Rebirth in school

The teacher looked at Fu Qingqing's serious attitude and his expression softened.

Fu Qingqing was nodding her head, and seeing that the teacher didn't say anything, she looked up and saw the gentle teacher in front of her.

She felt that she had seen it wrong, and rubbed her eyes with her hands. When she found that the teacher in front of her was still her gentle-looking teacher, she couldn't help but speak out.

"Teacher, you look so pretty when you don't have a stern face."

The teacher in front of him chuckled and waved his hand when he heard what Fu Qingqing said.

"Hey, I don't want to keep a straight face, but there's nothing I can do. As a class teacher, I have to keep it that way."

"If I were to relax and laugh like other teachers, how many students would listen to me?"

"Student Fu, actually, I don't mean to embarrass you. I treat every student the same way."

"I don't have any children. I treat every student I teach as my own children."

"I hope that each of you can succeed, become a useful member of society, learn knowledge and enrich yourself."

"So, I have always been very strict. Everyone calls me 'The Strict Demon King'. Being strict has its benefits."

"In my class, every student will study hard, except for you, Fu Qingqing..."

"In all the classes I taught, everyone complained about me at the beginning and called me 'the devil of strictness'"

"I don't care if people say I'm inhumane or something like that. What I care about is that every student has undergone a qualitative change."

Fu Qingqing listened to the narration of her teacher and recalled what happened in the class.

Indeed, under the strict discipline of the Demon King, the grades of all the students in the class improved rapidly.

Although everyone complained about the teacher, they also listened to her very much and her image was deeply rooted in people's hearts.

Fu Qingqing looked at the teacher in front of her who suddenly became sentimental, and felt a little moved. She handed a piece of paper to the teacher and wiped his tears.

"Teacher, I'm used to your stern face. I'm not used to you being like this all of a sudden."

When the teacher heard Fu Qingqing's words, he quickly wiped away his tears, adjusted his mood, and said with a smile.

"Hey, I don't know what's going on. I suddenly became sentimental today. Mr. Fu, I'm sorry to have embarrassed you."

"Okay, there's nothing else to do. You can go now. As long as you keep up with your studies, I won't care about your leave."

"Just pretend you haven't seen me today. I'm still the same Demon King that the students are terrified of."

As the old teacher spoke, his aura brightened and he returned to his original serious self.

Fu Qingqing looked at her like this, and for some reason, a trace of heartache flashed through her heart. She had just heard from her teacher that she had no children.

Judging from the old teacher’s age, he is about 40 years old. In this era, women without children still do not have an easy life as in later generations.

Looking at the old teacher in front of him who was old-fashioned and serious, Fu Qingqing unconsciously spoke out what was in his mind.

"Teacher, how about I take your pulse?"

The teacher, who was correcting homework with his head down, was stunned when he heard Fu Qingqing's words. Then he threw away his pen and stretched out his hand.

"Okay, then thank you, Mr. Fu!"

A smile appeared on the teacher's face, but he actually had no hope in his heart.

In order to have a child, she didn't know how many detours she took, how many medicines she took, how many injections she got, and how many people she consulted, but nothing worked.

The once happy family was shattered, and now she is left alone.

She knew that Fu Qingqing in front of her was kind-hearted, so she did not refuse.

Fu Qingqing sat on a stool nearby and stretched out her hand to feel the teacher's pulse.

Five minutes later, Fu Qingqing took her hand off her pulse and looked at the teacher in front of her who didn't care at all.

I frowned slightly. How many doctors did I have to see to stay calm and not hold out any hope?

Alas, it is really not easy for women. Fu Qingqing coughed lightly and said to the teacher with a smile on her face. "Teacher, I can cure your condition."

"Okay," the teacher said, after seeing Fu Qingqing finish taking her pulse, he picked up her pen and started marking her homework.

Hearing Fu Qingqing's words, he responded casually, but suddenly dropped the pen in his hand, reacted, turned around and looked at Fu Qingqing in shock.

"Student Fu, what did you just say?"

Fu Qingqing looked at the teacher, whose face finally showed a slight change, and repeated, "Teacher, I said I can cure your disease."

After hearing what Fu Qingqing said, the old teacher's hands couldn't help but tremble, and he stared at Fu Qingqing intently.

"Student Fu, are you telling the truth? Are you sure my disease can be cured?"

Fu Qingqing nodded and said, "Well, I can cure your disease and you can still have children."

Hearing this, the old class teacher could no longer hold back and shed tears of excitement. He looked at Fu Qingqing in front of him, reached out and took her arm.

"Mr. Fu, is this true? Can I really still have a child?"

Looking at the teacher who was so excited that she was talking incoherently, Fu Qingqing took the tissue beside the table again, wiped her tears carefully, and said soothingly.

"Teacher, I can cure it, don't worry! Your uterus is too cold, and it is not suitable for the baby to implant at the moment."

"I'll write you a prescription later, and give you acupuncture for a week, and take medicine for half a month, and it will definitely be effective."

"In half a month, you will be able to have a child as you wish. At your current age, it will not be a problem for you to get pregnant."

"When you get pregnant, come to me again. I'll take your pulse and prescribe a medicine to keep you pregnant."

The old teacher took the tissue handed over by Fu Qingqing, wiped his tears, and nodded repeatedly.

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Fu. I have taken so many detours to treat my disease, but no one has succeeded. I never thought that it would be successful in the hands of my student."

"I take back what I just said, Mr. Fu. With your medical skills, you are really underappreciated in our Finance Class 1. How about I talk to you about transferring you to the Traditional Chinese Medicine major?"

Fu Qingqing waved her hand when she heard this.

"Teacher, I chose Finance Class 1 because of my career. I am more interested in business."

"If I wanted to study Chinese medicine, I would have gone there a long time ago."

"Traditional Chinese medicine is just my hobby. I will keep learning. Even if it is not my major, I can still learn it."

When the old class teacher heard this, he nodded.

"Yes, with your current medical skills, I think the teachers of traditional Chinese medicine can no longer teach you. You can move on to the next level."

After the teacher finished speaking, he sighed, "Hey, you are so young, but you have such superb medical skills and you have your own career. Compared with you, I suddenly feel that I am nothing."

Fu Qingqing looked at the old class teacher in front of her, who had completely put down his disguise, and said with a smile.

"Teacher, you are the strict devil in the eyes of all of us. Without your encouragement, there would not be so many successful students!"

"Okay, teacher, we still have some time for lunch break, so I'll give you the silver needle treatment first, and then I'll give you the prescription."

"Take it and go get the medicine. I'll write down the method of boiling the medicine for you. Just follow the method."

"The acupuncture needs to last for a week. I should ask for leave in a few days."

"Teacher, do you live in school or somewhere else? If you don't live in school, I will go to your house at night to give you acupuncture."