Rural Little Miracle Doctor: Starting in the Provincial Capital

Chapter 33 Planning for the Jewelry Extravaganza

First paragraph

Murong Fangxiang parked her car at the entrance of the convention center: "Dr. Chen, let's get out of the car. We've come to scout out the location beforehand."

"The security here is even tighter than at the provincial government," he muttered to himself.

She handed over a gold-embossed floor plan of the venue and pointed to it with her finger: "The first floor is the exhibition hall, the second floor is the VIP negotiation area, and the treasure appraisal platform is right in the middle. Everyone will be watching, so you'd better keep your skills hidden."

The phone rang, and the words "Wanjing" appeared on the screen.

He walked aside to answer the phone, and as soon as he said "hello," Su Wanjing's voice, trembling with tears, came through: "Chen Shanhe, where are you now? Are you with that woman?"

Chen Shanhe rubbed his forehead and softened his voice: "At the convention center, accompany Murong Fangxiang to look at the venue."

"The convention center?" Su Wanjing raised her voice instantly. "What are you doing there? Are there lots of women there? Stay away from them and don't talk to them!"

"Okay, okay." Chen Shanhe turned to the side, avoiding Murong Fangxiang's gaze. "I just have some errands to run, I'll be back soon."

"How fast is 'soon'?" Su Wanjing persisted. "If you dare to eat, talk, or chat with other women, I'll take the train to the provincial capital and arrest you!"

Chen Shanhe glanced at the phone, coaxed, "Sweetie, I'll bring you some local specialties from the provincial capital when I get back," and then hurriedly hung up.

He turned around: "I'm sorry you had to see this."

Murong Fangxiang shook her head and handed him the venue pass: "It's alright, the young lady is keeping a close eye on things. You're quite lucky. Let's go in and familiarize ourselves with the layout so we don't panic later."

Second paragraph

Chen Shanhe followed Murong Fangxiang into the venue, and was immediately stunned by the scene before him.

"Don't just look, remember the route." Murong Fangxiang patted his arm and led him to the left-hand booth. "This is the jade section. The main event will be here, and the fakes are most likely hidden here as well."

Chen Shanhe's gaze swept across the display stand, his fingers gently brushing against a jade pendant.

"Is there a problem?" Murong Fangxiang keenly noticed the change in his expression.

"A little." Chen Shanhe nodded, lowering his voice, "This is a B-grade item, acid-washed. It looks clear on the surface, but it's actually loose inside. It will change color after wearing it for a long time."

A hint of surprise flashed in Murong Fangxiang's eyes, but she quickly regained her composure: "I knew you had a sharp eye." She raised her hand to look at her watch. "It's getting late. Let's go to the VIP area on the second floor. There are a few senior leaders there who will be arriving early. You should get to know them beforehand to avoid any awkwardness when we meet later."

The two had just reached the top of the stairs when their phone rang again. This time it was a voice message, and Su Wanjing's voice, trembling with tears, came through: "Chen Shanhe, I miss you. When are you coming back? I can't sleep at home; I think about you every day."

Chen Shanhe stopped, listened to the voice message twice, and typed quickly: "I miss you too. I'll stay a few more days and then come back. Be good and wait for me."

After sending the message, he looked at Murong Fangxiang and said, "Sorry to keep you waiting."

Murong Fangxiang shook her head and pushed open the door to the private room on the second floor: "It's alright, let's get things done first."

When the people in the private room saw Murong Fangxiang enter, they all greeted her with smiles.

"Young Murong, is this the young doctor you mentioned?" An elderly man in a Zhongshan suit looked at Chen Shanhe with a scrutinizing gaze.

Murong Fangxiang stepped forward and introduced with a smile: "Distinguished leaders, this is Dr. Chen Shanhe. He is highly skilled in medicine and has an exceptional eye for antiques. He will be in charge of identifying the fakes at this conference."

He knew that tomorrow's jewelry convention would be the real battleground.

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Murong Fangxiang arranged for Chen Shanhe to wait in the VIP area's rest area.

The phone rang, and Su Wanjing's face appeared on the screen, her eyes red and her face streaked with tears.

"Chen Shanhe, is it cold where you are? Have you been eating properly?" Su Wanjing stared at the screen, carefully observing his complexion. "You're not allowed to eat spicy food, drink alcohol, or stay up late."

"I've remembered everything." Chen Shanhe looked at her on the screen, feeling a warmth in his heart. "You should eat well at home, don't stay up late all the time, and go to bed on time."

"I know." Su Wanjing nodded, then frowned. "If you meet any pretty women in the provincial capital, you're not allowed to fall for them. I don't care, you can only be mine."

"Don't worry, I'm only interested in you," Chen Shanhe said with a smile, his fingers gently tracing her face on the screen.

"The schedule," Murong Fangxiang said, pointing to the paper on the coffee table. "Tomorrow's program is all here, including the start time, the treasure appraisal time, and the break time. Take a close look so you don't get the times wrong."

"The organizers of this conference want you to be the first to go on stage to appraise the treasures after the opening ceremony." Murong Fangxiang sat opposite him, her hands folded on her knees. "Making an early appearance will give everyone an impression and make things easier for the rest of the event."

Chen Shanhe nodded: "No problem."

"There's one more thing." Murong Fangxiang paused, her eyes turning serious. "There are a few fakes in the venue. We deliberately put them there to test your judgment. Don't hold back, just point them out. Don't worry about offending anyone."

Chen Shanhe looked up at her: "I understand."

"It's good that you understand." Murong Fangxiang breathed a sigh of relief and stood up. "I'll go double-check the security. You rest here and familiarize yourself with the procedures. Remember, tomorrow is your first appearance in front of the powerful figures in the provincial capital. You can't afford to make any mistakes."

Su Wanjing's phone call was like a thread, constantly tugging at his heartstrings.

fourth paragraph

"Still looking?" She walked over, picked up a bottle of mineral water, and handed it to him.

Chen Shanhe took the water, unscrewed the cap, and took a sip: "Familiarize yourself with the information so you don't make mistakes later."

"Understood." Chen Shanhe nodded, closed the document, and said, "You should get some rest too."

The two heard an argument coming from downstairs.

"This jade is clearly real, so why are you saying it's fake?" a man's voice shouted angrily.

"Sir, we are just following the rules, please cooperate." The staff member responded calmly.

Chen Shanhe and Murong Fangxiang exchanged a glance and quickly walked downstairs.

Murong Fangxiang stepped forward and whispered to the staff member next to her, "What happened?"

"This gentleman brought a jadeite piece, claiming it was an heirloom, and insisted on selling it to us. After we examined it, we found it was a fake. He didn't believe us, and that's how the argument started," the staff member explained.

Chen Shanhe walked to the booth and his gaze fell on the jade pendant.

"This is fake." His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly to everyone's ears. "It's acid-washed and resin-injected. There are obvious air bubbles inside, and the color is just on the surface. It's not natural jadeite."

Upon hearing this, the man in the floral shirt immediately jumped up: "You're talking nonsense! This is an heirloom from my family, how could it be fake? What do you know about appraising treasures, you young upstart!"

Murong Fangxiang stepped forward, blocking Chen Shanhe's path, and looked coldly at the man in the floral shirt: "Dr. Chen is a specially appointed appraiser of the Provincial Jewelry Association, and his words carry authority. If you continue to cause trouble, we will call the police."

"You just wait!" With that, the man in the floral shirt turned and squeezed through the crowd, slinking away in disgrace.

"I didn't expect to encounter something like this on the first day." Murong Fangxiang gave a bitter smile.

"That's normal." Chen Shanhe shook his head. "Counterfeits are hidden in every corner; you'll encounter them sooner or later."

He picked up his phone, checked the time, and saw it was almost eleven o'clock.

There are no new messages on the phone screen.

Murong Fangxiang looked at him, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes, before she regained her composure: "It's getting late, let me take you back to your hotel."

"No need, I can go back by myself." Chen Shanhe shook his head. "You should get some rest too, you'll be busy tomorrow."

Murong Fangxiang didn't insist, she just nodded: "Then be careful on the road, and send me a message when you get to the hotel."

Chen Shanhe nodded, turned around and walked out of the convention center.

Chen Shanhe stood by the roadside, watching the passing vehicles, and secretly made up his mind.

Tomorrow, he must make a name for himself at the jewelry convention, so that everyone in the provincial capital will know that the name Chen Shanhe is not only skilled in medicine, but also in appraising treasures.

Meanwhile, Su Wanjing, far away, was still holding her phone, waiting for his message, fearing that he might encounter any danger in the provincial capital.

A battle for survival is about to begin at tomorrow's jewelry convention.