chapter 1 Hidden master on campus!

September, Jiangjing University of Traditional Chinese Medicine, Library.

Lysander Higginson casually selected an ancient Chinese medicine book "Osteology" from the bookshelf and came to the rest area.

As a freshman, he couldn't do military training because it was raining today, so he came to the library to read as soon as possible.

Although he didn’t know much about traditional Chinese medicine before entering university, this did not hinder his interest in traditional Chinese medicine and treating diseases and saving lives.

Of course, he had his own purpose in applying to the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

Lysander Higginson pulled out a chair in front of the table, sat down, and placed "Osteology" on the table.

He looked down at the book in front of him.

But he didn't turn the book, he just put his hands on both sides of the book casually.

Then, he patted lightly with his right hand.

A strange and magical scene happened!

Without any other movement, just like this, the book turned the pages silently and automatically!

Faced with such a strange scene, Lysander Higginson looked as normal as if everything was normal.

Fortunately, the school had just started, and there were very few people in the library. No one saw the weird scene just now, otherwise they wouldn't have thought it was haunted and been scared to death.

Lysander Higginson kept raising his right hand to take pictures, and kept turning the pages of the book until he entered the main text.

Read it with relish.

Just after reading a page, he raised his right hand again, ready to tap it down.

At this time, the sound of rapid footsteps sounded from a distance.

Lysander Higginson slowly lowered his raised hand with a normal expression.

The book was quiet without turning the pages, but the voice behind me arrived.

"Lysander Higginson, I finally found you!"

Lysander Higginson turned around and saw that the person coming was Echo Waugh, the assistant head teacher of their third class.

A beautiful and enthusiastic junior college student.

I remember on the first day of school, when Echo Waugh showed up and said she was the teacher of Class 3, all the boys in the class suddenly started howling like wolves with their eyes shining brightly.

"I didn't expect you to be so eager to learn. When everyone is sleeping after being exhausted from military training, you actually come to read a book?!"

Echo Waugh walked to the opposite side of Lysander Higginson, sat down and glanced at the books on the table. After saying something appreciatively, she asked curiously: "Ancient Chinese? Do you understand? Our Chinese medicine major only offers orthopedics in the second semester. It’s a bit early to start taking classes in this area!”

"Just looking around."

Lysander Higginson did not directly say that he could understand.

He can indeed understand.

"The spirit is commendable!"

Echo Waugh praised, then stared at him with her big eyes and asked, "I called you for a long time and no one answered, what's going on?"

Lysander Higginson was stunned when he heard this. He immediately took out his cell phone and looked at it. He found that there were indeed five missed calls on it. He said a little embarrassedly: "It's on mute. I didn't hear it."

Liu Xinjie nodded with relief. It seemed that she didn't intentionally not answer her call.

It was my first time as a class teacher, and I had very high expectations for this group of newly admitted freshman students. I didn't want to see a disobedient guy emerge from the class just a few days after school started.

"That's right. The reason why I'm calling you is that our college has temporarily decided to hold an open-air Mid-Autumn Festival party for freshmen in the playground tomorrow night. The college requires every freshman class to put on a program. I'm here to sign up for your program. We Everyone in the class must sign up, so don’t think about escaping, I will sort you out after you sign up.”

Echo Waugh explained, and then asked directly: "What are your specialties?"

"Specialty?"

Lysander Higginson thought for a while and said, "Does being able to play the flute count?"

Echo Waugh eyes lit up when she heard this, and she hurriedly asked: "How is the level? What is the national level?"

"Just average, I didn't pass the exam."

Lysander Higginson thought about his own level, then compared it with the old man's level, and immediately made a very fair evaluation of himself.

Echo Waugh was a little disappointed. She originally thought that the class would produce another amazing show, but she didn't expect that the level was just average.

"Can I listen to your playing first?"

At this time, she made up her mind. If her level was really as good as the guy in front of her said, then there would be no need to report it.

Lysander Higginson said with some embarrassment: "Yes, yes, but Dizi is in the dormitory now."

Then he pointed at the book.

The meaning is obvious, I want to read a book and don't want to go back to the dormitory.

"Higginson!"

Echo Waugh's friendly Higginson made Lysander Higginson skin crawl.

"Time is running out. We have to submit the program report at noon today. You have to be considerate, senior!"

Seeing the beautiful senior sister with a smile on her face and softly begging for help, Lysander Higginson suddenly felt dizzy.

This trick is a bit too much!

Say no, sorry.

But under normal circumstances, I would have to walk for forty minutes just to and from the dormitory and the library.

He really didn't want to waste too much time, and since he was a freshman, he didn't have a library card yet, so he couldn't borrow books and could only stay in the library to read.

After a slight hesitation, Lysander Higginson said: "Let's do it, senior, let me perform the hand flute for you. This way you can get a general idea of ​​my level. How about it?"

"Handflute? What is a handflute?"

Echo Waugh looked confused and became interested again.

Lysander Higginson patiently explained: "The hand flute is played using both hands as the resonance box of the instrument. It is very simple."

Upon hearing that it was very simple, Echo Waugh interest dropped again.

Seeing that Fang Qiu was so eager to learn, she, as the class teacher and senior sister, was too embarrassed to bother him, so she could only agree to this compromise method.

"Okay then, I'm all ears."

Seeing that there was no need to go back to the dormitory, Lysander Higginson put down the phone with a smile.

Under the gaze of the beautiful senior sister, he folded his hands directly into a cup-like shape, with his palms free, and his thumbs came together to make a small hole.

Mouth close to thumb.

Chest rumbling.

Airflow comes out of the mouth.

A beautiful melody instantly echoed throughout the library.

"This is?"

Echo Waugh eyes widened instantly, and she was filled with shock. She couldn't help but asked, "Is this "Blue and White Porcelain"?"

The next scene stunned her.

Lysander Higginson actually nodded while playing, without affecting his playing at all.

Echo Waugh looked at Lysander Higginson absentmindedly.

She originally thought that the hand flute was similar to whistling, but she never expected that it was so magical and played a melody that seemed like the sounds of nature.

This move is amazing!

I never expected that there would be such a powerful guy hiding in my own class!

There was no time to think about it anymore, she was immediately immersed in the beautiful melody.

She felt as if she was wandering in the antique scenery of Jiangnan, holding a pink oil-paper umbrella, standing on the stone bridge, leaning on the railing and looking at thousands of years, seeing the birth of beautiful blue and white porcelain, and seeing the gentle and poignant love story.

The sky is blue waiting for misty rain, and I am waiting for you.

Smoke curls up from the kitchen, thousands of miles across the river.

She seems to be a bystander, but also seems to be the heroine of a poignant love story.

A kind of sadness, a kind of longing.

Lightly haunting.

What a nice view!

So sad!

The melody continued, taking her wandering in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and she was so intoxicated that it was difficult to go back and forth.

…

After playing the song, Lysander Higginson put down his hands and looked at the beautiful senior sister with some surprise, who was still immersed in the melody. He continued reading without disturbing her.

One minute later.

The beautiful senior sister woke up, grabbed his hands, and said with shining eyes: "That's amazing! Lysander Higginson, you are so amazing! It sounds so good!"

"I have listened to Blue and White Porcelain dozens of times, and this is the first time that I feel so beautiful that I am immersed in it! Who would have thought that you could blow out the sounds of nature with just a pair of simple hands!"

"Senior sister, you have given me a reward."

Lysander Higginson hurriedly took out his hand and said with some embarrassment that he really didn't think his level was that good.

"No prizes at all!"

Echo Waugh directly denied Lysander Higginson's self-evaluation, and then gave him a resentful look, "You are at this level and you still say that you are average. I was almost deceived by you! Now, as the class teacher, I officially inform you that your The program has been requisitioned, no flute is needed, just play it with your hands!"

After saying that, she became excited and laughed, "Now our class has two shows, they will definitely be a hit."

"two?"

Lysander Higginson asked doubtfully, "What's the other show?" "Baron Frederick's martial arts performance! This kid is also very clumsy. He punches so hard that he doesn't even say anything. Although it's a little worse than your performance, it's still good. Great show!”

Echo Waugh stood up, raised her pink fist towards Lysander Higginson and said, "Our class will depend on you two tomorrow night! Come on!"

After speaking, he took out his library card from his pocket and threw it to Lysander Higginson.

"This is a reward from my senior sister. You can pay it back to me after you get your library card."

After saying that, he left in a hurry.

Martial arts?

Lysander Higginson looked at his hands and smiled.

He also knows martial arts.

But his is called martial arts.

Or martial arts.

Thinking of martial arts, Lysander Higginson couldn't help but look sad and sighed.

I don’t know how the old man is doing now?

He started martial arts when he was three years old. He is now seventeen years old and has been practicing hard for fourteen years.

And this is all done without the knowledge of anyone, including the parents.

When he was three years old, he met the old man, who secretly taught him for twelve years.

It wasn't until his sophomore year in high school that he realized that the old man had a hidden illness when he reached a new level. It was also at that time that he realized that in order to teach him, the old man had been suppressing the disease with his powerful cultivation instead of treating it.

Until he could no longer suppress it any longer, the old man left only a few words and quietly left without a trace.

"There is nothing left to teach, so practice martial arts well. I will go and treat the disease. See you again when we have the chance!"

He knew very well that the old man's injury was definitely not easy to heal, otherwise why would it take so long.

As long as he thought about the person he met unexpectedly when he was three years old and taught him for twelve years without any regrets, but he was unable to give back or even help him in the slightest, he couldn't help but feel guilty and painful in his heart.

Therefore, he applied for the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

I hope I can learn to be a great doctor and cure the old man’s illness.

I also hope to cure more people’s diseases.

He knew very well that the shorter the training time, the less dangerous the old man would be.

I just hope that the old man can persist until that day. .

What made him most embarrassed was that he had no idea what kind of disease the old man was suffering from. Although he was aware of the hidden disease, he didn't know the specific condition.

Therefore, he cannot study in a targeted manner.

So he had no choice but to learn as much as he could about the treatment methods involved in traditional Chinese medicine, and try not to waste any time.

The reason why he read orthopedic books first was because he was a martial arts practitioner and knew a little bit about muscles and bones. He also learned some treatment methods for bruises and injuries from the old man.

Therefore, he can pick up ancient books in this area relatively quickly.

I hope to learn from each other and become a great doctor.

I hope everything is well with the old man!

Lysander Higginson sighed in his heart, put away his library card, calmed down, and continued reading.

The library also returned to silence.

As Lysander Higginson palm continued to rise and fall, the pages of the book continued to open.

Soon, I finished reading a book.

He stood up and went into the bookshelf and selected another ancient book on orthopedics.

He planned to study one subject at a time until the plenary session, and he would only read ancient books. If modern medicine could cure the old man's disease, it would have been cured long ago. The old man would not suppress it for so long, so he chose to look for methods in ancient books.

Soon, I finished reading another one.

Lysander Higginson read very quickly, so fast that it didn't look like he was reading at all, but like he was flipping through a book.

The morning passed and Lysander Higginson had already read four or five ancient books on orthopedics.

He looked at the time on his phone and saw that it was already eleven o'clock at noon. He stretched out and mobilized his inner energy to make a circle inside his body. The fatigue suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Taking the unfinished book, he selected a few more ancient books on orthopedics to take back to the dormitory to read.

When I arrived at the borrowing area, I handed the books and library card to the librarian in front of me, a middle-aged man who looked a little cold.

The middle-aged man casually glanced at the library card, then glanced at the pile of ancient books, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he looked up at Lysander Higginson, the surprise in his eyes getting even stronger.

"New student? Can you understand?"