Cherished By Seven Sisters by Melvin Houle

Chapter 562 Preventing Disease Before It Strikes

The stern man snorted and said coldly, “If you think I’m not teaching properly, why don’t you do it?”

Anyone who had been a student before would likely find this phrase very familiar.

Whenever the teacher was lecturing from the podium and someone below was disrupting the classroom discipline, the teacher would always stop and say to that student, “Come on, since you’re so good at talking, why don’t you come up to the podium?”

This was a sign that the teacher was about to lose his temper.

At that time, the stern-looking man was just like that. He didn’t care whether the students listened to the class, slept, or played on their phones, as long as they didn’t disrupt the lesson.

After all, doing so was showing disrespect toward the teacher.

If Emrys could read his thoughts, he would certainly scoff.

reserved for those who take responsibility, not for those who merely recite from textbooks just to fulfill their

from Mathias that the doctors who were arranged to give lectures were not volunteering. Instead, they were

salaries while teaching with such an attitude, and still expecting respect? Does

strode toward the podium and said, “If you can’t teach, just

to take the podium when asked to give a lecture, even insisting that the man himself

to look into it. How could Jazona University have nurtured such a disobedient student? It’s a downright

course, these were matters

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fly into a rage as expected. Instead, he chose

the podium and not be able to utter a single word, the

the students in

fixed on the podium, focused on

a handsome teacher give a lecture was indeed a pleasurable

in line, and I am the least competent.’ Perplexed, the king asked, ‘Then why are you the most famous?’ The miracle doctor explained, ‘My elder brother often treats illnesses before they even manifest. At that time, the patients were unaware of their own symptoms and were cured before they realized it. Therefore, they were oblivious to my brother’s