The strongest door-to-door son-in-law

Chapter 1595
"Yes, originally I just found a small room in the inner warehouse, but later I opened it and found that it was a passage leading deep underground."

"After Chen Yatou and the others eliminated the possibility of a trap, they looked inside and finally discovered the location of the real Xixia treasure house."

"Then what's the problem now?" Ye Feng knew that Old Man Zeng must have called him over not just to show him this.

"The problem is that it can't be opened."

"Can't open it? What can't be opened?"

"The door can't be opened." Old Man Zeng sounded like what a careless housewife who left her keys at home would say to a locksmith.

"Why can't it be opened?" Ye Feng was puzzled.

The door lock structures in ancient tombs are nothing more than those types, Mingtang cross lock, plum blossom lock, Yaozi twelve wood lock...

Chen Xinxue is an expert in this field, how could she not know?

Moreover, the Yanjing Museum sent so many experts.

Old man Zeng knew what Ye Feng meant and said helplessly: "We have all tried it."

"Tried them all? Everything?"

Old man Zeng nodded one by one.

"What about blasting? If that doesn't work, can we demolish it violently? If the amount of directional explosives is controlled well, it won't be a problem to break one or two holes, right?"

Old man Zeng shook his head: "If it weren't for the structure of this warehouse within a warehouse, they would have tried it long ago. It's just that the kerosene on the Baolong fire glazed roof has not been completely removed that day. In fact, it cannot be removed. Who knows that violent demolition will cause What kind of shock, what if the kerosene is poured out..."

Old man Zeng stopped talking in the middle of his sentence. He shuddered when he thought of the scene where kerosene filled the entire Xixia treasure house and burned all the people and cultural relics inside.

"So you're looking for me?" Ye Feng pointed at himself.

Old man Zeng looked at Ye Feng expectantly.

"What can I do?" Ye Feng is not a god, not to mention that all the information can only be judged from a video. He does not dare to give advice as recklessly as last time.

"But that copper door..." Ye Feng stared at the still video screen and took a closer look.

Hope arose in Old Man Zeng's heart.

This video was specially taken by Chen Xinxue with the expedition team and sent to the museum, and she asked Ye Feng to see it by name.

If Ye Feng could not give any substantial suggestions, Old Man Zeng was worried that Chen Xinxue would be disappointed.

"What's wrong with this bronze door?" Old man Zeng became energetic and came to the screen.

"It's nothing, the patterns on it are quite nice." Ye Feng pointed to the patterns on the bronze door.

Old man Zeng straightened up in disappointment.

"Did you really not see anything?" he asked reluctantly.

"Mr. Zeng, don't worry. These things have been there for hundreds of years anyway. Are you still worried that they will run away?" Ye Feng patted Old Zeng on the shoulder and consoled him.

Old man Zeng was stunned for a moment, he naturally knew this truth.

Just like the tomb of Qin Shihuang, when the existing technology cannot guarantee the safe opening of the tomb, it is a common practice in the archaeological community to not open it temporarily and wait until the technology matures or other conditions arise to open the tomb in the future.

In this way, the cultural relics in the ancient tomb can be protected to the greatest extent.

The older the tomb, the more so.

"Yes, okay, then I'll tell Ms. Chen not to open this door in a hurry, but to sort out all the cultural relics around it first."

"When will Chen Xinxue come back?" Ye Feng suddenly asked.

When asked, he felt a little regretful, no, he regretted it very much.

Because he saw that the wrinkles on Old Man Zeng's old face were smoothed out, as if it had been ironed: "What? Miss Chen Yatou?"

Ye Feng couldn't stop old man Zeng's lewd smile, so he turned around and left.Old man Zeng was still muttering from behind: "Young man, what are you so ashamed of?"

After leaving the museum, Ye Feng drove to the Li Group.

The next day was the competition between Chinese traditional Chinese medicine and Korean medicine. Under the strong request and eagerness to observe and learn from Tian Tian and others, Ye Feng decided to close the Wuming Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic for one day.

Today, not only did Li Ruoyun give herself a day off to accompany Ye Feng to compete, but Li Zhengde and Fang Huiqiong also put on their best clothes and prepared to go together to help out.

It looked like it was almost time, and just when Ye Feng was about to take his family out, his cell phone suddenly rang.

Tian Tian called.

Ye Feng pressed the answer button and asked: "Tian Tian, ​​have you set off?"

"Brother Feng, can you come to the medical center now?" Tian Tian sounded anxious.

"What's going on? What happened?" Ye Feng couldn't help but be stunned.

Tian Tian quickly told the matter.

It turned out that this morning when Tian Tian was about to drive to the International Convention and Exhibition Center, he suddenly received a call.

It was a call from the patient's family.

On the phone, the patient's family members called for help, saying that his mother was dying, and he was now carrying her mother outside the Wuming Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic.

After all, it was a matter of life and death, so Tian Tian had no choice but to drive to the hospital.

After arriving at the hospital, Tian Tian examined the man's mother and found that she had heart failure.

After routine treatment, the man's mother's condition not only did not improve, but became increasingly serious.

Tian Tian was helpless and desperate, so she had no choice but to call Ye Feng.

"Tian Tian, ​​don't worry, try to stabilize the patient's condition, I'll come over now!"

After hanging up the phone, Ye Feng informed Li Ruoyun of the situation.

Li Ruoyun supported Ye Feng in going to save people.

Fang Huiqiong disagreed and reminded: "My good son-in-law, the competition is important. Why don't you go to the medical center after the competition?"

Ye Feng's face darkened and he replied: "The patient cannot survive that time. As a doctor, if you ignore the patient's life, even if you beat the Korean doctor, there is no meaning!"

Ye Feng no longer hesitated and asked Li Ruoyun to take Fang Huiqiong and Li Zhengde to the convention and exhibition center. He himself went to the hospital. After rescuing the people, he would rush to the convention and exhibition center.

It was approaching nine o'clock, and the hall of Yanjing International Convention and Exhibition Center was packed with people.

Among them are not only Chinese people from Yanjing and other places who heard the news, but also media reporters and audiences from all over the world.

Those who can come here are undoubtedly very capable, because today's admission tickets are not for sale to the outside world.

You can't get in without a ticket.

Media staff began to set up camera positions, and reporters began to conduct pre-broadcast reports before the competition.

On the rostrum directly in front of the venue, Prince George and Princess George from the British royal family, as well as the accompanying royal members, were already seated.

Representatives from the Huaxia Traditional Chinese Medicine Research Department and the Korea Medical Research Association also took their seats.

Only Zou Xiuwen's seat was vacant.

At this time, Zou Xiuwen was pacing anxiously outside the gate of the convention and exhibition center, checking the time on his watch from time to time.

"Why doesn't Ye Feng come and the phone can't be connected? Could it be that something happened?" Zou Xiuwen said to himself.

(End of this chapter)