lady she comes from 1938

Chapter 211 Killing the chicken to scare the monkey

Human nature is the most complex thing in the world. It is obviously unrealistic to talk about human nature to an eight-year-old child.

Moreover, this child is so desperate that he needs someone to hold him back, so it is not appropriate to fool him.

Ouyang Hai asked: "Dongdong likes good people or bad people?"

"Good man." Although Dongdong's voice was small, he answered without hesitation.

"I also like good people. Dongdong is very good, so I like you too, especially."

Dongdong's eyes brightened obviously after hearing this.

"But it's not necessarily true for those who are mentally ill. Their thoughts are inherently abnormal. Therefore, they don't like you, not because you are bad. They bullied you. You can be sad or angry, but don't doubt it. You’re not good, you know?”

Dongdong was silent for a while, and slowly shed tears.

Everyone told him to be good and obedient, as if that way they would like him and stop scolding and beating him. But he is obviously very good and obedient, why is he still being disliked and beaten?
This was the first time someone told him so seriously and clearly: You are fine, and it is not your fault that you are scolded and beaten.

Ouyang Hai didn't stop him from crying, or even said a word of comfort. He just hugged him, pressed the child's face into his chest, and patted his back gently.

Dongdong just cried silently at first, and after a while, he started whimpering.

After crying, Dongdong's mood became much more stable, but he also felt a little embarrassed, so he lowered his head and didn't speak for a long time.

Ouyang Hai still didn't make a sound, just staying with him silently.

"Then when will their mental illness be cured?" Dongdong suddenly said again, "Hitting someone will hurt a lot."

A question that made several adults feel sad.

"If they can never be cured, what is Dongdong going to do?"

Dongdong did not answer, but asked another question: "I heard that people can go out to work when they are 16 years old. Is it true?"

"Yes."

Dongdong nodded and said, "That's good."

In three words, he expressed all his inner plans.

He wanted to survive until he was sixteen, then go out to work and support himself.

At the age of 8, he should have been pampered and innocent by his parents, but he was eagerly looking forward to growing up so that he could support himself without being scolded or beaten.
Accompanied by the police, Ouyang Hai took Dongdong to a doctor to examine his injuries.

These injuries have been accumulated over several years. New injuries overlap old injuries. Although not fatal, they have caused extremely serious damage to the child's psychology. Strictly speaking, they are considered abuse.

Both siblings are minors and have no way to exercise their right to complain. If they want to sue the perpetrator, they must either file a lawsuit by other relatives or by the prosecutor's office.

Shen Jiayin left all these matters to Ouyang Hai.

“There’s only one thing. If you encounter problems, report them promptly and don’t compromise easily.”

Most domestic violence and abuse cases end in compromise. When it was brought up again a few years later, either the victim died, or the victim killed the perpetrator, in short, at the cost of life.

"I know."

"Also, you should communicate and coordinate as much as possible and leave the child in our rescue center or a place arranged by the relevant departments."

If the matter gets serious, it's good that the perpetrator is under control. If not, they will most likely become angry and kill the child.

Yiyi is the best example.

After coming out of the hospital, Shen Jiayin received a call from Xiao Changqing.

"Jiaojiao, let's eat together and then go to school together."

This afternoon, Dr. Han officially started teaching students at the Medical University. How could they be absent from such an important moment?

As soon as they met, Xiao Changqing felt keenly that Shen Jiayin's mood was not very high.

Such a good day should be overjoyed.

"In a bad mood? Who bullied you? Tell me, I beat him till his teeth are all over the floor."

"If it's as simple as beating someone up, I can do it myself. Where will it be your turn?"

Today is a society governed by the rule of law. If it were his time, Shen Jiayin would really want to put these things that are inferior to pigs and dogs into sacks, beat them up severely, and let them taste the feeling of being beaten.

"That's true, my Jiaojiao family's martial arts skills are unparalleled in the world. You can do the things you do by yourself, and leave the things you can't do to me. Come on, let's talk about it."

Shen Jiayin told him about Dongdong sister and brother.

"I heard from Dr. Ouyang and others that during the Spring Festival, many children who were domestically abused came to our center for help, and then we were not allowed to call the police."

"Jiaojiao, no matter how good the times are, things like this cannot be prevented."

Especially stepfathers and stepmothers rarely love their ex's children as their own.

Even if it is a biological child, the one who is not favored will often be beaten and scolded because of patriarchal preference or favoritism.

"I know." This is linked to economic conditions to a certain extent, but it is more of a human nature issue. "But what if I just want to kill the chicken to scare the monkey?"

Killing chickens to scare monkeys cannot prevent all atrocities, but it can at least make the perpetrators afraid. The cost of committing a crime is high, so you have to weigh it carefully when committing a crime.

If any crime occurs frequently, either the profits are extremely huge or the cost of crime is too low.

Xiao Changqing looked at her and smiled fondly. "Okay, then let's kill the chicken to scare the monkeys."

It just so happened that this matter had already been exposed on the Internet, and he just needed to add fuel to the flames.

Because the whistleblower mentioned the Chunyu Rescue Center, Yan Zheng knew that this center was founded by Shen Jiayin, so he naturally reported it to his boss immediately.

Xiao Changqing directly asked Yan Zheng to find a way to put this matter on the hot search. On the one hand, he would prepare for the subsequent killing of chickens and monkeys, and on the other hand, he could also advertise the Chunyu Rescue Center.

Many victims don't want to resist or escape, but they have no way to seek help. Then open a door for them. If some people still choose to endure it, then they are not worthy of sympathy.

The two of them had a hearty meal of hot pot, and seeing that it was almost time, they set off for the Medical University.

Shen Jiayin wore an off-white long down jacket, with small jeans and Martin boots underneath, and an off-white woolen hat on her head. The furry ball of thread on top was so cute.

In order to avoid being recognized, she hid half of her face with a red scarf, leaving only her nose and a pair of watery eyes.

"How's it going? Can't you recognize it?"

While speaking, those beautiful eyes blinked twice.

Xiao Changqing felt like they had two hooks, which made his heart tingle.

He wanted to steal a scent, but he couldn't beat him, so he had to give up.

"You probably can't recognize it." Xiao Changqing wasn't entirely sure. After all, fans are sometimes like creatures with fiery eyes.

On such an important day, Han Zhijie and Han Yiran naturally came, as well as their eldest brother Han Wuhuang.

"Sister Shen, this is my eldest brother Han Wuyang. Brother, this is Sister Shen."

Han Wuyang has a slender figure, elegant and handsome appearance, and his smile has the feeling of a gentleman, which makes it easy for people to like him. I have to say that although he and Han Baizian are not related by blood, their temperaments are quite similar. If they were said to be father and son, no one else would doubt it.

"Hello, Miss Shen. I have long admired your name."

"Hello. This is my friend Xiao Changqing. You can just call him Mr. Xiao."

Since it was not the place to talk, they didn’t exchange too many greetings and entered the classroom after a brief introduction.

They came earlier and there were still many seats in the classroom. But they were not real students, and they were too embarrassed to occupy a good position, so they chose the corner of the last row.

Shen Jiayin noticed that the courseware was already projected on the blackboard.

It should have been prepared by Han Wuyang.

The background of the PPT is a light green that makes people feel comfortable. In the upper right corner is a white rhizome with fruit on it, and there are crystal clear dewdrops on it. In the middle are some conspicuous big characters - Traditional Chinese Medicine. The picture is simple and comfortable, without any fancy things.

There are still about ten minutes left before class starts. The classroom is already full of people, and there are many people standing behind to listen to the class.

Most of them come here to learn, but a small number of people come here out of curiosity to see what's going on.

Many people even lowered their voices to discuss, scrambling to share their speculations.

The name Han Baijian has never been heard by the public, so the students are very curious about who this person is, why he can be parachuted into their school, and the course he teaches is still Chinese medicine!
"Han Baizian, I have never heard of this name. I checked on the Internet and couldn't find any relevant information. It's amazing that such a person can become a professor in our school all at once."

"It's not surprising. Either this person has excellent medical skills, but has been hiding his name, and then was poached by our school. Or he has a strong background and landed directly in our school."

"Our school is also considered a first-class university, and it is in the medical field. If we don't have any real materials, it is impossible to land through a simple relationship."

"That's right. From the looks of it, this man should be a reclusive expert."

"As far as I know, the Second Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine of Chenfeng Hospital is also called Baiqian Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic. I heard that the old Chinese medicine doctor who treats patients is quite skilled. They can't be the same person, right?"

"It's really possible. The doctors at Morrowind Hospital are all top figures in the industry. If he can work at Morrowind Hospital, his medical skills will definitely be no problem."

"What I'm curious about is, since he is a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, why didn't he go to the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine instead of coming to our school?"

Jincheng Medical University does not offer a major in traditional Chinese medicine.

"Of course it's because our school is more famous and our students have higher qualifications."

"You are just selling melons like a yellow woman!"

Shen Jiayin nodded secretly in her heart. She was indeed a student from a first-class university, and her quality was indeed high. Although he was full of curiosity and various speculations, there was almost nothing he said that was difficult to hear.

She also noticed that several people were carrying bamboo baskets, which looked very delicate. As can be seen from the logo, this is a product from Dong'an Town.

Han Yiran also noticed it, so she gently tugged on her clothes and whispered: "Sister Shen, look, we have bamboo weaving in Dong'an Town. When I went back during the Chinese New Year, I heard that many people didn't plan to go out to work and wanted to stay. I make bamboo knitting at home. As a result, there will be fewer left-behind children in the town.”

"That's very good."

"I heard from my uncle that you are planning to build a pharmaceutical factory in our town, right?"

"Correct."

"That's great. When the pharmaceutical factory develops, more people will be able to stay in their hometowns and develop, and there will be fewer and fewer left-behind children."

At this moment, Han Baizian walked in. Regardless of his attire, just looking at his white hair, you can tell that he is the teacher in class today.

Shen Jiayin smiled slightly.

Dr. Han must have been dressed up by several of his children today, as you can tell by looking at the handsome and well-fitting mid-length coat, leather shoes, and hairstyle.

I have to say that Dr. Han's elegant appearance combined with this outfit makes him look very scholarly and quite charming.

His eyes swept across the classroom, and soon he found a few familiar people in a corner of the classroom, so he subconsciously smiled.

Shen Jiayin heard a girl's voice behind her and exclaimed, "Wow! This teacher is really good-looking and has a refined temperament."

"I also feel that he exudes the charm of a mature man and his bookishness."

The boy next to him couldn't stand it, so he retorted: "Is this too ripe?"

Shen Jiayin and Xiao Changqing looked at each other and almost couldn't hold back their laughter.

The class bell rang as scheduled.

The classroom, which was noisy just now, soon returned to quiet, showing the respect for teachers and ethics of students in higher education institutions.

"Hello, fellow students, I am Han Baizian, the lecturer of today's class. I am an old Chinese medicine practitioner from Dong'an Town, Wutong County, G Province."

At this time, a classmate raised his hand and asked: "Teacher, is this Dong'an Town, which is famous for bamboo weaving recently?"

"Correct."

"I've also paid attention. Those bamboo weavings are so exquisite."

"Yes, yes, I bought a pen holder. It is obviously a daily necessities, but it is more exquisite than a handicraft."

Others held up their backpacks for everyone to see.

To prevent the topic from going too far, Han Baizian quickly made a "quiet" gesture.

"The course I'm teaching today is about traditional Chinese medicine, commonly known as traditional Chinese medicine. When it comes to traditional Chinese medicine, what do you think of first?"

“Broad and profound!”

"Looking forward to hearing and asking about everything!"

"Hua Tuo is reincarnated!"

Han Baizian nodded.

"I have heard many people use the word 'broad and profound' when talking about Chinese medicine. Why? I thought about it again and again, probably because nowadays Chinese medicine is declining and fewer and fewer people understand it. For things that I don't understand, It’s easy for us to think it’s mysterious, right?”

"Secondly, real Chinese medicine does not distinguish between pathology, pharmacology, and clinical medicine, nor does it have any divisions such as internal medicine, surgery, and neurology. As an excellent Chinese medicine doctor, you must know everything, which is what we usually call Almighty.”

"Furthermore, instead of using various advanced scientific instruments and laboratory analysis to diagnose the disease, using primitive methods such as observation, hearing, asking, and inquiring seems to place higher requirements on the level of doctors."

Immediately, a student asked: "So, Teacher Han, do you think Chinese medicine is more powerful than Western medicine? Is that true?"

"I don't think Chinese medicine and Western medicine are in an antagonistic relationship. We are all doctors, and one thing we agree on is that life is paramount. Our purpose is to treat illnesses and save people. As for whether to use Chinese medicine or Western medicine, it depends on the patient's condition. Impersonal likes and dislikes.”

"I am not here to prove that Chinese medicine is better than Western medicine. But simply because Chinese medicine is a precious wealth accumulated by our ancestors for thousands of years. If it is allowed to decline day by day, or even disappear in the torrent of history, it will be unavoidable. What a pity."

The student immediately said aggressively: "But according to what you just said, as an excellent Chinese medicine doctor, you must know everything. Doesn't this mean that Western medicine is very divided into specialties, and the doctors in the undergraduate department only know the knowledge of the undergraduate department? , isn’t it as versatile as Chinese medicine?”

Han Yiran stared at the student who kept making trouble, almost wanting to curse.

You are not a reporter. Do you have the right to speak so sharply?
Shen Jiayin patted the back of her hand, signaling her to calm down.

Han Baizian did not answer the student's question immediately, but slowly scanned the unfamiliar faces with his warm eyes.

"Who else thinks I mean this?"