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Lin Zhilan was so strikingly beautiful and dressed with great style that she became the center of attention as soon as she entered the school.

No one dared to come up and speak.

While others fear rejection, Zhao Weidong is not; he shakes off his companions and approaches them to strike up a conversation.

Lin Zhilan glanced at him, said nothing, and continued walking forward.

Zhao Weidong ignored her coldness and continued, "Judging from the direction you're going, you're heading to the teaching building, right? Are you in the nursing class?"

"no."

"So what's your major?" Zhao Weidong took another step closer, his body smelling of face cream, the fragrance so strong it was almost pungent.

Lin Zhilan stopped in her tracks. "Please stay away from me."

"Oh, okay," Zhao Weidong said, unfazed by her cold expression. He took two steps to the side and raised his voice slightly. "I'm in the Traditional Chinese Medicine class, but my dad said he'll transfer me to the clinical class after this semester. Studying Traditional Chinese Medicine is the only way to have a future, don't you think?"

His tone was nonchalant, but the air of smugness practically emanated from him.

Lin Zhilan glanced at her watch.

It was almost time for class, and she didn't have time to argue with this big idiot, so she quickened her pace.

Zhao Weidong followed her closely, "Where are you from? Are you from Guangzhou? What do your parents do for a living?"

Seeing that Lin Zhilan ignored him, he smiled and said, "By the way, are you free after school today? I'd like to treat you to dinner at the state-run restaurant."

The more Zhao Weidong looked at Lin Zhilan, the more satisfied he became.

She's really good-looking.

She has fair skin, thick eyebrows, bright eyes, and her lips look rosy, though it's unclear if she's wearing any makeup.

Moreover, judging from her clothes, demeanor, and speech, her family background must be quite good.

More importantly, she is a college student.

Zhao Weidong's mind was racing with calculations.

He likes good-looking girls, but his parents insist that he date girls from good families.

The girl in front of me is so beautiful, and she doesn't seem to be short of money.

If he takes her back, his parents will definitely be satisfied.

Zhao Weidong was so engrossed in this wonderful imagination that he followed Lin Zhilan all the way to the classroom.

As he reached the classroom door, he exclaimed in surprise, "You're in the Traditional Chinese Medicine class too? I've never seen you in class before!"

Lin Zhilan raised her chin. "Go inside, it's time for class."

"It's okay, the teacher hasn't arrived yet."

There were already about 20 people sitting in the classroom, men and women of varying ages.

The youngest looks to be under 20, while the oldest looks to be middle-aged.

As soon as Lin Zhilan appeared at the classroom door, the voices inside the classroom noticeably lowered, and everyone turned to look at her.

Zhao Weidong noticed those gazes and felt a vague unease.

He took a step forward, blocking Lin Zhilan from view, and yelled at the people in the classroom, "What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen anyone before?"

Most people go to school to learn, not to cause conflict.

Zhao Weidong was so arrogant that he was clearly someone not to be offended, and everyone else unanimously withdrew their gazes.

Zhao Weidong then turned around with satisfaction and said to Lin Zhilan, "Let's go, I'll take you to find a seat."

Lin Zhilan glanced at him and walked straight to the podium.

Zhao Weidong thought she didn't understand and was about to call her when he saw Lin Zhilan pull a white chalk from the podium and neatly write three words on the blackboard.

Lin Zhilan.

Lin Zhilan put the chalk back in the box, dusted off her hands, and turned to Zhao Weidong, saying, "Excuse me, could you please return to your seat?"

The classroom was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Zhao Weidong froze for a few seconds, his face turning bright red, and he fled to the last row of the classroom to sit down.

"My name is Lin Zhilan," Lin Zhilan looked around the classroom, "I am your teacher for Formulae this semester, and I will be teaching you every Saturday, all day long."

This was agreed upon by Lin Zhilan and the school.

In order to accommodate Lin Zhilan's work on the island, her classes had to be compressed into one day.

Fortunately, the other teachers didn't have any objections, and the matter was settled.

After Lin Zhilan finished speaking, the classroom immediately became noisy.

You can still faintly hear words like "so young" and "so beautiful".

Lin Zhilan tapped the blackboard. "Alright, quiet down, class is about to begin."

"Teacher, you didn't bring your book..." a girl timidly reminded her.

"It's alright. You all come from the front lines of workers, peasants, and soldiers. Your backgrounds are different. Some of you know a little about medicine, while others are still unfamiliar with it. In the first lesson, I'll first get to know your backgrounds."

How much did you know about Traditional Chinese Medicine before?

No one spoke.

"Let me rephrase my question: Has anyone here had prior experience with Traditional Chinese Medicine?"

A man in his thirties stood up and said that he had studied under an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor at the commune health center for half a year, and could recognize dozens of herbs and know how to perform acupuncture on a few simple acupoints.

Another woman said that she had served as a medic in the army and had learned some battlefield first aid knowledge, but she didn't know much about traditional Chinese medicine.

There was another older man who claimed to have a family tradition of bone setting, but he couldn't explain the theory clearly; it was all about his physical skills.

That's all.

Lin Zhilan also realized that what they called understanding their basics was actually a complete lack of understanding.

"Okay, I understand roughly. Since everyone's background is different, let's start with the basics. What is a prescription? You probably think of the Tangtou Ge (a traditional Chinese medicine formula) first. In today's first lesson, we won't talk about prescriptions, but about how traditional Chinese medicine diagnoses diseases."

She turned around and wrote four words on the blackboard.

Theory, method, prescription, medicine.

The students below quickly began taking notes.

Lin Zhilan was finally somewhat comforted. The students who were selected must be intelligent. As long as they were willing to learn, they could be taught even if their basic knowledge was poor.

Lin Zhilan's lectures are insightful yet easy to understand, delivered at a moderate pace.

She rarely looked at lesson plans, but the prescriptions, medicinal properties, and contraindications seemed to be ingrained in her mind, readily available to her.

After the class, everyone felt that there was still more to learn and wanted to hear her continue.

Lin Zhilan never extended get out of class time; she stopped immediately as soon as the bell rang.

"get out of class dismissed. Take a ten-minute break, and we'll continue later."

The students started to get up, either gathering together to discuss or going out to the restroom together.

Zhao Weidong sat in the last row, feeling restless throughout the entire class.

The classmate who struck up a conversation with him became his teacher, and all his inflated egos were instantly shattered, leaving only an indescribable sense of frustration and embarrassment.

However, Zhao Weidong's lustful desires remained undiminished, and Lin Zhilan was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

He was unwilling to give up just like that.

Moreover, the embarrassment I just lost can be completely recovered as long as I can win over Lin Zhilan.

However, he couldn't sit still any longer, so he secretly slipped home during the break to find out from his father about Lin Zhilan's background.

The school bell rang soon after.

Lin Zhilan took a sip of tea, just about to start class, when she saw the empty seat at the back, raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Who's the class monitor?"