My Three Realms Red Envelope Group

Chapter 677 Acupuncture and Moxibustion Bronze Man
"Mom, it seems too late to go now."

Eagle City is [-] miles away from the capital, and it takes a long time to fly. Including the time to go to the airport and the waiting time, it is estimated that there is no more than two hours.

The day lily was cold in two hours.

"Then go too!"

Mingyu said categorically, "This is a major national event, we must go no matter what!"

She had placed high hopes on the Ming family before, but she did not expect this to happen.

Although she was disappointed with the Ming family, it was her natal family after all, not to mention that this was a major issue involving the whole Chinese medicine, how could she remain indifferent!

"Okay, I'm going now!"

Chen Xin made a decisive decision and immediately called to book a ticket, but was told that the flight to the capital would only be available in an hour.

It was extremely urgent, Chen Xin couldn't wait for an hour, and suddenly had an idea, and hurriedly called Lei Wanjun.

"Brother Lei, I'm going to the capital to face the King of Cold Medicine, but the flight is late, is there any way?"

Lei Wanjun said: "Great, I was just about to tell you, you just go to the airport, I will let the higher-ups contact the airport and ask them to send you a special plane."

"is this OK?"

Chen Xin was a little puzzled, was it a bit of a ostentation to use the private plane when there was a disagreement?

"Of course you can. You are fighting for your country. No one will say anything. Just remember to show your evidence."

After speaking, Lei Wanjun hung up the phone, probably to ask for instructions from above.

Then Shitou drove and took Chen Xin directly to the airport.

After arriving, I saw a slightly rich middle-aged man in the waiting hall, looking around, his eyes lit up when he saw Chen Xin, and he came up to him and asked, "Is this Colonel Chen?"

"Oh, it's you?"

"I'm Xie Dongfeng, the general manager of the airport. I received a notice from above saying that there is an urgent military matter, and a special plane will be dispatched. Do you think so?"

Hearing Chen Xin's tone, Xie Dongfeng already believed that Chen Xin was the person he was waiting for, but he couldn't be sure without seeing the certificate.

"Oh, I need to go to the capital immediately, here are the documents."

Chen Xin remembered Lei Wanjun's words, took out the ID and handed it to Xie Dongfeng.

Xie Dongfeng took a look at it, immediately smiled, returned the certificate to Chen Xin, bowed slightly and said:

"Senior Colonel Chen, the special plane is ready, please go to the green channel to board the plane."

Yep, save the line.

"Thank you."

Chen Xin thanked him, followed Xie Dongfeng into the airport, and saw a special plane ready to go, thinking that this small book is really useful, saving money on buying tickets.

Beijing.

Medical College Plaza.

On a very cold day, Minghui was sweating profusely.

The record of one loss and one tie made him feel uncertain, and his expression was unprecedentedly dignified.

He deeply understands that once he loses, he will be a sinner of China, and the Ming family will be ashamed.

Careless!

Minghui felt extremely regretful.

He thought that with his medical skills, he should be able to defeat Doctor Han and let the Ming family and himself go to the next level, but he didn't expect that it would be difficult for him to get off.

On the opposite side, Cui Shengjun, the doctor of cold medicine, looked indifferent, with a calm and breezy look, and said with a smile:

"President Ming, can we start the third game now?"

Minghui hesitated, "What is the third game?"

In the first game, the needling method was similar to Cui Wuxuan's betting method that day. He lost to the King of Doctors.

In the second round, at his strong request, the two sides competed in pharmacology, and the result was a tie.

In the third round, if it was about healing, he still had hope, but if it was about other things, he might be in danger.

Do not!
You can't let Cui Shengjun control the rhythm, you have to take the initiative, he can't afford to lose...

However, Minghui just wanted to talk about medical skills, but Doctor Han smiled indifferently, "You and I are both people of status, and ordinary competitions can't tell the level, why don't we have something special?"

Minghui's heart skipped a beat, and he said with an ugly face, "How can you be considered special?"

Doctor Han smiled and waved his hand, only to see a few people from the Han country carrying a thing as tall as a person onto the stage, covered with a red cloth, and it was impossible to tell what it was.

When the red cloth was uncovered, it turned out to be a one-to-one ratio bronze figure, each acupuncture point was clearly visible on the bronze figure.

"This……"

"This is the bronze acupuncture man!"

Minghui exclaimed, and many knowledgeable people in the audience stood up one after another, and the chairs and stools fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Yes, this is indeed the bronze acupuncture man."

The corner of Doctor Han's mouth twitched with complacency, he was very satisfied with everyone's performance.

Ming Hui's face was ugly, "The king of cold medicine, the bronze acupuncture figure is an ancient Chinese relic. It was made in the fifth year of Tiansheng in the Northern Song Dynasty. In 1027, Song Renzong ordered the emperor of acupuncture and moxibustion to be the only one. How did it get to the cold country?"

The doctor of Han said nonsense in a serious manner: "The only sage king of needles is of blood from my Han country, what's so strange about that!"

"You... shameless!"

Minghui's complexion was ashen with anger, Wang Weiyi was from the Song Dynasty, how could he be from the Han Country?

Han Doctor Wang did not change his expression, and said calmly, "Of course Wang Weiyi is from Han Country, otherwise why is his bronze acupuncture man in my hand?"

Minghui was so angry that he was speechless, but at this moment he heard a voice say:
"Northern Song Dynasty Acupuncture and Moxibustion Bronze Figures were made by Emperor Renzong of Song Dynasty in the fifth year of Tiansheng in Northern Song Dynasty. There were two original ones, and their whereabouts were unknown due to the war. However, there are many imitations in later generations. King Hanyi, how do you prove that this is the original?" ?”

Qiu Yehong walked onto the stage unhurriedly, staring at Doctor Han with burning eyes:
"I don't know if the bronze acupuncture figure in your hand is a copy, or was it stolen from Huaxia?"

Doctor Han smiled, and answered the wrong question: "Old Qiu is not at home to take care of his granddaughter, so I have time to discuss these things."

Qiu Yehong's heart trembled, her nails almost dug into her flesh, her eyes were full of pain.Immediately let go, let out a heavy breath:

"Compared to the rise and fall of traditional Chinese medicine, the life of my granddaughter...is insignificant. Please ask Doctor Han to answer my question just now."

"Although there are many imitations, the bronze bronze figures of acupuncture and moxibustion in the Northern Song Dynasty are different,"

Doctor Han narrowed his eyes slightly, and said lightly:

"Its height is similar to that of a normal adult. The front and back sides can be opened and closed. There are viscera and organs carved in the body. Acupuncture points are engraved on the surface of the bronze figure, and the names of the acupoints are engraved in gold characters beside the acupoints."

"Old Qiu, look, is this bronze man real or fake?"

Qiu Yehong stared at the bronze acupuncture figure for a while, then sighed, "The bronze figure is real, so it was stolen!"

Doctor Han said displeased:

"If you don't have evidence, don't talk about it. The only one who is the King of Acupuncture is from the cold country. How can you steal it?"

Hearing this, everyone looked ugly.

The bronze man of acupuncture and moxibustion in the Northern Song Dynasty is definitely a national treasure of China, but he disappeared after the war, but now he has fallen into the hands of the most shameless Han people. It is almost as difficult as going to heaven to come back.

Doctor Han gave a disdainful smile, and looked at Minghui: "President Ming, you and I will use this bronze acupuncture figure for the third round. How about comparing the acupuncture techniques again?"

The corner of Minghui's mouth twitched, it seemed like a fair game, but since the other party dared to bring it up, he must have been immersed in this field for many years, how could he compare?
But the other party has already proposed, if they refuse, it will undoubtedly be regarded as being afraid of the other party.

He can't bear this blame.

(End of this chapter)