Chapter 684 - 711: The Disappointment of the Elderly Professor (Part 1)
Chapter 684: Chapter 711: The Disappointment of the Elderly Professor (Part 1)
"Sure!" Lin Xi laughed.
The old professor looked at Lin Xi appearing so relaxed, and his face darkened even more.
He has been teaching for over forty years, dedicated his whole life to education, and he has never encountered such an arrogant student.
He walked to the corner by the door, thinking to himself that if he didn’t properly teach Lin Xi a lesson, he would have wasted all those years being a teacher.
Originally, there were quite a few students chatting during the break in the corner; seeing the black-faced old professor standing next to them, they scattered like birds and beasts, staying far away. They didn’t want to get involved for no reason.
At this moment, Peng Bo stood up, "Boss, kudos, but should I offer my condolences!"
Xiong Haitao, "Boss, kudos, but should I offer my condolences!"
Cui Hua, "Boss, kudos, but should I offer my condolences!"
Other students gave thumbs up and +1.
The only one present worried about Lin Xi was probably Gu Xiaoxian, while Xue Qin wanted the professor to properly scold Lin Xi since he was so arrogant in class—it really conflicted with her as an academic achiever.
As for Ding Yueqiu standing in the corner, she maintained a calm expression from start to finish.
In her mind, Lin Xi had already become like a deity, an omnipotent person, so what of the professor’s anger?
Even if he records absenteeism, what of it? Even if he says something, what of it?
For someone like him, would he care about this?
Even if it’s the world’s top university, if he wishes, they would definitely "line up to welcome" him!
Lin Xi walked out of the classroom, glanced at the corner at the professor with a darkened face, watched the students scatter from the corner as if nothing had happened, and walked over just as usual.
In the corner, the professor wasn’t looking at him. He wore a composed expression, looking downstairs, silently contemplating something.
Standing by his side, Lin Xi couldn’t help but smile to himself, thinking, "Is he intentionally putting pressure on him?"
"Too bad, he’s really relaxed right now!"
"It’s not disrespect to the professor, it’s just that he simply doesn’t regard what’s just happened as noteworthy!"
Isn’t late attendance at school quite normal?
Knocking on the front door to enter, isn’t that a traditional Chinese virtue?
Laughing aloud in class, isn’t it a normal human reaction? Is that not permissible?
So, he certainly wouldn’t say these things to the professor, as that would surely lead to a dispute.
Judging by the professor’s demeanor, he is likely very articulate.
Overall, he is someone who dislikes being verbose and wasting time, and if he does, it’s on beautiful women, not an old chap—that would be very odd!
The next moment, he disregarded the old professor’s deliberate solemnity, observed him up and down, and said gravely, "Professor, you are ill, you need treatment!"
The old professor, "..."
His pretentious composure shattered, he realized that conventional tactics were utterly ineffective against this student.
He said, "First of all, there’s your attitude problem..."
Lin Xi interrupted, "Professor, you are indeed ill and need treatment!"
The old professor’s chest heaved with anger, making any student witnessing this worry the professor might have an episode!
It’s fortunate the old professor has good composure; a younger teacher might have lashed out against Lin Xi.
After taking several seconds to compose himself, he continued, "First of all, as a student, you should at least know about politeness. Moreover, you can’t simply insult people; remember, I can be your teacher!"
Hearing this, Lin Xi nodded in agreement that a student should indeed behave politely towards their teacher, yeah, be respectful towards teachers.
Feeling steadier, the old professor thought this student might not be beyond help, hence preparing to deliver a lengthy lecture before marking Lin Xi absent twice.
However, he was about to speak when Lin Xi, whom he deemed as honest now, said again, "Professor, you really have an illness, not just your knees but your lower abdomen occasionally swells painfully; these are symptoms!"
The old professor, "..."
"Your knee isn’t rheumatic, your abdomen isn’t merely due to age but digestive issues. Press the inside of your thigh, ten seconds later release, you’ll notice a deep red mark that persists!"
Stunned, the old professor didn’t need to press to know he had this specific illness, which only his wife, a skilled traditional Chinese medicine doctor, knew.
Such an ailment that even the top hospitals couldn’t diagnose.
If not for his wife being around daily, it would be hard to detect.
But how did this young student know?
Crucially, it seemed he took only a glance, as though understanding him thoroughly, otherwise how’d he know of his condition.
In that moment, he was shocked internally.
Realizing this ailment recurs every other day, albeit not painfully but is extremely uncomfortable, with much duration.
With urgency, he asked, "How do you know? Do you know some medicine?"
Actually, his question is flawed—seeing the problem isn’t something ’a little skill’ would achieve.
Seeing the professor’s anxious face, Lin Xi replied, "Because I’m a practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine, and I’ve seen this ailment before, hence recognizing it."
Hearing Lin Xi’s words, the old professor nodded, though slightly disheartened. The sliver of hope he held was dissipated, thinking, "Ah, from previous experience, no wonder!"
His wife said he couldn’t be cured, only relieved.
"Back to class. Today’s matter is over; I won’t count your tardiness. Be mindful next time, don’t be so impolite!" Dissatisfied, the old professor wasn’t inclined to penalize Lin Xi.
Having said that, he appeared suddenly much older, heading back to class.
He still wished to contribute more to national education, but his health rendered such prospects unlikely.
Lin Xi genuinely felt the professor’s mood at that moment. The patient he previously encountered could have ended themselves without Lin Xi’s intervention.
Given this ailment, one would need immense willpower to endure it indeed.
And the old professor, his disease’s degree being late-stage already, bearing so long while still teaching—an exceptional individual.
Such a person is worthy of admiration!
Importantly, Lin Xi sensed throughout classes that this old professor was highly dedicated to teaching and students.
For individuals like him, Lin Xi couldn’t just stand by.
Therefore, Lin Xi said, "Wait a moment, Professor, your illness isn’t entirely untreatable!"
The old professor halted, turned back to Lin Xi, showing a slight relief, though not convinced by Lin Xi’s claim, assuming it was just comforting him, "I know about my illness, no need to say more!"
As he spoke, he glanced at an old watch on his wrist, "Class is starting soon, hurry back!"
Lin Xi smiled lightly, understanding the professor’s disbelief is reasonable—being only under twenty.
Even if he knows medicine, how proficient could he be!
"Professor, do you know Zhang Huacheng?" Lin Xi contemplated.
The professor paused, "Divine Doctor Zhang? Heard of him but don’t know him personally!"
"Could you be his apprentice?"
If true, perhaps there’s some remedy.
His wife held Zhang Huacheng in high regard, yet locating Zhang Huacheng was virtually impossible for folks.
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