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Instead of getting into college, I enrolled in a self-funded medical school. Soon after school started, I got bored. I studied medicine because I liked white, but it was boring. Took the parents' hard-earned money to read, there is always a heavy sense of guilt in my heart, plus a long way to study, every day depressed.

"Today we're talking about eyes..." "Said the new professor from the podium.

This is very much like the beginning of a literature lecture. But the professor, dressed in white overalls, immediately took out a cow's eye the size of a teacup, dissected it for us, and solemnly said, "I asked someone to buy it from the southern suburbs early in the morning. When you become doctors in the future, first, you must have a moral heart, and second, you must not talk on paper." Display the bloody orb as if it were a ripe red apple.

The teachers who gave us lectures were all famous doctors in the hospital. As the saying goes, the mountain is not high, there are fairies. But when the professor demonstrated it to me, I narrowed my eyes. I can't bear to have my window ruined like this. Through the palisade eyelashes, I saw a drop of cow's blood on the cuff of the professor's fine suit, his hair as white as the dust of the South Sea Goddess of Mercy.

After class, I hurried home. When I was changing cars, I suddenly noticed a clump of white hair blowing in front of me. Professor of ophthalmology! I should have gone right over and said hello, but at heart I'm a lonely, shy girl. I don't think the professors who have only taken the class once know me, so let's get out of the way.

I didn't realize that the professor took the same bus route as me. Only his house was far from the bus stop, bypassing the government compound where my family lived.

The professor left the lectern, just a plain old man. He leaned wearily on the arm of his chair, no longer the class chic. I thought if he just got older, someone would offer him a seat. I hate that I'm not big enough to get a seat for my teacher.

Finally one day, as I was getting off the bus, I said to my professor, "Why don't you walk through our yard? It's a long way."

Sure enough, the professor didn't recognize me and said, "Oh, are you my patient?"

"You've just given us a lecture," I said.

The professor smiled apologetically: "There are too many students and patients to remember."

"There's a gatekeeper in that yard. Are you allowed to walk away? That saves a lot of time." The professor looked at the door and thought.

"The egg vendor, the sewing machine vendor, they are invincible. You can follow me. We also have a green garden in our yard." I pulled the professor.

"Green is best for eyes." "Said the professor, following me into the courtyard.

An old woman knitting was guarding the gate. The professor and I passed her talking about flowers and plants. I suddenly felt like a wasp sting -- the old woman squinted at us.

Her husband had long since died, and it was her greatest pleasure to look askance at others every day.

From then on, my professor and I often passed by the garden.

One day, my mother said to me, "I heard that you go out with an old man in pairs every day?"

I said, "He's a professor! The back door out of our compound is his home. That's the way."

Mother said, "I heard you were talking late in the garden?"

"Let's look at green for a while. Nothing more than a set of eye exercises..." I argued angrily, not for myself, but for the professor.

Mother sighed and said, "Mother believes you, but others talk." I shouted, "What other people! That's the old cross-eyed woman! I wish she were blind! '

Anyway, Mom won't let me travel with the professor anymore. How do you tell the professor? I had to tell the whole story. "That old woman, with crooked eyes and a crooked heart, is a KGB agent!" I was filled with righteous indignation.

The professor looked at me and said regretfully, "Why didn't I notice such eyes earlier?" He said no more sadly.

When the class was over, I ran, trying to avoid the professor. Unfortunately, the car took a long time to come, like a flood dam, to store everyone in one place. When I reached the gate of the compound, the professor rushed up to me and said, "I will walk here again today."

The intellectuals have lost their temper. But what right do I have to stop the professor's course of action? "You can go if you want." I had to pick up my pace and walk apart from the professor. I have seen the old woman watching us darkly, wrapped around the never-ending ball of black wool.

"I need you to come with me." "Said the professor earnestly and firmly. As a student, I have no reason to refuse.

I went into the compound with the professor. I felt not one but several pairs of eyes squinting at us. Squint must be a virulent infection.

"You point me to a specific person." The professor was insistent.

I was shocked and wished I had given the professor the bottom pocket. Now the professor wants to fight injustice.

"Forget it! Forget it! Don't be angry, you'll just ignore her from now on!" I was busy trying to dissuade him.

"How can you just let it go?" The professor was firm.

I'm at my wit's end. Why would I offend my professor over this cross-eyed woman? Besides, I hate such people in my heart. I stretched my finger and said, "That's the woman with the ball of black thread."

The professor nodded and strode over. "Excuse me, is it you who often see me and my students pass by?" The professor asked politely, his eyes scanning the old woman's face like lasers.

In the career of an old woman, there are probably very few people who are fair and square. She squinted. "In fact, I... I... And didn't say anything..."

The professor took another step, almost to the bridge of the old woman's nose. The ball of wool in the woman's hand rolled to the ground.

Do gentle professors want to fight? I was so anxious that I didn't know what to do. Then I heard the professor say, "You are sick."

In Beijing dialect, "diseased" is a special term, which refers to mental illness.

"You're the one who's sick!" The old woman suddenly went wild. The trick a rapper uses to get caught is to play dead and then pounce.

"Yes, I am. My heart and joints are bad." The professor, completely unaware of the venom, said gently, "But my illness is under treatment, and you don't know it. You have a very serious disease in your eyes. If you don't take care of it, you will become more and more strabismus and blind."

'Ah! The old woman's face was mournful, her sick slanted eyes almost falling out of her eyes.

"You can't curse people with red lips and white teeth!" The old woman was still dubious.

The professor took out the gilded certificate and said, "I go out to the specialist clinic in the eye hospital every Monday. You can come to me and I will give you a thorough examination and treatment."

I looked at the professor more surprised than the old woman. The old woman was well informed. She hurried to the professor and said, "Thank you! Thank you!"

"Thank my students. She was the one who first found out about your eyes. She'll be a good doctor someday." "Said the professor quietly, his white hair fluttering like dust in the breeze.

A drop of water fell straight out of the inclined eye.