Damn it, I'm in the garbage book I wrote

Chapter 221 She can’t die

Xia Lin set out to save the third princess, not because he had much affection for her, but because this princess was Li Shimin's brake pad, or the buffer of the entire Li family.

First of all, this was a general with outstanding military achievements. If you look through the files of the Ministry of War, you can actually find that the military achievements of these three princesses were higher than those of all their brothers and sisters. This is why Li Yuan conferred the title of princess on his daughter before conferring the title of King of Tang. Such an unethical reward was simply because there was no way to promote her further, and women could not be conferred the title of marquis.

Secondly, the princess holds a very important position in the Li family. According to the information collected by Xia Lin, it can be basically confirmed that the fierce, capricious and changeable Li Shimin is just a well-behaved puppy in front of her, and Li Jiancheng, who can be said to be on par with Li Shimin, is just a loving elder brother in front of her.

Finally, she is also an important part of Xia Lin's western play plan. She wants to use her to divide the connections between the major wealthy families in Longxi. As the saying goes, all the people in the world come for profit. If she wants to delay the pace of Li Shimin, the son of destiny, the only breakthrough lies in this princess.

Let's take a step back and say that if she really dies next year, wouldn't all my efforts and efforts in giving her the golden armor be wasted?

The Wei Dynasty was in turmoil. Xia Lin promised to save the Wei Dynasty three times. This was the first time.

The next morning, Xia Lin ran away with the various organ drawings that Lao Zhang had been forced to draw all night long. He didn't even attend the banquet. He had to hurry back to Fuliang to farm. He played around here and there, and a few years had passed. No one knew how long Emperor Hongbao could last. Now if he suddenly had a cerebral hemorrhage and died, considering that Xia Lin had offended so many people, he would probably not be able to get up again.

So, as the saying goes, it is better to have something yourself than to have it from both your parents. If you have it yourself, everything will be fine.

When he returned to Fuliang, the first thing he did was to call Xu Jingzong to his side: "Go and take stock of the doctors in the county, and then select a group of smart and skillful women, and then organize a spacious house."

Xu Jingzong hadn't spent much time with Xia Lin, and wasn't familiar with his style at once, so he asked curiously, "What do you want, sir?"

"The hospital, the whole real medical team came out."

Xu Jingzong didn't quite understand, but he still did as Xia Lin instructed. Then Xia Lin went to the back of the yamen and woke up Dong Niang who was dozing off in a chair.

"Come on, young lady. It's time for you to show what you can do."

As he said this, he took out all the pictures he had asked Lao Zhang to draw and spread them out on the table. Then he pointed at the pictures and said with a smile: "You are familiar with these, right?"

"Yeah, familiar."

Dong Niang carefully observed the pictures of these organs. They were quite accurate and exactly the same as the heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys she saw every day.

"I have an important mission that I can't accomplish alone."

That is really impossible to accomplish. Modern medical books would be several meters high if stacked together. It would take a person decades to fully master a subject and it is still not foolproof. It is really difficult for Xia Lin to teach that thing on his own.

So he planned to start with surgery. After all, Hua Tuo's Medical Classics included some content about surgery. Now he would probably pick out some common surgical cases, and then get a group of respected doctors to work together from scratch to develop a medicine that could meet the productivity of the current era.

Combined with traditional antibiotics and simple synthesis capabilities, it should theoretically not be a problem to deal with some non-difficult symptoms.

So Xia Lin decided to specialize in medicine these days and tinker with guns and cannons at the same time.

Soon, all the doctors in Fuliang were called over. Xu Jingzong was also very smart and found a group of young girls. When the group gathered together, everyone looked at each other. No one knew why Lord Xia called them all over.

At this moment, Xia Lin came in with Dong Niang. He clapped his hands to quiet the crowd and said, "Dear famous doctors, I called you all here today for one thing. This thing is very simple. I hope you can develop medicine little by little in the future."

After he finished speaking, the doctors around him still looked at each other in bewilderment. At this moment, Xia Lin chuckled a few times: "Actually, I don't know much about this field, so in the future we still need to rely on everyone's joint efforts."

As he spoke, he told the group of people about his medical school plan amid their confused expressions.

In fact, there is not much to summarize. We just want them to bring out as many students as possible and master as much new knowledge as possible, as well as be proficient in the application scenarios of new drugs.

But Xia Lin knew clearly that this was just a plan. Before the status of doctors was improved, not many educated people would be willing to practice medicine. And to train a doctor from the beginning of literacy, it would take at least ten years of hard work.

So even if he gathered all the people here and told them about some relevant welfare benefits, he knew that it would still be extremely difficult to push this matter forward.

At dusk, Xia Lin, thirsty, sat outside the mansion, looking at the words "Medical College" with red paint that hadn't dried yet, laughing, lamenting that he was too naive. Judging from the attitudes of the doctors today, they were not only uninterested in this matter, but even somewhat resistant. They preferred the current model, where the county would give them a portion of the funds as subsidies, so that they could treat patients and save lives, rather than unconditionally sharing knowledge.

He held his head in his hands, at a loss as to what to do. Suddenly, a unique smell appeared around him. It was a smell of death, and it was also the special smell of Dong Niang.

"Don't comfort me. I know my idea is too naive. But you can't force a cow to drink water." Xia Lin sighed and stopped talking. Dong Niang sat next to him, hugged her knees and leaned against the wall. She was a person who couldn't do anything. Now that Xia Lin didn't speak, she was even more unwilling to speak.

It was not until night fell that Xia Lin's stomach growled and broke the silence. He looked up and found Dong Niang was still sitting there, looking up at the sky.

"Aren't you going to eat?"

"I'm not hungry." Dong Niang responded softly.

"Then sit down. I really don't have any good ideas." Xia Linzhou rubbed his temples vigorously. "In this crappy era, the most difficult thing to cure is not the aristocratic families but the deep-rooted thinking like psoriasis. It is these people who have built a knowledge barrier one circle after another."

"I don't understand." Dong Niang's voice was still soft: "Actually..."

"Actually what?"

"My master." Dong Niang bumped Xia Lin's shoulder with hers: "He is Sun Simiao's junior fellow apprentice."

"Ah?" Xia Lin turned around and looked at her: "Is it true?"

"If you don't believe it, forget it." Dong Niang immediately closed her mouth and stopped talking.

Xia Lin immediately started to flatter her: "Good Dong Niang, please continue!"

Dong Niang lowered her eyes. "Back then, at the foot of Mount Taibai, my master and uncle both followed the Immortal Master Zhongnan to learn medicine. My uncle learned the art of curing illnesses on the living, and my master learned the art of redressing grievances on the dead. After the two parted ways, my uncle retired to the mountains because he didn't like the official career, and my master was trapped in the world because he was associated with corpses. Later, my master died of depression. Before he died, he entrusted me with the art, saying that if I could pass it on, I should teach everyone. I think my uncle should be the same, so I can go find him."

Xia Lin turned to look at Dong Niang and put a hand on her shoulder: "Something is wrong. Dong Niang was quite talkative today. Why did you suddenly want to help me?"

"Hand." Dong Niang had already pulled out the silver needle from her hand: "Don't touch me if you don't want to marry me."

Xia Lin quickly retracted his hand, and then he heard Dong Niang say, "Because you are rich, I want to take in more apprentices, but coroners don't make enough money to support apprentices."

"Okay! You are fully responsible for this matter." Xia Lin's flame, which had just been extinguished, suddenly ignited. He patted Dong Niang's thigh and squeezed it: "We must invite Sun Simiao over!"

"Touch the ten taels of silver."

Xia Lin took out five thousand taels of silver from his pocket and handed it to her: "Tell me, how long can you hold on to five thousand taels of silver?"

Later, Xia Lin was stabbed by Dong Niang's silver needle and screamed, and she also snatched away the five thousand taels...

The next morning, Xia Lin gave him his certificate and asked her to ride a fast horse all the way to Qinling Mountains.

When seeing off, Xia Lin pulled the reins and said to Dong Niang on the horse, "You will have the best food and accommodation along the way. I will pay you back for all the expenses when you come back. If you can afford it, then pay. If you can't, forget it. We will find a way when we come back."

"Yes." Dong Niang nodded: "Hand."

"Oh, we're about to leave, just touch me a few times." Xia Lin even raised his hand and patted Dong Niang's butt: "Your own safety is the most important thing, you know? Don't try to be brave when encountering things. If someone robs you, just give it to him. With my documents, you can get money at any checkpoint. If they rape you, don't resist, put staying alive first."

"Too much bullshit."

Dong Niang didn't bother to pay attention to him. She pulled up the reins and walked away in a heroic manner. Xia Lin was still waving at her from behind: "Safety first, don't rush!"

The horses are heading north quickly. With Xia Lin's documents and the money in hand, they can be equipped with the best horses at the post station when they land. They should arrive in a few days.

Although the final outcome is still unknown, at least Dong Niang has rekindled a glimmer of hope for Xia Lin.

If Dr. Sun could be invited here, with such a big mountain as a guard post, Xia Lin couldn't even imagine how beautiful it would be. Wouldn't people who wanted to come here line up all the way to Ulaanbaatar? Then we could create momentum, raise the status of doctors, and improve agriculture. Then wouldn't the population take off?
Looking back at Fu Liang, Xia Lin put his hands on his hips and laughed: "It's time to start Bankai."

(End of this chapter)