962: C962 Pseudoscience

C962 Pseudoscience

Time flowed like water. Unknowingly, there were less than ten minutes left before the end of class.

"Let's end today's class here. What other questions do you have?"

Putting down the chalk, Lin Fann smiled and said, "If there's no problem, then let's just end the class."

Don't, Teacher Lin, continue talking.

The ones who said this were the boys who looked weird in the beginning, but now their faces were full of reluctance.

They had indeed come to class with the purpose of treating insomnia, but they didn't expect to be mesmerized by this strange meridian.

Under Lin Fann's easy to understand explanation, the Chinese medicine was full of magic, but at the same time, it also made them full of enlightenment.

Oh, so there was such a thing in his body?

If the Twelve Channels were the emperor within his body, then the Eight Meridians were the role of the Prime Minister.

"Let us warmly applaud and thank Teacher Lin."

Standing up from his seat, Ning Caichen clapped. "Thank you, Teacher Lin, for bringing us such a far-reaching lesson."

Clap clap, clap clap …

Unlike the scattered applause at the beginning, this one didn't stop for a long time.

"Looks like this class is quite successful."

Looking over at Lin Fann, Ning Caichen nodded his head and gave a thumbs up.

The applause lasted for a minute before it stopped. However, everyone looked at Lin Fann with admiration.

"Teacher Lin's lecture is so good, I don't even have the mood to leave."

"Haha, those words of yours are so unkind, but I agree with that statement."

"Since there are still ten minutes left, let's hurry up and ask about the eight extraordinary meridians."

One voice after another rang out and everyone was still immersed in Lin Fann's lecture.

Down with TCM, down with TCM.

We believe in science and resist pseudoscience.

At this moment, a clamor sounded out from outside the classroom.

If you listened carefully, there seemed to be a large group of people walking towards them.

Some of the male students curiously ran out, but when they returned, their expressions were heavy.

"Oh no, that bunch from Western Medicine is here again."

"It seems like a demonstration. They say that traditional Chinese medicine is pseudoscience and that traditional Chinese medicine is a swindler."

"Definitely premeditated. Not only did he bring the flag, but he even called the media."

Hearing these words, everyone looked at Ning Caichen, who was on the stage.

Ning Caichen was a teacher in their department, and he was even the vice principal of Medical University.

In the current situation, only Dean Ning could handle this matter.1

However, the scale of the punishment this time was much larger than in the past. It was unlikely that Dean Ning could withstand it alone.

"Elder Ning, what's going on?"

Hearing the voice outside, Lin Fann frowned, "Pseudoscience? Feudal superstition? "

"Dr. Lin, you must be joking."

Nodding his head, Ning Caichen coldly snorted and said, "They come here every few days to cause trouble. Ever since I started the Chinese Medical Department, their western medicine department has always been against us."

"In their eyes, western medicine is the best way to treat a patient's illness. As for us Chinese medicine, we are just fooling around."

The more he spoke, the angrier he got. Ning Caichen took out his phone and said, "I've already criticized them in a message about this, but it seems like they're not listening. I'll call the security guards over."

"Elder Ning, there shouldn't be anyone answering the call right now."

Hearing the voice getting closer and closer, Lin Fann teased, "Besides, it's too late to make a phone call now. They are already at the door."

Bang!

The sound of the classroom door being opened confirmed Lin Fann's words.

A group of students holding a small red flag quickly ran in, shouting non-stop.

Pseudoscience, pseudoscience.

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