The country of cherry blossoms, the culprits of that war in China, their medical skills may have been derived from many Chinese people.

However, nowadays, China has no choice but to learn medicine from Japan.

"Deans, I wonder if you could get a chance to access their medical books? No matter how little, I will write down all the contents for you."

The two deans' eyes lit up. "We'll give it a try, but I can't guarantee they'll agree."

Nowadays, in any country, people tend to keep their technology secret.

"So, do you agree?"

"I asked the dean."

Lin Chuchu nodded. "When do we depart?"

"We will depart on the third day of the Lunar New Year. We will meet at the airport then."

"good."

The two deans left, leaving only Lin Chuchu and the chief in the room.

The leader smiled and said, "Is it true that you could memorize any number of books before?"

Lin Chuchu nodded. "Yes."

The leader paused for a moment, then said, “It’s like this. Besides the medical exchange, we also have an art exchange event. Back then, we lost a lot of cultural relics, including some rare copies. Those books are currently on display at the Sakura National Museum.”

"This trip to Japan gave me the opportunity to access cultural relics, and I hope you can bring all those books back with you."

At this point, the leader's face darkened. What originally belonged to China had been taken away by them, and now he could only beg them for a chance to make contact. The humiliation of being a citizen of China weighed heavily on his mind.

Lin Chuchu suddenly looked at him. She had an impulse in her heart: if she told them that she had a space, could they steal things from her?

Unfortunately, her space has no other functions, it can't protect her, and it can't even hold living things.

"What's wrong? Is there any difficulty? If so, please tell me anytime."

The leader asked with concern.

Lin Chuchu quickly shook her head, "No, Chief, I have no problem and can leave at any time."

"Okay, the time is next April, a little later than the medical exchange. Be prepared at any time."

The commander smiled and said this when he saw that Lin Chuchu had agreed.

"Yes, sir."

After leaving the room, Lin Chuchu felt uneasy and was absent-minded during her meal.

The guard glanced at Lin Chuchu with concern, and Lin Chuchu forced a smile at him.

After finishing her meal and returning home, Lin Chuchu lay in bed unable to fall asleep. She felt so unwilling to accept this situation; she wished she could bring those cultural relics back.

If she puts things into her spatial dimension, she won't be able to escape, and she won't be able to protect herself.

In a daze, the space suddenly popped up, and a prompt box appeared on it.

"Ding, space upgrade complete. New function added: artifact replication function. As long as you come into contact with an artifact, it will be replicated after one month. The replicated artifact will become the real thing, and the original will become a fake."

"Please note that this replication function is only applicable to cultural relics from China. When handling them, you can do so through gloves, glass, etc."

Lin Chuchu sat up abruptly, her eyes wide, and exclaimed in surprise, "Space, are you serious? It can really replicate cultural relics?"

Lin Chuchu asked anxiously, momentarily forgetting that the space lacked communication capabilities.

As expected, the space did not react at all.

What should she do? Although she believed in the existence of space, this was too far-fetched. However, it was the only way to retrieve the cultural relics. Should she tell her superiors about this?

Thinking back to the despicable faces of those people in later generations, they realized that the only way for them to get their cultural relics back was by buying them, and even if they wanted to buy them, they couldn't.

But if this were told to the higher-ups, what would their attitude be? Slicing? Experimentation?

Feeling agitated, Lin Chuchu slumped back onto the bed, unable to fall asleep with her eyes wide open.

She finally fell asleep and had a dream in which the national treasures waiting to go home in various museums were crying, crying because they wanted to go home.

Lin Chuchu suddenly opened her eyes, her forehead covered in sweat. She was breathing heavily, her eyes filled with confusion.

Today is the last day of work; the holiday is coming up.

Lin Chuchu sat in front of the computer in a daze all day, and Wang Mo had to call her several times before she came back to her senses.

"What's wrong?"

"You're asking me what's wrong? I've called you several times already. It's time to get off work, go eat."

Wang Mo asked with some concern. He really wanted to ask Lin Chuchu if something had happened, but he swallowed the words back. After all, they weren't very close; they were just colleagues.

Lin Chuchu snapped out of her daze and said, "Okay, I understand."

The group walked out, with the guard following behind Lin Chuchu. When they arrived at the canteen, a video was playing on the television, showing an elderly man standing in front of a tall tank.

A foreign soldier blocked his way, preventing him from getting a close look, so the old man could only stand on tiptoe to peer inside.

"Damn it, I'm going to develop the most powerful tank, so that other countries can only look up to it."

Upon seeing this, Researcher Tian gritted his teeth and said...

Lin Chuchu's heart trembled, and her hands clenched tightly.

At that moment, she made up her mind.

In the afternoon, Lin Chuchu asked someone to give her a half-day off, and then she went to the leader's office.

Soon, a gasp came from inside.

The commander stared blankly at Lin Chuchu. Just moments before, he had witnessed the teacup in Lin Chuchu's hand disappear.

"Sir, I'm not performing magic. I really do have a space. My photographic memory is actually the space's built-in photo-taking function."

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