"Hello everyone, everyone, now I am standing at Jingcheng Hospital. Today, the China Traditional Chinese Medicine Forum Summit will be held. This summit is the most solemn event in China Traditional Chinese Medicine in recent years. It is guided and coordinated by the Ministry of Health and organized by Jingcheng Hospital. It brings together the top group of experts, scholars and related practitioners in the field of Chinese traditional Chinese medicine..."

Miss Qiao Biyun, the leading actress of Dongjiang Provincial TV, is standing at the entrance of Beijing Hospital, facing the camera, telling and introducing.

With a slight flash of the camera, I saw the media around me who were not gathered together.

However, since the summit is crucial, it is not directly made public, and only a few official media reporters were invited to interview and report.

As for Dongjiang TV, which is far away from the north and south, there is no need to come and join in the fun.

But under Qiao Biyun's insistence, Dongjiang Provincial TV still gave the green light.

However, if the Beijing Hospital, which is not easy to deal with, is willing to give Qiao Biyun and the others a green light, it will have to give a question mark...

Seeing that a group of security guards directly set up a cordon at the door of the administrative building and turned away the media reporters who had no invitation letters, Xiao Qiao led his colleagues to face with great confidence.

"Original TV Station in Dongjiang Province?"

When the security guard saw the ID presented by Xiao Qiao, he frowned and said, "You are so attentive when you run over so far."

Qiao Biyun Zhanyan said: "Of course, traditional Chinese medicine is a cultural treasure of our China. We will certainly not miss this exciting event when we learned that it had held such an exciting event."

The security guard was not moved by beauty, and did not take a provincial TV station seriously. He said with a blank expression: "I'm sorry, no one who has no invitation letter is allowed to enter."

Other journalists who were also turned down smiled playfully.

None of them, local media, are qualified to enter. A young reporter from Dongjiang also wants to sneak in. It turns out that he doesn’t know how high the walls of the capital are.

An old woman was in a half-baked Beijing accent and said in a confident tone: "Miss, this is the capital, not your Dongjiang Province. You are not doing things here, but you are not as casual as your Dongjiang Province."

After saying that, everyone burst into laughter again.

Not to mention, the most xenophobic people in the capital are often not the natives in the capital, but the people in the new capital.

Moreover, this old lady of Mrs. Xu probably also envies Xiao Qiao's youthful beauty.

Xiao Qiao glanced at her sideways, turned around, and said slowly:

"I don't have an invitation, but I have this."

After taking out his cell phone and operating it, Xiao Qiao hung it in front of the security guard for a while.

The security guard immediately looked straight, then repeatedly confirmed, immediately moved out of his body, and said politely: "Hello comrade, please come in."

"Thank you, little brother."

Xiao Qiao smiled sweetly, raised her goose neck, and walked into the administrative building proudly from other media reporters.

When she arrived at the door, Xiao Qiao leaned back and said to the elder sister who had ridiculed her before: "It seems that I am more casual in the capital than in Dongjiang Province... Auntie."

She flipped the two words "Auntie" out of particular length, raised her slender five fingers and shook them, and stepped on her high heels and left.

The reporters from other media were surprised. The elder sister who was yelled at the verge of reproach, questioned: "There is no invitation letter either. Why can she, a reporter from Dongjiang, enter because she is beautiful?"

The security guard thought to himself that you are finally self-aware, but he still said in a formal manner: "Although she did not have an invitation letter, she was invited by an expert at the meeting in person."

"Who? Which expert is so handsome and openly makes it special. I want to complain to the organizer!" The elder sister was competing for the sake of face.

The security guard said lightly: "It's Song Che-song expert. He has a cooperative relationship with Dongjiang Provincial TV. If you have any questions, you can question Song expert himself when the meeting ends."

“…”

The elder sister and other reporters were stunned and suddenly became silent.

I almost forgot that expert Song Che is also from Dongjiang Province, so it is reasonable to invite his own royal reporter over.

Although the strong dragon cannot defeat the local snake, who has made this crossing dragon have become so popular recently? It can even be said that the opportunity for the holding of this Traditional Chinese Medicine Summit was also due to him!

...

Along the sign, Xiao Qiao led the man straight to the conference room floor in a casual manner.

As soon as the elevator door opened, she was startled by the scene in front of her.

In the corridor, there were people who were covered in darkness!

Seeing this, Xiao Qiao was a bit like a headless fly, so she had to take her cell phone and dial Song Che's phone, and said in a sweet voice: "Expert Song, I have arrived. Can I come out and lead a way?"

A very low voice came from over there, accompanied by noise, "I'm not welcome, but I'm waiting for an interview. Please tell me the specific location and I'll have someone pick you up."

"The show is indeed different now."

Xiao Qiao joked and said that she was at the elevator entrance. After waiting for a while, a staff member came and took them to a large rest and reception room.

The meeting has not officially begun. In addition to a few media outlets, the protagonists are the leaders, experts and big shots.

As soon as Xiao Qiao entered the house, she soon saw Song Che's little face in the sofa area.

At this moment, Song Che was surrounded by several reporters for an interview.

"Expert Song, the herbal tea medicine you developed has passed a series of procedures and is being arranged for sale on a large scale. What do you think of the prospects of herbal tea medicine?"

"Can you tell me more about your glorious deeds in South Africa fighting robbers, saving the epidemic, and curing the UAE president?"

"You went to South Africa for rescue under the name Xing Linke, but Xing Linke himself deceived the masses for his own selfish desires. Why haven't you come forward to clarify?"

“…”

Questions from the continuous cannons kept coming.

Song Che was as stable as Mount Tai, answering questions one by one (fooling) one by one.

"At best, I am a doctor, saving lives and helping the wounded is my mission. As for these deeds, they are just a small episode in my career. I also hope that everyone will focus more on the medical cause of our country and promote personal heroism," Song Che said with ease.

This half-baked Beijing accent and official accent made Xiao Qiao feel confused.

Just as she was about to step forward to join the questioning team, suddenly, a male reporter squeezed up first, handed the microphone to Song Che's mouth, and said: "Expert Song, there is news that you had previously claimed on media programs that traditional Chinese medicine should have been eliminated long ago, and even defined as feudal dregs. But now you have become famous by traditional Chinese medicine. Does this seem inconsistent?"
Chapter completed!