Chapter 64: My Chinese Heart

  On May 20th, a cloudy day, in the morning, at Yanjing University, when the class bell rang, Ouyang Yun, dressed in military uniform, carrying his lecture notes, quickly walked into the easternmost classroom on the second floor of the teaching building. Behind him followed Chu Tiange, also wearing a military uniform.

  Wearing a military uniform to class was Gu Liyun's idea, thinking that it would make him look more intimidating and awe-inspiring to the students. Ouyang Yun didn't really want to rely on his uniform to impress people, but for his first time on the podium, he wasn't confident, so he went along with it.

  The classroom was packed with students, many of whom were seated on the floor, and Chu Tian Ge had to find a seat at the very back. As class monitor Fan Wei loudly shouted "Attention!", the students stood up and bowed in unison as Ou Yang Yun stepped onto the podium.

  Ouyang Yun gave a crisp military salute, smiled and said: "Everyone please sit down." After everyone sat down, his eyes scanned the faces of all the people, saw Pan Mei Ren and Chen Jia Yao, nodded slightly without any trace, then said: "I'll introduce myself first. My surname is Ouyang, single name Yun, no nickname." He picked up a piece of chalk and wrote his name on the blackboard, looked at it, turned around and said: "My handwriting is not good, please don't laugh, classmates."

  "Pffft!" He'd have been better off not saying it, but as soon as he did, someone couldn't help but burst out laughing.

  Ouyang Yun didn't think much of it, picked up the attendance sheet and took a look, saying: "There are thirty-five people on the attendance list, but there are at least fifty classmates sitting here, so let's not bother with roll call and just start class."

  Put down the flower name book, open the lecture notes, turn around and write "Modern Medicine" on the blackboard. Ouyang Yun spoke eloquently: "As for the definition, origin and development of medicine, I think you all should be very clear about that. So, next we will focus on exploring modern medicine."

  The history of medicine is long and far-reaching, such as the traditional Chinese medicine in our country. The development and continuation of Chinese medicine can be said to be a miracle. Many ancient human civilizations around the world, such as ancient Egypt and ancient India, have created brilliant medical achievements at one time, but only Chinese medicine has been truly passed down. The concept of modern medicine, on the other hand, emerged only in recent centuries and developed from ancient Greek medicine, with Chinese medicine playing an important role in it and having a profound impact on the pharmacology of modern medicine.

  He paused for a moment, observing the students' reactions, and asked: "Looking at everyone's expressions, I can see that many of you have doubts about my positioning of the relationship between Chinese medicine and modern medicine. We will discuss this issue in depth next time. Next, let's talk about ancient Greek medicine. Ancient Greek medicine had a huge impact on later generations, and in a certain sense, Roman medicine and medieval Arab medicine were its continuations.

  The school of thought represented by Hippocrates in ancient Greece abandoned theological explanations and sought to find the causes of diseases in nature and the human body. This school emphasized clinical observation, advocated for prevention, and stressed the importance of taking measures that helped the body recover naturally. These ideas are an important historical root of modern clinical medicine, and some ethical principles outlined in the Hippocratic Oath are still revered by doctors today...

  "Now let's talk about modern medicine..."

  Ouyang Yun had no experience as a teacher, and his first lesson was quite dull. Fortunately, the materials he prepared were novel enough to satisfy the students' curiosity, making up for his lack of teaching skills. When the bell rang, he let out a sigh of relief, thinking that being a teacher was harder than he thought, and his throat was parched from talking so much. Taking advantage of the bell, he hastily said, "That's all for today, see you later!" and quickly gathered his notes to make a swift exit.

  However, the students did not let him go, and after bowing under Fan Wei's lead, someone suddenly shouted: "Professor Ouyang, sing a song!"

  "Sing a song!" He was just stepping down from the stage, heard this proposal and stumbled, almost fell over, muttering to himself that this throat can still sing, if he sings again it will catch fire. Bowing to everyone, he said: "Next time," pointing to his throat with his hand.

  At this time, Pan Manren's face turned red as she squeezed out of the crowd with a thermos cup, not daring to look at his face, and said in a low voice: "Professor, drink some tea to soothe your throat."

  The beauty presented a cup of tea with a hint of flirtation, Ouyang Yun smiled and thanked her, took the teacup and drank a small sip, seeing that the water was warm, he drank two more big sips, handed it back to her, thanked her again, just about to leave, but several girls blocked the door.

  He wanted to find Chu Tian Ge to help him out, but this guy was actually standing with Chen Jia Yao and had completely forgotten his teaching assistant identity, chiming in: "I can prove that the professor's singing is indeed not bad!"

  "Just sing 'In the Water'!"

  Ouyang Yun was taken aback, thinking that even "In the Water" knew about it. He couldn't help but look at Pan Mei, whose face turned red all the way to her neck. She glanced at him timidly and quickly lowered her head.

  Ouyang Yun didn't mean to blame her, and even felt a little happy - Pan Mei's impression on him was really good. Perhaps it was because in the 21st century, girls like this simply didn't exist, so her shyness fell into his eyes, especially touching his heartstrings. She could tell her best friend about what happened at the hospital, did that mean she had feelings for him too? He smiled and said: "Then let's sing one, the song is called 'My Chinese Heart'."

  The students applauded and cheered.

  Ouyang Yun cleared his throat with his hand and began to sing:

  Rivers and mountains exist only in my dreams

  The motherland has been away from me for many years

  But no matter what, it can't be changed

  My Chinese heart.

  Western-style clothes are worn on the body

  My heart is still Chinese at heart

  My ancestors have already taken everything from me

  Stamped with Chinese seal.

  Yangtze River, Great Wall

  Mount Huang, Yellow River

  It weighs heavily on my mind.

  No matter when, no matter where

  In my heart, they are equally dear.

  The blood flowing in my heart

  Resounding with the voice of China

  Even if born in a foreign land, it can't be changed

  "My Chinese Heart"

  The song ended, and the students were still immersed in it. Many people had tears streaming down their faces, clearly deeply moved. The corridor was also packed with students at this time, apparently all attracted by the singing voice. It's unclear who started clapping first, but then applause erupted from both inside and outside the classroom like a wave. Everyone applauded while shouting loudly: "You sang too well, come on, one more song!"

  When Ouyang Yun was a special soldier, his few leisure activities were K songs and drinking. His throat had been trained for a long time and was still passable. He originally just wanted to sing casually, but the song "My Chinese Heart" was written too well, and as he sang, he naturally thought of reality, and his emotions gradually became sincere. With the voice and emotion, even he himself was moved. He won't be singing songs anymore, but he has a lot to say: "Songs can't solve any practical problems. Does everyone know? What I want to do now is answer your questions, but unfortunately, no one asked me any questions. Did you all understand what I said earlier? Or do you not have any opinions of your own? Learning starts with doubt and asking questions. As for this professor title, I'm actually quite terrified. The reason I mustered up the courage to stand here is that I hope to inspire some real professors among you, because our country really needs them. How many people are there in China? 400 million. How many children are there? At least 50 million. But how many schools and universities are there in China? And how many experts and professors can compare with those in the West? Take penicillin for example. The British discovered it, but I'm afraid most Chinese people don't even know what microorganisms are. I admit that we have four great inventions to be proud of: the compass, gunpowder, movable type printing, and papermaking. These are all remarkable inventions, but they only prove the wisdom of our ancestors. Today's history is created by us...

  The bell rang, and Ou Yang Yun only then realized that he had gone a bit too far. He hugged his lecture notes and squeezed out of the classroom, seeing Gu Xingjian at the end of the corridor, and couldn't help but feel very embarrassed. He hastily smiled and said: "Professor Gu, sorry, I forgot about the time."

  Gu Menggang smiled and said: "Nothing, you spoke extremely well, I also gained a lot from listening."

  This is a true master, Ou Yang Yun this plagiarist naturally dare not mention it together, even called dare not, sincere apology again, and then go downstairs with Chu Tian Ge.

  They had just walked out of the teaching building, and Sutuolaideng came up to greet them, smiling and saying: "Mr. Ouyang seems to be very popular with the students, I now feel that arranging only two classes for you every week is really too few."

  "Principal, stop joking. With this level of ability, it's already difficult to handle two classes, and if we add more, I'm afraid we'll be in trouble."

  Situ smiled and handed him a letter, saying: "This is a letter from Harvard University President Conant asking me to deliver it to you. He hopes that if convenient for you, you will visit Harvard - Mr. Ouyang, would you mind my sending your paper to President Conant for review?"

  Ouyang Yun smiled and didn't say anything, in his opinion this was a good thing, it was equivalent to helping "Penicillin" do some advertising - that paper only mentioned some superficial things, the key technology for mass production he didn't write down.

  Harvard University, as a traditional private university in the United States, has a considerable reputation in the country, having produced many presidents, and there is even a saying that "there was Harvard before there was America". Being invited to visit by Harvard University is an honor of great magnitude in Si Tuolei's eyes. However, Ou Yangyun's reaction made him feel somewhat incredulous - this young man didn't even hasten to open the letter, merely thanked him and said he would consider it, then bid him farewell and left directly.

  This Ou Yang Yun must have been in the United States before, he wouldn't be unaware of Harvard, would he? Looking at his straight back, Si Tu couldn't help but feel suspicious.