Bai Chuwei fed the old man a medicine and let him be carried out.
Zhao Guangming is also an old man in his seventies. Bai Hongguang and Liu Man and his wife were afraid that the old man would have an accident at their house, so they could not take the responsibility. When Zhao Guangming was half asleep, he was sent to the hospital directly.
The emergency doctor saw that Zhao Guangming was tightly guarding a book and muttered something to himself.
Suddenly, the old man sat up straight with a "whoosh", his scarlet eyes staring straight at the book in his hand.
He took the phone and made a trembling call.
"Professor Zhao, your students have been asking where you have been these past two days. You still have a lot of courses to attend. Come back to teach students tomorrow when the holiday is over."
Zhao Guangming muttered to himself: "What class are you still taking? I'm not going back."
President of Imperial College: "?"
not going back
Professor Zhao, do you know that there are more than a thousand students waiting for you to come back to class
Zhao Guangming hung up the phone decisively and urgently contacted a series of friends of his calligraphy and painting experts, archaeology experts, and cultural relic management experts in Haicheng.
Zhao Guangming has a broad circle of friends, and the WeChat group is a friend of his industry.
When these old guys were still chatting about their grandchildren, Zhao Guangming sent a message that shocked the entire WeChat group.
[Calligraphy Zhao Guangming: I may have found the original manuscript of "Shanyue Chronicles". ]
[Chinese painting old Li Tou: ? Have you been hacked? ]
[Go Huang Tianhua: ? Lao Zhao, are you drinking too much? ]
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All in the WeChat group "?", Zhao Guangming sneered.
China's classical cultural circle is about to change.
You still ask questions every day, and you have been hacked!
That night, a bunch of bigwigs in the circle came to Haicheng People's Hospital. Everyone has a pivotal position in the Chinese cultural circle. They directly alerted the dean who was about to sleep, thinking that some big-shot patient had come to the hospital!
However, the ward was tightly sealed, and the bald dean could only vaguely hear exclamations coming from inside, and some people were shouting "don't faint" and "steadfast"!
The reporter is the most responsive person, and soon got news from the hospital's eyeliner, and the cultural circles in Haicheng and even the surrounding cities are madly rushing here!
There must be some major news that shocked the whole country.
Even if the security guards stopped, many reporters got in in disguise.
Zhao Guangming's eyes were red, and he spit out a thick mouthful of turbid air, "So you can be sure that the seal above is real?"
The elegant expert next to him pushed the presbyopic glasses on the bridge of his nose: "Eight, nine, ten."
If the seal is real, then 90% of it is a manuscript!
With gloved hands, Zhao Guangming carefully turned to the last few pages, bursting into tears with excitement: "There are a few more unpublished content here!"
There are currently thirty-six chapters in "Story of the Mountain Moon" on the market, and they were just about to reach the climax of the full text, and then stopped abruptly.
And the manuscript in their hands has been written thirty-eight times!
This book was written by Bai Chuwei more than 200 years ago, but then the old emperor of the dynasty was about to die. She returned to the imperial capital to visit, and then she left it there too lazy to write again, and completely cut off more eunuchs. It has been more than 200 years.
The death of the old emperor made it too late to publish the two later chapters.
The reporter pretending to be a nurse almost fainted with excitement when he heard the conversations of several bosses.
What the hell!
Absolutely big news!