"Audience friends, hello everyone, now I am standing in the Beijing Hospital, here today, will be held the Chinese Traditional Chinese Medicine Forum Summit, the summit can be described as the most grand event of Chinese medicine in recent years, by the Ministry of Health leadership guidance and coordination, led by the Beijing Hospital organization, brought together the top experts and related practitioners in the field of Chinese traditional Chinese medicine......"

Miss Qiao Biyun, the head of Dongjiang Provincial TV Station, is standing at the door of the Beijing Hospital, facing the camera, telling and introducing.

The camera flickered slightly, and I saw the media around who were also not together.

However, due to the importance of the summit, it was not directly open to the public, and only a few official media reporters were invited to interview and report.

And Dongjiang TV, which is far away from the north and south, it stands to reason that there is no need to come over to join in the fun.

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

However, if the Beijing Hospital, which can't be beaten by eight poles, is willing to give Qiao Biyun the green light or not, there will be 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 those media reporters who did not have invitation letters, Xiao Qiao led his colleagues to walk towards him with high spirits.

"Dongjiang Provincial TV's?"

When the security guard saw the ID presented by Xiao Qiao, he frowned and said, "You have come so far away, you are kind enough." ”

Qiao Biyun said: "Of course, traditional Chinese medicine is our cultural treasure in China, and we will certainly not miss it when we know that such an exciting event has been held." ”

The security guard was not moved by the beauty, let alone a provincial TV station in his eyes, and said expressionlessly: "I'm sorry, if you don't have an invitation letter, you won't be allowed to enter." ”

The other reporters who were also eating the closed-door soup laughed playfully.

None of them, the local media, are qualified to enter, and a young reporter from Dongjiang also wants to be confused in, because he doesn't know how high the walls of the capital are.

An eldest sister said in a half-baked Beijing accent, with a confident tone: "Little girl, this is the capital, not your Dongjiang Province, doing things here is not as casual as your Dongjiang Province." ”

After saying that, everyone burst into laughter again.

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

Moreover, this eldest sister of Xu Lao Banniang is probably also envious and jealous of Xiao Qiao's youth and beauty.

Xiao Qiao glanced at her squintly, turned his head, and said unhurriedly:

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

Xiao Qiao took out his mobile phone and dangled it in front of the security guard.

The security guard immediately looked straight in the eyes, confirmed it repeatedly, immediately let go of his body, and said politely: "Hello comrade, please enter." ”

"Thanks, little brother."

Xiao Qiao smiled, raised her gooseneck, and proudly walked into the administrative building in front of other media reporters.

When she arrived at the door, Xiao Qiao tilted her head back and said to the eldest sister who had ridiculed her before: "It seems that I am more casual in doing things in the capital than in Dongjiang Province...... Aunt. ”

She dragged the word "aunt" extraordinarily long, raised her slender five fingers and shook it, and walked away on her high heels.

Other media reporters were surprised, and the eldest sister who was choked back turned blue and asked: "There is also no invitation letter, why can she, a reporter from Dongjiang, enter just because she is beautiful?" ”

The security guard thought to himself, eldest sister, you are finally self-aware, but he still said businesslikely: "Although she didn't have an invitation letter, she was personally invited by an expert attending the meeting." ”

"Who? Which expert has such a big style, and he has openly engaged in specialization, I want to complain to the organizer! "The eldest sister is fighting hard for the sake of face.

The security guard said lightly: "It's Expert Song Chesong, he has a cooperative relationship with Dongjiang Provincial TV Station, if you have any questions, you can question Expert Song himself when the meeting is over." ”

“……”

The eldest sister and the other reporters were stunned for a moment, and they were all dumbfounded.

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

Although the strong dragon can't suppress the head snake, who made this dragon cross the river too strong recently, it can even be said that the opportunity to hold this Chinese medicine summit is also because of him!

……

Following the sign, Xiao Qiao led the people straight up to the conference room floor in a dashing manner.

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

In the corridor, the black pressure is full of people!

Seeing this, Xiao Qiao was a bit like a headless fly, so he had to take out his mobile phone and dial Song Che's phone, and said coquettishly: "Expert Song, I've arrived, can you come out and lead the way?" ”

A very low voice came from there, accompanied by noise, "It's far away, but I'm waiting for an interview, you name the specific location, and I'll have someone pick you up." ”

"The pomp and circumstance is really not what it used to be."

Little Joe joked that he was at the elevator entrance, and after waiting for a while, a staff member came over and led them to a large rest room.

The meeting has not officially begun, and now the gathering in the reception room, except for a few media, the protagonists are the leaders, experts and bigwigs.

As soon as Xiao Qiao entered the house, he soon saw Song Che's little white 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 large-scale marketing, what do you think is the prospect of herbal tea medicine?"

"Can you tell us more about your glorious story in South Africa in fighting robbers, saving the pandemic, and curing the UAE president?"

"You went to South Africa to rescue under the name of Xing Linke, but Xing Linke himself deceived the masses for his own selfish desires, why have you not come forward to clarify?"

“……”

The barrage of questions kept coming.

Song Che was as steady as Mount Tai, and answered the questions one by one (confused) in the past.

"Say a thousand things and ten thousand, I am a doctor at best, saving lives and helping the wounded is my mission, as for these deeds, they are just a small episode in the process of my practice, and I hope that everyone will pay more attention to the medical cause of our country, and advocate personal heroism." Song Che said with ease.

This is also a half-baked Beijing accent and an official accent, which made Xiao Qiao mutter.

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 have openly declared that traditional Chinese medicine should have been eliminated a long time ago, and even defined as feudal dross on media programs before, but now you rely on traditional Chinese medicine to make a name for yourself, does this seem inconsistent?" ”