Fairy Red Packets

"Mom, it seems it's too late to go now."

Eagle City is 1,500 miles away from the capital, and it takes a long time to fly by plane, plus the time to go to the airport and the waiting time, it is estimated that there are not two hours left.

The day lily was cold in two hours.

"That's also going!"

Mingyu said decisively, "This is a major event in the country, I must go anyway!"

She had high hopes for the Ming family before, but she didn't expect this to happen.

Although she was disappointed with Ming's family, it was her natal family after all, let alone this is a major event involving the entire Chinese medicine, how can she be indifferent!

"Well, I will go now!"

Chen Xin made a prompt decision and called to book tickets immediately, but was told that there would be a flight to Beijing only an hour later.

In a hurry, Chen Xin couldn't wait for an hour. Suddenly, with an idea, he hurriedly called Lei Wanjun.

"Brother Lei, I'm going to the capital to fight the King of Cold Medicine, but the flight can't make it. Is there a way?"

Lei Wanjun said: "Great, I'm about to tell you, you just go to the airport, I will let them contact the airport and let them send you a special plane."

"Is this okay?"

Chen Xin was a little puzzled, and used the special plane if he didn't agree with him.

"Of course you can. You are fighting for the country. No one will say anything. You can just remember to show your evidence at that time."

After speaking, Lei Wanjun hung up, so he should have asked for instructions.

Then Shishi drove Chen Xin directly to the airport.

After arriving, I saw a slightly rich middle-aged man in the terminal, looking around, his eyes brightened when he saw Chen Xin, and he greeted him and asked, "Is it Da Colonel Chen?"

"Oh, you are?"

"I am Xie Dongfeng, general manager of the airport. I received the notice from the above, saying that there is emergency military affairs and a special plane will be deployed. Look?"

Listening to Chen Xin's tone, Xie Dongfeng already believed that Chen Xin was the person he was waiting for, but he was not sure if he saw the documents.

"Oh, I need to go to the capital right away. This is a certificate."

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

Xie Dongfeng took a look, suddenly opened his eyes and smiled, then returned the ID to Chen Xin, and bowed slightly:

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

Yes, I can save the queue.

"Thank you."

Chen Xin thanked him, and as Xie Dongfeng walked into the airport, he saw that a special plane was ready for departure. He thought that this small book was really useful, and he didn't have to buy tickets.

Capital.

Medical School Plaza.

On a cold day, Minghui was sweating profusely.

The record of one loss and one tie made him feel more dignified than ever.

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

Careless!

Minghui regretted it.

He thought that with his medical skills, he should be able to defeat the king of cold doctors and let the Ming family and himself rise to the next level.

On the opposite side, Cui Shengjun, the king of cold doctors, had a calm expression, and said with a smile:

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

Minghui hesitated, "What is the third game?"

The first round of acupuncture is similar to Cui Wuxuan's gambling method that day. He lost to the King of Cold Medicine.

In the second game, under his strong request, the two sides compared pharmacologically and the result was a tie.

In this third game, if it is better than curing the disease, he still has hope, if it is better than others, I am afraid it will be dangerous.

Do not!

Cui Shengjun can’t control the rhythm, he has to take the initiative, he can’t afford to lose...

However, when Ming Hui just wanted to talk about better than medical skills, Han Yi Wang smiled indifferently, "You and I are all people with identities. You can't see the level in ordinary games. Why don't you just have something special?"

Minghui chuckles, his face is ugly and said, "What is special?"

The King of Cold Medicine smiled and waved his hand, only to see a few people from the cold country walking up to the stage carrying a tall object, covered with a red cloth, and it was impossible to see what it was.

When the red cloth was uncovered, it was surprisingly a bronze figure with a ratio of one to one. On the bronze figure, various acupoints were clearly visible.

"This……"

"This is the bronze man of acupuncture!"

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

"Yes, this is indeed a bronze man of acupuncture."

The corner of Han Yi Wang's mouth evoked a touch of pride, and he was very satisfied with everyone's performance.

Minghui looked ugly, "The cold doctor, the bronze man of acupuncture and moxibustion is an ancient Chinese artifact. It was the only one made by the Emperor Renzong of the Northern Song Dynasty for the fifth year of the Tiansheng Emperor in 1027. How did he get to the cold country?"

The King of Cold Medicine spoke serious nonsense: "The only book of the King of Needles is of my Cold Country blood. What's so strange!"

"You... shameless!"

Minghui's expression was ashen, and Wang Weiyi was from the Song Dynasty, so why did he become a native of the cold country?

The cold doctor didn't change his face and his heart was not beating. He said indifferently, "Of course Wang Weiyi is from the cold country. Otherwise, why is his acupuncture bronze man in my hands?"

Minghui was speechless, but at this moment, he heard a voice say:

"The bronze man of acupuncture and moxibustion in the Northern Song Dynasty was used by Tiansheng in the Northern Song Dynasty for five years. Song Renzong ordered the Hanlin Medical Officer to make them only. There were two original ones, and their whereabouts were unknown due to the war. However, later generations often have imitated them. ?"

Qiu Yehong stepped onto the stage unhurriedly, staring at the cold doctor king with scorching eyes:

"I wonder if this bronze man of acupuncture and moxibustion in your hand is an imitation or is it stolen from my Huaxia?"

The King of Cold Medicine smiled, and answered the wrong question: "Old Qiu is not at home to look after his granddaughter, but he has leisure to discuss this."

Qiuyehong's heart trembled, her nails almost pinched into the flesh, her eyes full of pain.Immediately let go, and let out a heavy breath:

"Compared with the rise and fall of Chinese medicine, my granddaughter's life... is insignificant. I also ask the King of Cold Medicine to answer my question."

"Although there are a lot of imitations, the bronze figure of acupuncture and moxibustion in the Northern Song Dynasty is different."

The King of Cold Medicine narrowed his eyes and said lightly:

"The height is similar to that of a normal adult. The front and back sides can be opened and closed. The body is carved with internal organs. The surface of the bronze figure is carved with acupuncture points. The name of the acupuncture point is carved with gold letters next to it."

"Look at Mr. Qiu, is this bronze man true or not?"

Qiu Yehong stared at the bronze man in acupuncture and moxibustion for a while, and sighed: "The bronze man is real, and it was stolen!"

The cold doctor said unhappyly:

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

Hearing that, everyone looked ugly.

The bronze man of acupuncture and moxibustion in the Northern Song Dynasty was definitely a national treasure of China, but after the war and chaos, he did not know where he was going, but now he fell into the hands of the most shameless man from the cold country.

The cold doctor smiled disdainfully and looked at Minghui: "Chairman Ming, you and I will use this acupuncture bronze figure for the third round. How about another needle technique?"

Minghui's mouth twitched. It seemed like a fair game, but since the opponent dared to bring it up, he must have been immersed in this aspect for many years.

But the other party has already raised it, and if he refuses, he will undoubtedly be regarded as afraid of the other party.

He can't bear this pot.