originally intended to ask how to get to the History Department, but who knew this guy would be so enthusiastic, not only pulling him into the classroom but also saving him a seat.
Prestigious universities regularly invite celebrities to give lectures, which are very popular among students. However, there are more people than seats, so someone has to go early to reserve a spot. But such things usually happen between male students with ulterior motives and female students who are just beginning to experience romantic feelings.
Zhuang Rui spent four years as an undergraduate, always reserving seats for his dorm's few freaks or their girlfriends. He never expected that after changing schools for graduate studies, he would enjoy the same treatment.
Zhuang Rui didn't know which expert had been invited to give the lecture. As soon as he entered the classroom, people swarmed in behind him, scrambling to claim the best spots. Even if Zhuang Rui wanted to retreat now, he couldn't. He could only wait until everyone was seated before trying to leave.
"Hey, Mengzi, who is he?"
The people who were originally seated saw their classmate bringing over someone they didn't recognize and asked curiously.
"I don't know either, buddy. What's your name? How about it, you'll get a seat with us, right?"
The student named Mengzi scratched his head, looked at Zhuang Rui, and looked very smug.
Zhuang Rui said with a helpless expression, "My name is Zhuang Rui, but... I'm not from the medical school, and I'm not here to listen to any expert lectures. I just grabbed you because I wanted to ask you how to get to the history department..."
Chapter 782 Speech
"You...you want to ask for directions?"
When Mengzi heard Zhuang Rui's words, his mouth gaped open so wide it could fit a duck egg. The others nearby were also speechless with astonishment.
After a moment of silence, a deafening burst of laughter suddenly erupted from the point centered on Zhuang Rui.
"I'm laughing so hard, buddy, Mengzi, you're amazing..."
"Zhang Meng, if you're going to bring someone along, bring a female classmate. This guy definitely isn't interested in traditional Chinese medicine..."
"Yeah, I'm seriously questioning your sexual orientation now, Mengzi, you'd better tell me the truth..."
The laughter of Zhang Meng and his classmates echoed in the lecture hall, attracting the attention of many people. Curious people naturally asked about it, and soon the news spread throughout the entire lecture hall.
This incident will be posted on Kyoto University's campus network as soon as the lecture ends, becoming one of the best jokes of the year at Kyoto University.
Seeing everyone burst into laughter, Zhuang Rui wasn't angry. He had been that age too, and the whole thing was genuinely funny. That classmate named Zhang Meng was just too careless.
"Dude, I'm sorry, you know I'm just an impatient person, I'm really sorry..."
Zhang Meng blushed with embarrassment as everyone laughed at him. After realizing what had happened, he quickly apologized to Zhuang Rui, explaining that he had been too hasty and had pulled Zhuang Rui into the classroom before he could finish speaking, which had caused this misunderstanding.
"It's nothing, looks like I won't be able to attend my class today..."
Zhuang Rui glanced back, looking somewhat helpless. Fortunately, the "General Introduction to Chinese Archaeology" class wasn't taught by Professor Meng; otherwise, Zhuang Rui's mood would definitely be even worse now.
Upon entering the classroom and seeing the red banner hanging inside, Zhuang Rui already knew that this was a lecture on traditional Chinese medicine given by a vice president of the military medical university at the invitation of Peking University.
Because this professor is a highly respected figure in the field of traditional Chinese medicine in China, many medical students flocked to the lecture more than half an hour before it was scheduled to begin, fearing that they would miss out on a seat if they arrived late.
Zhuang Rui felt incredibly wronged. He had only wanted to ask for directions, but now, looking back, the classroom was already full of people, and even the corridor was packed with people, so he couldn't get out.
"Hey buddy, what name do you want? I'll take you to the history department later..."
Zhang Meng scratched his head a little embarrassedly, but then asked with some surprise, "By the way, you're a history student? How come you don't know the way?"
Although Zhuang Rui doesn't look very old, after a few years of working in society, his mature demeanor is quite obvious. At least he doesn't look like those eighteen or nineteen-year-old freshmen. But if he were an older student, it would be strange if he couldn't even find his way around the school.
"Hi, my name is Zhuang Rui. I'm a graduate student who just got in this year. Peking University has so many gates, I don't even know how I ended up here. I'll have to find a map later..."
Zhuang Rui laughed self-deprecatingly. If word got out, his situation would be news. Getting lost for two days in a row, he didn't know whether to say that Peking University was too big or that Zhuang Rui was too stupid.
"I'll take you on a tour of Peking University later, and I guarantee you won't get lost again next time..."
The people nearby chuckled, and Zhang Meng volunteered to take Zhuang Rui to familiarize himself with the various colleges of Peking University.
As soon as Zhang Meng finished speaking, someone next to him chimed in, "Mengzi, you're most familiar with the roads around the art department, right? So, did you manage to win over that junior you've been pursuing for half a year?"
"Yes, yes, hurry up and confess..."
The crowd joined in the commotion, and Zhuang Rui seemed to have returned to his college days, joking with Wei Ge and the others. The events of yesterday were still vivid in his mind, only the scene remained the same, but the people were different.
Zhuang Rui enjoyed this feeling; missing one professional class wasn't so important anymore. However, Zhuang Rui still hoped that the lecture later wouldn't be too technical, since he knew practically nothing about medicine.
However, Zhuang Rui brought his archaeology books with him, so if the lecture was boring, he could treat it as a self-study session.
Outside the lecture hall, people were still pouring in. Zhuang Rui looked back and saw that at least four or five hundred people had entered the classroom, which could seat two or three hundred people. This showed how popular the expert from the military medical university was.
On the stage, some people had already started adjusting the microphones and lecture slides. About ten minutes later, an elderly man with a full head of white hair, but who was unusually vigorous, walked from the side door of the classroom to the stage.
"Classmates, let me introduce myself first. My name is Zhou... um, that banner is correct, those are the three characters..."
Professor Zhou's words elicited a burst of good-natured laughter from the students; teachers with a sense of humor are the most popular with students.
"I'm so happy to be here at Kyoto University. Standing here, I feel younger..."
Today's lecture is divided into two parts. The first part is that I will talk and you will listen. Well... this is called rote learning, but it will only last for five minutes, which is only one-twelfth of the lecture. I think everyone can tolerate it, right?
The second stage is a Q&A session. Everyone can share their unique perspectives on the current state and development of Traditional Chinese Medicine, as well as their own. I know that Peking University has a philosophy of "freedom of thought and inclusiveness," and I hope to learn something from this lecture...
The white-haired professor's speech elicited thunderous applause in the lecture hall. None of the students present had expected that this expert, who held such a prominent position in the medical field, would speak so humbly and humorously.
Zhuang Rui, who had expected to hear a dry lecture, was also charmed by the professor's humorous language. He put down his "General Introduction to Chinese Archaeology" textbook and looked up at the podium.
"This...isn't this Dean Zhou?"
After seeing the face of the expert on the stage, Zhuang Rui was stunned. This person was actually the president of the People's Liberation Army hospital that Ouyang Jun had taken him to last time. Zhuang Rui still clearly remembered what President Zhou said when he took Qin Xuanbing's pulse. He did not expect that he was actually the vice president of the military medical university.
There's nothing strange about that. That hospital is an affiliated hospital of a military medical university, and many of the doctors there are lecturers or professors at the university. They become teachers once they take off their white coats.
However, the fact that Peking University was able to invite a major general to give a lecture to the students is quite impressive. It should be noted that there is a big difference between the military and local governments. Inviting Dean Zhou would probably be much more difficult than inviting a provincial party secretary.
"Alright, five minutes are up. I haven't broken my promise, have I? Now it's time for questions..."
While Zhuang Rui was still in a daze, five minutes passed. Dean Zhou only gave a brief introduction to the origin and current status of traditional Chinese medicine without going into a deep explanation. Even Zhuang Rui, who was from a completely different field, understood it.
"Professor Zhou, you are the leading figure in modern acupuncture in China. Could you please tell me what conditions acupuncture is suitable for? And how can acupuncture be used to quickly alleviate symptoms?"
A female student in the audience raised her hand and asked a question. These students were all quite professional. Even if they weren't studying traditional Chinese medicine, they wouldn't ask such a silly question as comparing traditional Chinese medicine with Western medicine. This question had been asked countless times, and there was really no need to explain it again.
"For young people, acupuncture is the most practical... Students, listen carefully, it's practical, not just applicable..."
The elderly man on the stage smiled wisely, deliberately keeping everyone in suspense for a moment before continuing, "For young people who care about their appearance, the most practical application of acupuncture is naturally weight loss. And I'm talking about professional acupuncture, not the quacks in those beauty salons on the street. Students, please don't get confused..."
As soon as Professor Zhou finished speaking, the classroom erupted in laughter. For these privileged students, their age and the learning environment made them particularly averse to dogmatic theories and prefer lighthearted and humorous lectures.
Although Professor Zhou is not young, he does not have the dogmatism of the older generation. He speaks freely and expresses profound thoughts in simple words, making the students in the classroom think while laughing.
"Acupuncture? Should I audit some acupuncture courses?"
As Zhuang Rui listened to Dean Zhou's speech from below the stage, he pondered something to himself.
The reason Zhuang Rui has been able to get to where he is today and create such amazing wealth lies in those eyes that are full of spirit.
However, the function of Zhuang Rui's eyes is not limited to identifying antiques and healing injuries... that should be the greatest function of these eyes. Furthermore, through experiments on several elderly people, it seems that this spiritual energy also has an extraordinary effect on prolonging life.
However, Zhuang Rui was cautious by nature and did not have the Buddhist idea of compassion for all mankind. He did not want to be a superman to save all mankind. He only wanted to use his spiritual energy on his relatives and friends. However, for the sake of secrecy, he could only use it when others were asleep. This greatly limited his abilities.
Zhuang Rui could naturally enter his mother's bedroom and help Ouyang Wan recuperate while she was asleep.
However, he couldn't conveniently enter the bedrooms of celebrities like Xu, Zhuang Rui's sister, and his sisters-in-law. This meant that even with his own relatives, Zhuang Rui couldn't take care of them.
If Zhuang Rui learns acupuncture, he will have a legitimate reason to practice it. Of course, this will only work if someone dares to let Zhuang Rui use his needles.
However, this problem can be solved gradually. We can start by testing it on the arm; comrades like Peng Fei and Ouyang Jun can serve as lab technicians first. ...
"Achoo! Oh my god, who's been talking about me again?"
Back in Zhuang Rui's courtyard house, Ouyang Si Shao, who was fighting with his son for milk, suddenly sneezed violently, causing his son to wail loudly. Xu Da Mingxing naturally wouldn't stand for it, and the house immediately descended into chaos.
Chapter 783 Trampling Incident
"Thank you, students. Today's lecture has come to an end. I hope that in the near future, we can switch places, and the students in the audience can stand here with me to share your creations and insights. Thank you all." An hour passed quickly, and the audience erupted in prolonged applause. All the students stood up and applauded this wonderful lecture.
Zhuang Rui also felt that the trip was worthwhile. From what Dean Zhou had just said, even a novice can learn to perform acupuncture on some less important acupoints on the body, provided that someone is willing to do so.
Just as Zhuang Rui was still deep in thought in his chair, the classroom became a bit chaotic. Because there were too many people today, the students in the back had to squeeze to the front to get autographs, while those sitting in the front also got up from their chairs and rushed to the podium.
"Students, please be quiet and proceed in an orderly manner. Professor Zhou is getting on in years and cannot sign autographs for everyone. Please do not push..."
When a teacher noticed the scene was getting chaotic, he immediately picked up the microphone and said something. Ironically, if he hadn't said anything, things would have been fine, but his words only made the crowd push even harder, because if they were late, they wouldn't get any autographs.
Zhang Meng, who was sitting next to Zhuang Rui, also took a notebook and stood up from his chair. Since there were people in front and behind him, Zhang Meng simply climbed onto the chair, stepped on the back of the chair in front of him, and prepared to climb over to the front row.
Whether Zhang Meng slipped or was bumped, Zhuang Rui looked up and saw the guy fall like a mountain collapsing.
Zhang Meng was quick-witted enough to protect his face with his hands, but his body slammed heavily onto the chair in front of him. He could only let out a cry of pain before falling sideways onto the steps between the two rows of seats.
The corridor was crowded with people. When they saw someone falling, they instinctively moved aside, creating a space so that Zhang Meng could fall solidly to the ground.
I don't know if Zhang Meng didn't check the calendar before leaving home this morning, or if he didn't know that today was an inauspicious day to go out. He fell twice in a row, and that wasn't all. When people around him realized what was happening and were about to help him up, those behind him, unaware of what was going on, were still pushing and shoving forward.
Trampling was definitely a mass trampling incident. Before Zhang Meng could be helped up, he was trampled on several times by the people behind him. Some people even lost their balance and fell directly on top of Zhang Meng.
The classroom instantly descended into chaos. There were angry shouts from the students in front, clamor from the back, and even screams from some female students—screams that were continuous and rhythmic.
Zhuang Rui listened to the sound and realized it was enough to qualify him for a music academy entrance exam; the shrillness of the sound could definitely reach the highest note on a piano, G7.
The chaotic scene lasted for more than three minutes before calming down amidst the teacher's hysterical screams on stage. The students at the back were diverted out of the lecture hall, and those who were originally in their seats sat down again.
However, just a few minutes later, more than a dozen pairs of men's leather shoes and women's high heels were trampled on the ground, turning the place into a leather shoe store.
Even more outrageous, there were two bras lying on the ground. I don't know which guy found them, but judging from the size of the bras, their original owner must have been a busty woman.
Many female students who had just left the classroom were blushing and filled with resentment. Those wearing skirts suffered an even greater misfortune. These medical students were extremely familiar with human anatomy and were incredibly ruthless. In any case, most of the female students who ran straight to their dormitories were wearing lace shorts.