The stone tablet on the top of the mountain is like a monument, inspiring the students in the mountain base school, allowing the students to forget the simple and great old Chinese doctor.

In the school, a statue of an old Chinese doctor was also built, and the prototype was naturally the teacher of Mr. Du. There were also many related introductions on the campus, expressing Mr. Du’s respect for the teacher.

Chen Fei came to the classroom and started to speak amid the warm applause of the students.

There was only one class, and most of the students were beginners in their 15 or 16 years old. Chen Fei naturally would not talk about any profound things. He just drew some development and history of traditional Chinese medicine, and some on-site displays were interspersed in the middle.

The magical technique of Chen Fei demonstrated immediately made the young students very interested, full of eyes, excited to see, and clapped their hands one by one.

The class was not long, and Chen Fei finished the class quickly. Although there was not much content, when Chen Fei saw the excited eyes of the apprentices, he knew that his class was not in vain.

If they can inspire their interest and love for traditional Chinese medicine, their goals will be achieved.

After the talk, Chen Fei and Mr. Du chatted for a few words. Mr. Du had something to do, so Chen Fei left by himself.

Walking out of the campus, when Chen Fei passed by the side of the school, he suddenly heard a sparse sound.

Then, the two people's soft conversation started.

"Han Dong, this lesson has suffocated me to death. So hurry up, light the cigarette. I've sat there for so long, and I don't mean anything."

"That's right, a few old guys are talking about the king, minister, assistant, and envoy, looking, listening, asking and asking, and so on."

"It's all the dregs of feudal superstitions. I wonder why those old guys still believe in these things? These garbage should have been thrown into the garbage dump for a long time, what to learn."

"There is also the young man just now, Mr. Chen's one. He is also funny. He keeps boasting about the great Chinese medicine and invincible Chinese medicine. He relies on some juggling methods to fool those idiots into screaming. It's a joke."

"That's right, what era has it been. Western medicine has long been unknown how much it has surpassed traditional Chinese medicine. It still learns such old things and is out of date."

"That's all. The school also promotes the old Chinese doctor all day long, saying that he is selfless and spreads his disciples. He speaks so noblely, why don't he participate in programs that touch China!"

"Haha, those words are just children. Who knows what that old guy did? Besides, in this society, whoever makes selfless contributions is a fool."

"That's right, if my parents didn't ask me to come, I wouldn't be too lazy to watch it."

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The conversation between the two fell into Chen Fei's ears, making Chen Fei's expression instantly cool, and he walked towards the two of them.

At this time, before the two of them noticed Chen Fei's arrival, they lit cigarettes with each other and smoked beautifully, with a sarcastic and disdainful look on their faces.

After smoking a cigarette, a young man with long hair on the left looked around and found no one else. He climbed onto the statue of the old Chinese doctor and directly scratched the cigarette butt with Mars on the statue's face, leaving a black mark.

Then, the long-haired man climbed on the statue with a smile, made a V gesture, and said to the short-haired man below: "Han Dong, hurry up, take a picture of me."

"The old guys in this school are all bragging about this old Chinese doctor. I don't believe it, haha!"

Han Dong, the man with short hair below, took out his cell phone, took a few shots at the statue, and then smiled and said, "Zhang Peng, change his position, do it again on the face of the statue, give him a mustache, and another one!"

"Yes, this proposal is good." Zhang Peng, with long hair, smiled and lit another cigarette, took a deep breath, and then used a cigarette butt with a spark-carrying cigarette to the other cheek of the statue.

"It's too high, just a little below. Yes, yes, you can do it at this angle-" Han Dong, the man with short hair below, directed.

The two of them became more and more excited as they played, and laughed constantly.

And at this moment, a stern shout came, "Get off!"

The two of them were caught off guard and were startled. Then they looked at the source of the sound and found that the person coming was Chen Fei.

Suddenly, Han Dong and Zhang Peng's expressions changed, and their expressions were a little strange.

Han Dong, with short hair, winked and said to Zhang Peng on the statue: "Zhang Peng, it's Teacher Chen who was teaching just now. Come down!"

Zhang Peng curled his lips and said disdainfully: "He is just a temporary lecturer, not our teacher, so he is afraid of being silly!"

As he said that, Zhang Peng kept moving and even wanted to continue to destroy the statue.

Seeing this, Chen Fei's face was even more gloomy and he shouted angrily: "I asked you to get out, did you hear it?"

"What are you? Why should I listen to you-" Zhang Peng looked rebellious and looked disdainful, and his hands kept solving the case.

Chen Fei, who was not going to attack the student, couldn't help it anymore. He snorted coldly, flashed his body, grabbed Zhang Peng's neck, pulled him down from the statue, threw him to the ground, and said sternly: "Come down!"

Zhang Peng grinned his teeth and felt very painful. He immediately looked angry and glared at Chen Fei fiercely, and shouted, "You dare to hit me!"

Han Dong also walked over and helped Zhang Peng up, glared at Chen Fei, and said in a deep voice: "Why did you attack us?"

Chen Fei looked at the two of them coldly, "Why do you do something to you? Do you don't know what you did just now?"

Upon hearing this, the two of them froze and their expressions became a little ugly.

Chen Fei continued to sternly: "In this Chinese Medicine Museum, insulting Chinese medicine and blaspheming seniors. You don't know your mistakes!"

"I, we're just talking." Han Dong's face flashed and he explained.

"Just say it!" Chen Fei snorted coldly, pointed at the statue, and asked sternly, "What's going on? Is this just a talk?"

"Now, you two, go back to me and apologize to the teachers, students and staff of the school." Chen Fei pointed at the two and ordered.

Han Dong was a little hesitant, but the long-haired Zhang Peng still looked rebellious, and he didn't listen to Chen Fei at all. He raised his face and said, "Are you just kidding? Why do you want us to apologize and review?"

"You--" Chen Fei's face was gloomy, and at this time, the movement here also attracted Mr. Du and other teachers and students.

Everyone watched, and Old Du asked, "Xiao Chen, what happened?"

Chen Fei pointed at the two of them and told them about their conversation and what they had done in public.
Chapter completed!