Then he looked at Shang Dynasty pretending to be mysterious, "I said that the manuscript in Zheng Cunren's hand was given to me. Do you believe it?"
Shang Chao raised his hand and scratched the tip of her nose, "I'm confused here, but I'm not stupid."
How could she give that kind of thing to an outsider?
The information session outside was already very lively.
Just because Zheng Cunren's words are clear and logical, Gu Xuefeng is being questioned from all sides.
"Teacher Gu, are you sure you are still right?"
"Then how do you explain what Professor Zheng said?"
Zheng Cunren raised his chin slightly, feeling a little swaying, "If you think I'm talking nonsense, I can show you some evidence!"
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"Indeed, if we all talk with our mouths, we won't be able to tell who is right. It would be best if Professor Zheng has records that we can learn from."
Zheng Cunren nodded, "Of course."
So, everyone watched as Zheng Cunren projected the acupuncture drawings saved on his mobile phone on the big screen.
Gu Xuefeng also took out his own drawings and compared the two drawings.
Everyone frowned after reading this.
"You can't seem to see any difference?"
Of course, those who say this are people who don’t understand acupuncture.
People who have studied acupuncture can see this, and Hu Qingsong is among them. He looked at Gu Xuefeng and said, "Xuefeng, is this acupuncture chart of yours left by your grandfather?"
If so, then there is solid evidence that there is something wrong with Gu Cunshan's acupuncture technique.
Gu Xuefeng shook his head, "No, this was given to me by a friend of mine who also studies acupuncture. Her pictures can't be wrong."
Hu Qingsong looked at him solemnly, "But I must tell you the truth, there is indeed something wrong with this picture."
Gu Xuefeng's brows suddenly furrowed in disbelief, "How is that possible?!"
As the dean, Hu Qingsong called several professors who had studied acupuncture to come up and took the microphone.
"Everyone, today's lecture is very important, so every link must be extremely rigorous. We must make a result as to whether these two acupuncture illustrations are correct or not."
The professors all nodded with expressions of shouldering a heavy responsibility.
Their entire discussion process was on stage and in public.
This process may have lasted about half an hour.
Finally, Hu Qingsong looked at Gu Xuefeng with some sadness, "Xuefeng, why don't you go down and sit and listen for a while?"
Gu Xuefeng stopped and said, "I stick to my point of view, and my acupuncture will not be wrong."
Hu Qingsong sighed.
The final unanimous research result of a dozen professors was that there was definitely something wrong with Gu Xuefeng's picture.
But it is impossible to confirm that there is nothing wrong with Zheng Cunren's drawings.
Therefore, Hu Qingsong looked at Zheng Cunren and said, "Professor Zheng, whose hand did this picture of yours come from? We must confirm that it is correct, otherwise it will be meaningless."
Zheng Cunren hesitated, "She is a friend of mine, but I have not confirmed whether she is willing to make her name public or show her face."
"It's now time. Even if you don't want to show up, you must at least prove that this is the result of her acupuncture research before we can believe it." Hu Qingsong frowned.
Zheng Cunren also knew that this was true.
However, Bai Anhua never revealed her intention to become famous. He just saw that Bai Anhua had left at some point.
"I can connect on the spot." Zheng Cunren said.
Then he took his mobile phone and dialed an encrypted phone number.
After the call was connected, an old and gruff voice came from the other side, "What's the matter?"
Zheng Cunren was used to hearing this voice, until the voice changer came on, "They wanted to make sure there was nothing wrong with this acupuncture picture."
The person over there seemed to smile and said, "How to confirm?"
Phone calls are hands-free.
So Hu Qingsong took the words and addressed him with honorifics, "Old gentleman, we are giving a lecture. Young people have made mistakes and have wrong acupuncture. We have seen your acupuncture diagram, but we are not sure whether it is foolproof. Can we
Can't you please make another connection and analyze it on the spot?"
The person on the phone snorted coldly, "There is absolutely no talent in the acupuncture world. Gu Cunshan killed a business plan, and you still want him to stand up?"
When Hu Qingsong heard this, he couldn't help but look at Mrs. Gu Wenjun.
The old lady was very angry when Zheng Cunren said this just now.
But at this moment, Mrs. Gu Wenjun looked very calm.
Hu Qingsong could only smile along with him, "After all, it is a big branch of traditional Chinese medicine. It would be a great thing if it can get up. When the time comes, I really hope that an old gentleman like you can come out and lead the young people."
The person on the other end of the phone was silent for a while.
"If you agree, we will have a video connection. You don't have to show up, just analyze the drawings?"
The person on the other end probably agreed.
Backstage.
Shang Chao frowned, "Isn't Gu Xuefeng a student taught by you?"
How could it go wrong?
He looked at the little girl in front of him. Her eyes were very bright and she was not nervous at all.
Then there is only one possibility.
Was all this planned by her? On purpose?
In other words, after disturbing hundreds of professors at the medical school and affiliated hospitals, she is actually asking Gu Xuefeng to act?
Who would dare to do such a thing except her?
Qian Qian smiled and nodded, "I taught him, so you didn't realize that his acting skills are good? How calm."
Shang Chao frowned slightly, "There are hundreds of professors here, aren't you afraid that you won't be able to get out for a while?"
She smiled and said, "You are there!"
The man stroked his forehead slightly.
Damn it, he is also a part of it! Shouldn't we be thankful that his little extras didn't forget to include him?
Knowing this, Shang Chao relaxed a lot and leaned back in his chair, "Do you know who is on the other side of the phone?"
Qian Qian shook her head, "I don't know, otherwise why would I bother with this?"
The Shang Dynasty didn't believe it.
She didn't know, and she probably just wasn't sure. She spent so much time just to let the other party slip into the trap and show up on his own, which would have a better effect than her trying to catch him.
Back to the stage again.
The person in the video screen only showed a pen and an acupuncture diagram, analyzing it.
The picture of Gu Xuefeng and Zheng Cunren just now has been analyzed.
The picture now is one provided by the person opposite.
Everyone in the audience listened very carefully and devotedly. After all, this person's lectures were indeed extremely profound and in-depth. You could tell at a glance that he was an acupuncture master.
"I disagree." Suddenly a voice interrupted the analysis in the video.
Qianqian came out from the backstage and spoke to the other side of the video, "I don't think this picture of yours is right. I also have a picture like this, which my teacher left for me."
The person in the video stopped and said, "Although Gu Cunshan made a mistake in the end, his acupuncture skills are unparalleled. How can your teacher be better than him?"
One thing Bai Anhua is sure of is that the picture she is explaining now was left by Gu Cunshan in his early years, and there is nothing wrong with it.