I was reborn after my cousin stole my life.

Chapter 237: I was praised

Yuan Xiu smiled and began to help Liu Yazhi prepare "wine-roasted licorice root".

"Wine-roasted licorice" involves placing sliced ​​licorice in a porcelain bowl, pouring in an appropriate amount of rice wine, stirring well, and letting it soak.

After soaking sufficiently, place it in an iron pot to roast.

"Yuan Xiu, can you tell me what the purpose of roasting licorice root with wine is?" Professor Zhang asked directly when he saw Yuan Xiu starting to help her classmate roast the medicinal herbs, without leaving.

Yuan Xiu raised her head and said in a smooth tone, "Professor, licorice itself is neutral in nature. It can invigorate qi and replenish the middle jiao, clear heat and detoxify. After being processed with wine, it can enhance its warming and tonifying effects, and can also guide the medicine upward. It is more effective for symptoms such as weak spleen and stomach, palpitations and shortness of breath."

Professor Zhang nodded in satisfaction: "That's right. Not only do you have to know how to do it, but you also have to understand why you do it that way. That's the essence of traditional Chinese medicine processing."

After saying that, he went to the next group with his hands behind his back.

Liu Yazhi stuck out her tongue and whispered, "I'm really afraid he'll ask me."

"You know that already, why are you afraid he'll ask?"

"I get nervous. I've always been most afraid of teachers calling on me to answer questions."

"You're not afraid of treating patients in the countryside, but you're afraid of being called on by the teacher to answer questions."

"Oh dear, I only see doctors for things like colds and fevers, minor illnesses, and they prescribe Western medicine pills..."

The two chatted quietly, but their hands never stopped. They poured the soaked licorice slices into a pre-made iron pot and slowly roasted them over a low flame, turning them over as they roasted to ensure that each slice was heated evenly. They continued until the surface of the licorice slices became moist and shiny, and the aroma of the rice wine intertwined with the bitterness of the licorice, becoming increasingly mellow. Only then did they turn off the heat and remove the licorice from the pot.

Two kinds of medicinal herbs that had already been prepared were placed on the table in front of him.

The thin slices of angelica root are slightly yellow and coated with the aroma of wheat bran.

The licorice slices are warm and smooth, with a hint of wine aroma.

Sunlight streamed in through the old-fashioned wooden windows, falling on rows of bamboo trays filled with slices of medicinal herbs—yellow, green, black, and brown.

A group of young students of traditional Chinese medicine, with charcoal ash on their noses and medicinal juice on their hands, diligently transformed a handful of wild herbs into medicine that could save lives.

In this lesson, they learned not only how to make medicine, but also how to be doctors.

Once all the preparations are complete, the final step begins.

Professor Zhang laid out all the processed medicinal materials in a row and began to comment on them one by one.

"Which team prepared this medicinal herb?"

Professor Zhang pointed to a lump of medicinal herbs whose color was indistinguishable and which had been overcooked and asked a question.

A student raised his hand, his face flushed.

Professor Zhang picked up the medicinal herbs, crushed them into powder with his fingers, and asked, "Do you think this medicine is usable?"

The students all shook their heads.

Some people are criticized, while others are praised.

"Xia Yang's group did a perfect job!"

Professor Zhang picked up the medicinal herbs that Xia Yang had prepared and carefully commented, "Look..."

The other groups spent a minute commenting on their medicinal herbs, but the commentary on Xia Yang's herbs was used as a textbook example.

One classmate muttered, "He's been learning from his family since he was little, so he must be really good at it. If I were like him, I'd be even better than him..."

When it came to Yuan Xiu's group, Professor Zhang nodded in satisfaction. "Yuan Xiu and Liu Yazhi's group did a very good job in processing the ingredients. They cleaned them thoroughly, cut them evenly, and controlled the heat just right. The angelica root stir-fried with wheat bran was not burnt, and the licorice root roasted in wine was properly soaked."

Liu Yazhi excitedly grabbed Yuan Xiu's hand. Of all the groups, Professor Zhang only praised two: Xia Yang's group and their group.

"Stay calm."

Liu Yazhi: "I can't stay calm!"

Because of a snake bite, Ding Xuewen took leave to go home and did not return to school until three days later, thus missing the course on processing medicinal herbs.

As soon as he returned to school, he borrowed Xia Yang's course notes from the past few days.

Some students in the classroom were talking about it: "Wasn't it said he was bitten by a non-venomous snake? Why did he take so many days off?"

"Yes, if it were me, I wouldn't take a single day off. We're at the stage where we're learning the basics right now, and the teacher said it's best not to miss any class. Yet he took so many days off, and he's fallen far behind in his studies."

"He's also on our class committee, but I never see him do anything for the class. He's always busy with his poetry club."

"If we were to re-elect the class committee, I would definitely vote against it."

"When we were choosing the sports and arts representative, Teacher Zhou mentioned his name, and no one objected."

"He was so enthusiastic back then! He was everywhere, and he even suggested going to the early morning study session. I thought he would be suitable to be the class monitor."

"Oh dear, it's not Teacher Zhou's fault, Teacher Zhou didn't know either."

"No wonder, we were all fooled by his appearance. His poetry club is famous throughout the school, so naturally he looks down on our class's little arts and sports representative."

"Why don't we talk to Teacher Zhou and elect a new student affairs representative?"

"Just the few of us? Do you think Teacher Zhou will listen?"

"Who said it's just the few of us? We can ask the other students for their opinions!"

then……

"What? Ask Teacher Zhou to replace the student affairs committee member?" Yuan Xiu and Liu Yazhi exchanged a glance. Why did they suddenly think of replacing the student affairs committee member?

"Yes! Our class's extracurricular activities haven't made any progress. Just because the school doesn't organize them doesn't mean we shouldn't do them either, right? I heard other classes are even having social events with upperclassmen to learn from each other. Our class's extracurricular representative even got into an argument with someone over the poetry club last time. Some worker-peasant-soldier students aren't very talented, but we can't generalize, can we? Some of the upperclassmen already had clinical experience before they went to university. Even if they can't write poetry, surely they can treat patients? There's something we can learn from them, isn't there?"

Yuan Xiu nodded in agreement. That was true. Every single one of the people their hospital sent to university back then was an outstanding talent that the hospital was focusing on cultivating.

"So you're planning to..."

"We plan to hold a vote to select a truly suitable student to lead our class in organizing extracurricular activities that will help us improve!"

"Yuan Xiu, you should join in too. If more than half of the class agrees, Teacher Zhou will definitely listen to everyone's opinions."

Liu Yazhi was the first to nod, "I agree! Class committee members are there to do real work for our class, so if someone isn't suitable, we should naturally elect a new one. Yuan Xiu, what about you?"

Yuan Xiu thought about it and nodded. Ding Xuexue was indeed not suitable.

As for extracurricular activities in the class, Ding Xuewen organized a newspaper reading and sharing session at the very beginning, and there hasn't been anything since.

Strictly speaking, the poetry club has nothing to do with the class; it's a school club.

The student who initiated the proposal approached each classmate individually, and almost everyone agreed as soon as it was mentioned, even those who had a good relationship with Ding Xuewen.

"So what if they have a good relationship? If it's not a good fit, he should be replaced. It'll allow him to focus his energy on the poetry club; who knows, he might actually publish a collection of poems someday. He has the talent!"