Because the scene was too chaotic, there was simply no way to investigate. After leaving the classroom, the male wolves who had attacked the most viciously now had expressions on their faces that were even more gentlemanly than those of upright gentlemen. The female students could only suffer in silence.
"Mengzi, Mengzi, wake up..."
"Zhang Meng, Zhang Meng, wake up..."
"Teacher, Zhang Meng has fainted..."
After helping the students who were pinning Zhang Meng up, Zhang Meng, who had become a human cushion, was breathing weakly and on the verge of death. These students were indeed students; although they were all studying medicine, they were all panicked and didn't know how to provide first aid.
"Move aside, let me see..."
The place where Zhang Meng fell was very close to Zhuang Rui. Seeing that the two classmates who were squatting on the ground could only scream, Zhuang Rui rushed to Zhang Meng and pushed the two away.
"That's really tragic..."
Zhang Meng, who appeared in front of Zhuang Rui, looked utterly miserable. His white shirt was covered in black footprints, and there were two bloody welts on his forearms, from which blood was seeping out. His face was deathly pale, and blood was also seeping from his nostrils, possibly indicating internal injuries.
However, Zhang Meng was still very experienced in combat. Whether he fell or was stepped on, he protected his head with his hands. Although his breathing was weak at the moment, he was not in any danger to his life.
"Young man, move aside, let me take a look..."
Dean Zhou never expected that his lecture would turn out like this. Just as Zhuang Rui squatted down to examine Zhang Meng's injuries, Dean Zhou also stepped down from the podium to take Zhang Meng's pulse.
The teacher at the scene immediately arranged for someone to fetch first aid equipment and a stretcher. The experimental center was not far away, and all kinds of equipment and medicines were available there. However, given the current state of the injury and whether the spine was damaged, the teacher did not dare to have Zhang Meng carried away rashly.
"Okay, Dean Zhou, please take a look. They seem to be just external injuries, nothing serious..."
Zhuang Rui stood up and made way for him.
Although he was inexplicably dragged to a lecture on traditional Chinese medicine, Zhuang Rui still had a good impression of Zhang Meng, this enthusiastic young man. Just now, he had channeled a lot of spiritual energy into Zhang Meng's chest and abdomen, which should alleviate some of his internal injuries.
However, Zhuang Rui ignored the obvious external injuries on his arm. Since everyone could see the injuries, it would be too obvious if he healed them himself.
"Hmm, young man, you have a good eye. That's right, they're all external injuries, and there's also a broken arm..."
Dean Zhou took Zhang Meng's pulse for a few minutes, then looked at his clothes and gave a diagnosis.
As he spoke, Dean Zhou's serious expression relaxed. If this really caused a disaster, although it was not Dean Zhou's fault, the old professor would still blame him.
"Ouch, ouch, oh my god, it hurts so much..."
Suddenly, Zhang Meng's voice came from the ground. He had been stomped on and lost his breath, but after Zhuang Rui's spiritual energy entered his body, he immediately woke up. However, the pain all over his body made Zhang Meng groan involuntarily.
"Young man, don't do such dangerous things next time. Be careful..."
Dean Zhou was on stage just now and naturally saw that the student fell while climbing over the tables and chairs, so he couldn't help but say a few words of advice.
"Oh, Teacher Zhou, I know, where's my notebook? Teacher Zhou, could you please sign it for me?"
Those around Zhang Meng, who was looking around curiously, initially didn't know what he was up to. But after hearing his words, they realized that the kid was still thinking about getting an autograph, leaving them all somewhat amused and exasperated.
"Here, your notebook..."
Zhuang Rui picked up a notebook and pen from the ground, not knowing if they belonged to Zhang Meng, and placed them on Zhang Meng's chest.
"Hey buddy, sorry about that, I probably won't be able to take you to the history department later, boss, you have to get me there for me..."
To be fair, Zhang Meng's character is really quite good. He's barely human anymore, yet he still remembers this. Zhuang Rui smiled and didn't say anything. His use of spiritual energy was worthwhile.
"Excuse me, student, please make way..."
The stretcher arrived quickly. After Professor Zhou gave his diagnosis, they dared to move Zhang Meng. Accompanied by Zhang Meng's loud cries, several people lifted him up and carried him outside.
After this incident, no one dared to ask for autographs anymore; they were all kicked out of the lecture hall by the teacher. Zhuang Rui, however, stayed behind, perhaps because the teacher didn't think he looked like a student.
"Dean Zhou, if you had needles at your disposal, could you have treated that student?"
Zhuang Rui noticed that Dean Zhou's forehead was covered in fine sweat, clearly indicating that this matter had also greatly impacted him.
"That's possible, but it can only temporarily relieve his pain. To cure the illness, medication is needed; acupuncture alone is not enough..."
Acupuncture is a combination of needling and moxibustion. Medications can also be applied to the tips of the needles. Dean Zhou casually explained this after hearing Zhuang Rui's words.
"Hey young man, I feel like I've seen you somewhere before?"
Dean Zhou glanced at Zhuang Rui and asked a question.
"Hehe, Dean Zhou, you were the one who took my pulse when my wife was pregnant..."
Zhuang Rui laughed when he heard this. His current appearance was completely different from before. He used to wear shirts and trousers, but today he was wearing a T-shirt and jeans. In addition, he had gotten a tan in Tibet, so it was normal for Dean Zhou not to recognize him.
"Oh, I remember now, you're Xiao Zhuang?"
Dean Zhou patted his forehead and remembered that their hospital's patients were a very special group of people. After Zhuang Rui brought Qin Xuanbing to see him, he also made a backup of her medical record.
Zhuang Rui nodded and said, "Yes, what a coincidence! I never expected to have the honor of hearing your lecture today..."
"Okay, Xiao Zhuang, let's talk again another time. I have to go now..."
Dean Zhou originally wanted to say a few more words to Zhuang Rui, but two guards came to his side and whispered a few words to him. After that, Dean Zhou had no choice but to say goodbye to Zhuang Rui.
After Professor Zhou left, the classroom finally quieted down. Zhuang Rui followed Zhang Meng's classmate and left the medical school for the history school.
As for the shoes and two bras scattered on the ground, they were all picked up by students arranged by the teacher and handed over to the teacher, presumably so that the students who lost their items could retrieve them from the student affairs office.
However, while someone might claim the leather shoes, the identity of those two bras would likely remain a mystery.
Chapter 784 Cultural Heritage Academy
"Xiao Li, let's exchange phone numbers. I'll go see Zhang Meng when I have time; he's a nice guy..."
Zhuang Rui followed Zhang Meng's classmate all the way and learned that they were third-year medical students at Peking University. Because he was thinking of using acupuncture to fool people, Zhuang Rui exchanged phone numbers with that classmate so that he would have an excuse to audit classes when he had nothing to do.
Moreover, Zhang Meng's major is Traditional Chinese Medicine, and he's going to study acupuncture this year. Zhuang Rui plans to learn some acupuncture techniques from him and practice on his cousin Ouyang in his spare time so that he can openly use spiritual energy to cleanse the bodies of his relatives in the future.
"Okay, Brother Zhuang, we'll come visit you at the Cultural Heritage Academy anytime..."
Xiao Li readily agreed. To these students, archaeology was an extremely mysterious subject. Knowing Zhuang Rui meant he could come and explore, experiencing the current antique craze. ...
"I'm probably the most confused graduate student ever..."
Standing at the entrance of the School of Archaeology and Museology at Peking University, Zhuang Rui shook his head and smiled wryly. He only now realized that the archaeology courses at Peking University were not located within the School of History, but rather in a separate School of Archaeology and Museology.
The Cultural Heritage Academy consists of several white-roofed, red-tiled houses connected by bright red lacquered corridors, exuding a classical atmosphere. In the courtyard, there is a small pond with several weeping willows growing along its banks, creating a very tranquil environment.
Zhuang Rui walked in through the main gate and learned about the history of the School of Cultural Heritage after seeing some pictures and introductions on the wall.
Although Kyoto University established an archaeology major as early as 1952, this major has always been within the Department of History and is not a completely independent discipline, but rather a derivative major of the Department of History.
Until 1983, after a decision by the President's Office of Peking University, the archaeology major was separated from the history department and established as an independent department. The archaeology department now has two majors: archaeology and museology, and has four research directions: archaeology, museology, cultural relics protection, and ancient architecture.
In 2000, the Department of Archaeology partnered with the State Administration of Cultural Heritage to run the school, and was renamed the "College of Archaeology and Museology of Peking University". The College of Archaeology and Museology currently has 19 professors (16 of whom are doctoral supervisors), 12 associate professors, and 9 lecturers.
The School of Archaeology and Museology at Kyoto University admits approximately 30-40 undergraduate students, 15-20 master's students, 8-10 doctoral students, and about 10 international students or visiting scholars each year.
In addition, the School of Cultural Heritage and Museology accepts 3-5 visiting students and teachers and 3-5 visiting scholars each year, and also enrolls students in associate degree programs in different fields from time to time. Currently, there are more than 200 students at different levels.
Professor Meng, Zhuang Rui's mentor, is not only a doctoral supervisor in the School of Cultural Heritage and Museum Studies, but also serves as the dean of the school. After arriving at the School of Cultural Heritage and Museum Studies, Zhuang Rui realized how difficult it was for him to become a graduate student.
Imagine, putting aside foreign countries, even in China, every year tens of thousands of adult undergraduates apply to Peking University's graduate programs, while the School of Cultural Heritage only admits 15-20 students. The odds of this are likely one in a thousand or even one in ten thousand.
Zhuang Rui initially felt that he had gotten in based on his own merits, but now he was a little guilty. It was highly likely that Professor Meng had taken care of him.
"Brother Zhuang, didn't you say you were coming to attend the class this morning? Why are you only arriving now?"
As Zhuang Rui was looking at the introductions and photos on the wall, he heard a greeting. Looking in the direction of the voice, he saw Wu Zhao walking in from the corridor outside the house with a notebook in his hand.
After having dinner with Zhuang Rui the day before yesterday, Wu Zhao and the others went to their mentor the next day to inquire about Zhuang Rui's background. What they found out was quite surprising: Zhuang Rui not only had a private museum, but was also a director of the Jade Association. This was no small title; he could be considered an expert.
That's not all. When Professor Meng revealed that Zhuang Rui also had the title of "Jade King" in the jade industry!
After receiving the title, the PhDs no longer underestimated Zhuang Rui.
It's important to understand that Zhuang Rui's status in the jade and jadeite industry is no less than that of their teacher in the field of archaeology. Although the two disciplines are different, they both reflect a person's strength and ability. If Zhuang Rui didn't have real talent, how could he be called the "King of Jadeite"!
These privileged students in their ivory towers, though proud, genuinely admire those with superior knowledge. Therefore, Wu Zhao's address of "Brother Zhuang" was entirely willing. Had it not been for the fact that they were both Professor Meng's students, Wu Zhao would probably have called him "Teacher Zhuang."
"Don't even mention it, I'm lost again..."
Zhuang Rui told Wu Zhao about what had happened that morning with a wry smile. Dr. Wu was almost dumbfounded. He had been at Peking University for five or six years and had never encountered anything like this. Zhuang Rui had only been there for two days and had already encountered quite a few strange things.
After listening to Zhuang Rui's words, Dr. Wu said, "Brother Zhuang, let's go eat first. I'll get you the vehicle access pass later, and then I'll take you through it again so you'll be familiar with it..."
"Okay, thank you. I was just thinking about that..."
Zhuang Rui nodded hurriedly. He had lunch with Wu Zhao again at noon. There was no other way; his meal card and student ID hadn't been processed yet, and he estimated he would have to wait another three or four days to get them.
After lunch, Wu Zhao went to process Zhuang Rui's vehicle access pass, while Zhuang Rui went to the School of Cultural Heritage to listen to a lecture given by an old professor to undergraduates.
Zhuang Rui discovered that the number of undergraduate students in the previous year was far more than thirty or forty. Although the classroom was not large, it was full, with no fewer than eighty people.
Looking at the students around him who were just over twenty years old, Zhuang Rui sighed inwardly. When he was an undergraduate, his school also had an archaeology major, but there were very few students. They couldn't even fill a class in a year, and students from different grades would have to attend classes together.
It was after 2000 that the antique craze began to rise, which also brought archaeology into people's view. Students did not understand the difference between antiques and archaeology, and they all flocked to apply for this major. It was during that period that archaeology became known to the general public.
Comparatively speaking, archaeology graduates are considered academics, having received formal national higher education. They possess solid theoretical knowledge in various fields and have extensive understanding of the origins of artifacts from different dynasties.
However, compared with many self-taught antique appraisal experts, the shortcomings of the academic school are also obvious.
First, there's the matter of authenticating physical objects. The chances of academics getting hands-on experience are far lower than those who collect antiques. If you try to authenticate objects using knowledge borrowed from books, you're very likely to make a mistake and end up paying a fine.
Moreover, antique appraisal experts have relatively diverse backgrounds, and they appraise antiques from various perspectives.
For example, the appraisal of a piece of porcelain involves examining its body, glaze, shape, decoration, and patina. This requires appraisers to have a broader range of knowledge. The body and glaze involve professional ceramic knowledge, while the shape and decoration require appraisers to have a certain level of artistic skill.
In addition, there are some common-sense things that require experience to accumulate, and academic dogmatic theories are difficult to apply here.
This is one of the reasons why many archaeology graduates, after entering society, often find themselves repeatedly cheated when trying to buy antiques using their professional knowledge. Even Professor Meng paid a lot of tuition fees in the antique market.
After class, Zhuang Rui received a call from Wu Zhao and went to get the vehicle pass to enter and exit Peking University. Since he didn't live on campus, he left alone after seeing that there were no more classes, which deprived several doctoral students who wanted to spend more time with Zhuang Rui of the opportunity.
In the following days, Zhuang Rui shuttled between the courtyard house and the school, and his life became more regular and fulfilling. He studied during the day and spent his evenings playing with his niece and spending time with his family. Zhuang Rui seemed to have found the life he wanted.
The little golden eagle has been changing almost every day lately. Its toes are getting longer and sharper, and it can even tear off a piece of bark from a big tree in the yard with a single swipe of its claw.
The little golden feathers also changed; their originally white downy feathers turned golden yellow, and their beaks became more curved, like hooks.
Perhaps it was because Zhuang Rui used his spiritual energy to help it regulate its body, but the feathers on the little golden eagle's wings were not the brownish-yellow of its parents, but a light golden-yellow, and its wingspan was almost a meter long.
Every morning when the golden eagle soars over the courtyard, the sunlight shines on it, reflecting a golden glow.
Fortunately, there are no national regulations regarding keeping birds as pets; otherwise, large birds of prey like the golden pheasant would certainly not be allowed to live in cities.
When the weekend arrived, Zhuang Rui received a call from Li Dali. This time, he didn't bring Bai Shi and the other kids with him. Instead, he took the set of eight Tang tri-colored figurines and drove with Peng Fei to the highway entrance, where Li Dali was already waiting.