Bai Xiao returned to school, and the next day she had a Traditional Chinese Medicine class.
It was said that this class was about Acupuncture, and she arrived late, well after the school year had already started, missing quite a bit.
Fortunately, in the first class, there was a familiar process.
Upon arriving in the classroom, she saw all unfamiliar faces, as the Medical University had many visiting scholars, and nobody paid attention to Bai Xiao. She found a seat in the back row and sat down.
The professor who taught the class was an old pedant whose lectures were hollow and dull, basically no different from what Bai Xiao had initially studied.
Acupuncture was different from other subjects, mere lecturing could not do it justice; it involved real skill with Acupuncture points, and a mistake could truly cause harm to someone.
The miraculous Traditional Chinese Medicine masters in those TV dramas did exist as remarkable people in folk tales, making Acupuncture a magical discipline.
Moreover, to this day, many foreigners are fascinated by it, yet they fail to grasp its essence.
As a discipline, Traditional Chinese Medicine and Acupuncture did not have many followers. The Medical College mainly focused on Western medicine. They offered this course to meet the demands of the era, after all, they had many visiting scholars, and diversity was deemed necessary.
However, there weren’t many students in the classroom, and by the middle of the lecture, several students had intermittently sneaked out when the teacher wasn’t looking.
Bai Xiao, looking at the sparse attendance, felt anxious for the professor up front.
No wonder, the professor was really delivering a dry and unimaginative lecture, which made it difficult to maintain focus. Even she began to doze off, let alone others.
It truly wasn’t other people’s fault.
Bai Xiao felt that this teaching method really needed to be improved. Otherwise, studying Traditional Chinese Medicine, already niche, would fail to attract young people who preferred promising disciplines. Without an engaging teaching method, all students might well just go back to sleep.
Just as she was struggling with her drooping eyelids, a thunderous voice boomed.
"You, yes, you, the female student dozing off there! If you want to sleep, go back and sleep. If you cannot respect your own teacher as a student, then it truly speaks to the moral decay and decline of our times."
Bai Xiao was jolted awake by the voice, looked around, and saw the old professor pointing furiously in her direction while all her classmates stared at her strangely.
At last, she belatedly realized she was "you"!
"What? You’re not convinced, you think the teacher is not interesting, then you come here and lecture. You students of this generation gain a little knowledge and become overly ambitious, with such an attitude how can you study properly?" The professor was vehemently criticizing Bai Xiao as a typical example.
Bai Xiao was truly troubled.
She hadn’t done anything, not even truly fallen asleep; she simply could not understand.
"Teacher, I mean no disrespect, but your lecture is just too dull. I want to listen attentively, but it’s more tedious than ancient scriptures. If you change the method, maybe I wouldn’t be dozing off," Bai Xiao stood up and explained innocently.
It’s fine to explain, but her words were infuriating.
All students empathized deeply, almost on the verge of applauding, but her words had infuriated the professor so much his beard almost stood on end.
"Unable to assess your own level yet criticizing the teaching method, you’re truly a hopeless case! You complain about my lectures being dull, then please, come here and give us a lecture that isn’t dull."
Today, the old professor was really up against Bai Xiao.