"Huh?" Zhao Yuan was stunned. He thought he had misheard and asked in surprise, "Principal Ma, what did you just say? You want me to teach a course on the Basic Theory of Traditional Chinese Medicine?"
"That's right." Ma Guotao nodded forcefully. "Zhao Yuan, I sincerely hope you'll agree."
Once he was sure he hadn't misheard, Zhao Yuan's surprise didn't lessen in the slightest. In fact, it grew even stronger.
He gave a wry smile. "Principal Ma, you're not joking with me, are you? Me, teach a course? I'm just a first-year student. What qualifications do I have to teach?"
Ma Guotao said, "Ability has nothing to do with age or what year you're in. The medical skills you displayed when you defeated the Jinling Zhao Family put old-timers like us to shame. If you're not qualified to teach, then most of the instructors at this university would be out of a job!"
Zhao Yuan was still hesitant.
Just then, BANG! The door to Ma Guotao's office was flung open from the outside.
