mtl008 Chapter 354 Western Poison
Chapter 354 Western Poison
Song Tingnan didn't take credit for the successful completion of the task; it was mainly because everyone cooperated well. So she quickly put that aside and threw herself into her studies.
The overall situation seems stable now, but there are undercurrents surging in places that ordinary people can't see. Song Tingnan wishes he had the ability to be in two places at once so he could learn everything.
A new professor has arrived for the new semester and is recruiting students. I heard that the research focuses on a sub-discipline that studies the pharmacological effects of traditional Chinese medicine based on traditional Chinese medicine theory.
Listening to my roommates' discussions, it mainly included Traditional Chinese Medicine: such as the Yin-Yang and Five Elements theory, the theory of Zang-Fu organs and meridians, the basic substances of life activities, the theory of constitution, etiology, pathogenesis, diagnosis, pathogenesis and syndrome differentiation, prevention, treatment principles and methods, etc.; as well as the basic knowledge of Chinese medicine, efficacy, application, usage, precautions, chemical composition, pharmacological effects and clinical reports, etc.
All courses were very important. Under Yu Kewen's guidance, she learned a lot about physics and chemistry. However, drugs, poisons, and pharmacology were a new subject for her.
Song Tingnan's knowledge of poison came from Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison, in "The Legend of the Condor Heroes." Last time, when she was drugged, Du Hongzhi gave her the drug to incapacitate two enemy agents, making her feel that she was completely defenseless. She felt she needed to master some of these deadly skills to feel secure.
However, this professor was selective; he chose his students carefully, and anyone wanting to take his class had to pass an assessment.
Upon learning of this situation, Song Tingnan signed up without hesitation. After a rigorous selection process, Song Tingnan received an interview invitation, which she eagerly rushed over to. However, when she arrived, she found only about ten people scattered around. Goodness, the selection process was quite ruthless; even if they all joined, they wouldn't be enough for a single class.
The interviews were conducted in groups of three. Song Tingnan and two other girls followed a middle-aged man inside. She had assumed it would be in a classroom or office, but instead, they found themselves in a courtyard with flowers, grass, a pavilion, a small bridge over a stream, and even lotus flowers. Did their school really have such a beautiful and tranquil place? Song Tingnan had no idea.
Alright, the three of them will have to come in batches, one by one, for the interview in the pavilion. The order will be decided by the three of them. After discussing it, the other two girls, who looked like senior students, said they should follow the order of seniority. Song Tingnan didn't argue, and decided that the last one would be the last one.
There was an open-air pavilion with an old man inside, who must be the stern professor. He said, "Who's first? Come on, draw a picture for me."
Upon hearing this, Song Tingnan's jaw dropped. Was this for real? Medicine? Painting? Was there a connection? Probably, since line drawing is used to depict body structure and such.
Song Tingnan felt she had no chance. She hadn't studied art professionally. Art classes at school were often taken over by teachers of other subjects, so she'd wasted her time. Oh well, what's done is done! It wouldn't be polite to quit now; who knows, maybe she'd stumble upon something by sheer luck.
A senior student was already sitting gracefully beside the easel, looking quite confident. Another student glanced at Ting Nan, then walked over and joined the group to watch.
Song Tingnan figured she probably didn't have much of a chance, so she didn't want to spoil the mood of her senior who was painting. She was the last one, so it would be two hours before it was her turn, and she thought she'd take a stroll around the courtyard.
The lotus flowers were in full bloom, pink and white, complementing the lotus leaves and creating a beautiful summer scene. Ting Nan was well aware that she couldn't paint this beautiful scene.
She had the privilege of seeing Zhang Daqian's lotus paintings, which were simple and pure, graceful and elegant; Qi Baishi's lotus paintings were simple and lovely, full of leisure and interest, with free and easy brushstrokes, full of vigor and vitality, and looked ethereal from afar.
She felt she didn't have the courage to put pen to paper. Looking at the lotus pods, she wanted to taste them and wondered which was sweeter, the one her older brother had picked.
It must be from my eldest brother's family. Every time he brings back lotus pods, they're always the biggest and tenderest, glistening with dew, carrying with them his love for his sister. Sigh, I can't even count on my fingers how long it's been since I've seen my brothers. I miss them.