Courtyard House: Starting by inheriting the tradition and suppressing the barbarians.

Winter Solstice, 1988.

The wind was cold in Beijing that day.

But Nanluoguxiang was bustling with activity, even more lively than during the Spring Festival.

The reason is simple—the bronze ox and monkey heads from the Yuanmingyuan, which had been lost overseas for over a century.

After spending HK$60 million, Li Xuanhao finally went home!

Furthermore, Li Xuan did not hide these two national treasures in a safe for his own amusement.

Instead, he made a decision that shocked the entire city.

The west wing of the Li residence was converted into the "Mystic Medicine Museum" and opened to a select group of people for exhibitions!

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Nine o'clock in the morning, the auspicious time has arrived.

Luxury cars lined up in front of the Li residence.

There were even several cars with consulate license plates, completely blocking the already narrow alley.

"Is that Minister Zhang from the Ministry of Culture?"

"Look! That's the former director of the Palace Museum!"

"My goodness, even Mr. Fok from Hong Kong sent a flower basket!"

The neighbors gathered at the entrance of the alley craned their necks, their eyes dazzled by the sight.

They had lived in this alley their whole lives, and had never seen such a grand spectacle before.

Li Xuan, dressed in a purplish-red Tang suit, stood at the gate, looking energetic and beaming, to greet the guests.

Beside him, his wife Hua Youlin was dignified and elegant, and his daughter Li Yue was youthful and beautiful.

The whole family standing there is a beautiful sight to behold.

"Mr. Li, congratulations! The return of this national treasure is a great merit!"

The former director of the Palace Museum held Li Xuan's hand, his beard trembling with excitement.

"You've really brought honor to the Chinese nation!"

"You flatter me, Dean. I was just doing my duty."

Li Xuan smiled modestly, stepped aside and gestured for them to come in, "Everyone, please come in."

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West Wing, Xuan Medicine Museum.

This place has been meticulously restored by the ancient architecture team and has undergone a complete transformation.

The original side rooms were combined and transformed into an exhibition hall with constant temperature and humidity.

The bulletproof glass display case shimmered and sparkled under the lights.

At the very center of the exhibition hall is a specially made rosewood display stand.

On it, the bull's head and the monkey's head stand silently.

Although they have endured a century of vicissitudes and are covered in rust.

But the imperial majesty and exquisite craftsmanship still command respect.

"These are... the bronze animal heads from the Old Summer Palace!"

A group of experts and scholars who are usually arrogant and aloof are now gathered around the display case like primary school students.

They didn't even dare to breathe loudly, for fear of disturbing the two "centenarians".

"Genuine! Absolutely genuine!"

A bronze expert from the Palace Museum held a magnifying glass and peered at the artifacts through the glass for a long time.

Finally, he straightened up, his eyes welling up with tears, and said, "Finally home..."

However, what shocked the experts was not only these two animal heads.

As they looked around at the display cases, gasps of astonishment rose and fell.

"This...is this Qi Baishi's 'Shrimp Painting'? Or is it a long scroll?"

"Good heavens! Could this be the legendary Chenghua Doucai Chicken Cup from the Ming Dynasty?"

"This quality is even better than the one in our Palace Museum!"

"Come and see! This is a Song Dynasty edition! A rare copy!"

The entire exhibition hall is like a giant treasure cave.

Over the years, Li Xuan has used his precognitive advantage and the "Qi Observation Technique" to collect top-tier national treasures from Panjiayuan, Liulichang, and even overseas.

It is now laid bare before everyone without reservation.

Each and every piece is a priceless treasure worthy of being the museum's crown jewel!

"Mr. Li... Mr. Li..."

The former director of the Palace Museum pointed tremblingly at the room full of treasures, his voice trembling.

"Your collection...it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a 'mini Forbidden City'!"

"You're not a doctor, you're a great collector!"

Li Xuan smiled faintly, "Not at all, it's just a little hobby of mine."

"It pained me to see these things left by our ancestors scattered around, so I bought them on a whim."

Did you just buy it on a whim?

The tycoons and experts present twitched at the corners of their mouths as they listened.

Listen to this, is this even human language?

Is it possible to buy half of the Forbidden City with a casual purchase?

Is this the foundation of a top-tier wealthy family?

"Mr. Li, I wonder if you're interested..."

The old dean looked at the chicken cup with great longing, wanting to persuade others to donate but too embarrassed to ask.

"Don't worry, former director."

Li Xuan seemed to see through his thoughts and said seriously, "These things are currently with me."

"But they will always belong to the Chinese nation."

"I will use the most professional methods to protect them and will never let them be lost again."

"If the country needs me in the future, I will do my duty without hesitation."

"Excellent! What a duty you should fulfill!"

Thunderous applause erupted from the crowd.

At this moment, Li Xuan's image in everyone's eyes was elevated once again.

He is not only rich, but also a skilled doctor.

They possess a deep sense of national and cultural responsibility that is difficult for ordinary people to match!

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After the opening ceremony, the banquet hall of the Li residence was filled with the clinking of glasses and lively conversation.

Li Xuan, holding a wine glass, mingled among political and business elites, chatting and laughing amiably.

"Dean Li, I'm a reporter from Time magazine, and I'd like to conduct an exclusive interview with you."

"How about we title it 'The Confucian Businessman and the Miracle Doctor'?"

"Mr. Li, we would like to invite you to be a visiting professor at the Chinese University of Hong Kong..."

Faced with these compliments and invitations, Li Xuan handled them with ease, neither humble nor arrogant.

In a corner of the banquet hall, several old neighbors were hiding there, freeloading off the food and drinks.

"Tsk tsk, look at their status."

The three old ladies, as they stuffed White Rabbit milk candies into their pockets, sighed with nostalgia.

"Back then we laughed at them, but now it seems we were the ones who were narrow-minded!"

"yes."

An elderly resident standing nearby looked at Li Xuan, who was surrounded by the crowd in the center, with eyes full of awe.

"Li Xuan now is like a dragon in the sky."

"Our courtyard house truly shines brightly because of him."

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