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In the palace, Wang Meng was momentarily distracted when he discovered that the surrounding scenery had completely changed.

Stepping from the command platform in the training ground into the indoor space, the cold wind and rain instantly transformed into a room filled with the warmth of medicinal fragrance.

The damp, cold air seemed to have been sucked away, making it easier to breathe.

He subconsciously took a deep breath, and the strong smell of herbs rushed into his nostrils. It was bittersweet, as if someone had crushed up Chinese herbs such as Coptis chinensis, licorice, and Angelica sinensis and then simmered them over a low flame for three days and three nights.

The medicinal aroma is strong but not pungent, thick but not turbid, with a hint of aged wood, coming from those beechwood medicine cabinets that have been steeped in time and the smell of medicine.

When he came to his senses, he froze. However, as a seasoned veteran who had seen many storms, his expression remained relatively calm, though his Adam's apple bobbed slightly, betraying his inner turmoil.

He glanced around discreetly, quickly taking in the surrounding furnishings, and only relaxed when he recognized the familiar Imperial Hospital.

Several physicians in the Imperial Medical Academy, who were engrossed in organizing prescriptions, were startled by the sudden appearance of this living person. One of the elderly physicians, with gray hair and beard, trembled, and the medicine scale in his hand fell to the table with a "clatter," scattering the medicinal herbs all over the table.

A few dry leaves drifted down from the edge of the table and slowly landed on the ground, making a very soft rustling sound.

His mouth was agape, his white beard trembling, and he sat frozen in his chair, as if his soul had been stolen by this sudden turn of events.

"Lord Lin?" someone stammered, clearly still reeling from the shock. He was a young physician, still holding a calligraphy brush in his hand, the ink at the tip clumped into a large drop, about to fall.

The room was so quiet that you could hear the occasional crackling of the candlelight, and the soft sound of a drop of ink finally landing on the yellowed rice paper. It then spread into a small blot, gradually fading and diffusing.

Soon, the head of the Imperial Medical Academy came to his senses and came forward. As the person in charge of the Imperial Medical Academy, he was knowledgeable and experienced. Although he was also shocked, he recovered his composure faster than the others.

But his hands, hidden in his sleeves, were clearly trembling slightly. He stepped forward, bowed respectfully, and spoke with utmost deference and caution, tinged with a barely perceptible hint of unease.

"I wonder what brings Lord Lin, the First Princess, and General Wang to the Imperial Hospital?"

Lin Ye looked around.

The Imperial Medical Academy was filled with the aroma of medicine. The walls were lined with towering medicine cabinets, row upon row, densely covered with yellow paper labels bearing the names of the medicines. The small characters, some neat and some messy, had been filled in and rewritten by countless hands over the years.

Some of the labels have turned yellow and become brittle, with their edges curling up like withered leaves, quietly resting on the drawer handles.

Some of the drawers were wide open, while others were half-closed, revealing medicinal herbs wrapped in oil paper, including grass roots, tree bark, and fruits. Each drawer was neatly categorized and arranged in an orderly manner.

There were many medical books and prescriptions spread out on the table. The medical books were copies he had made from the city library. The snow-white paper contrasted sharply with the old furnishings in the room.

Several medical books were worn out from repeated handling, with frayed edges and curled corners, clearly indicating they had been repeatedly rubbed by countless fingertips.

The Xuan paper beside them was covered with densely written characters in tiny regular script, with some human figures drawn in places, and numerous annotations in vermilion ink. Clearly, these medical officials had been studying it diligently.

The room was filled with the soft glow of candlelight. Occasionally, a gust of wind would blow in from outside the door, causing the flames to tilt and the shadows in the room to sway, as if the whole room were trembling slightly.

On the medicine stove in the corner sat a rough pottery medicine pot, its spout bubbling and steaming, puffs of bitter vapor rising towards the roof beams. The vapor gathered and dispersed under the beams, as if trying to soak the wooden beams overhead with medicinal liquid.

The physicians remained in their previous positions; some held calligraphy brushes, some held medicine grinders, and some were taking medicine from the cabinet with one hand still outstretched. They stopped what they were doing, staring at him with a mixture of awe and curiosity.

Lin Ye's gaze lingered on the medical books for a moment before returning to the face of the head physician before him. He slowly said, "The Great Yan is currently suffering from severe flooding. I need imperial physicians to accompany me to provide disaster relief. Go and compile a list of those willing to go."

He paused, then added, "Of course, it's entirely voluntary; there's no pressure."

The abbot paused for a moment, then quickly nodded and turned to make arrangements.

He walked much faster than usual, his boots scraping against the floor tiles with a soft rustling sound. As he walked, he whispered instructions to the physician beside him to go and call people from each room. His voice held a hint of urgency, yet also an undisguised excitement.

Before long, the on-duty medical officers were summoned one after another.

Some people ran out of the pharmacy, still clutching the freshly weighed herbs in their hands, a few broken leaves slipping through their fingers and falling behind them.

Some of them rushed over from the back room, their cuffs still covered with powder that had splashed out when grinding medicinal herbs, a white patch that looked like a layer of frost on their cuffs.

There were also people emerging from the side room, their foreheads bearing red marks from their afternoon naps, rubbing their eyelids as they walked.

With dozens of people standing in one place, the once spacious front hall suddenly felt somewhat crowded. The rustling of robes and whispers filled the air.

Some people whispered to their colleagues what had happened, while others peeked at Lin Ye before quickly pulling their heads back.

Once everyone had arrived, the chief physician explained the purpose of Lin Ye and his group's visit. Upon hearing that they were going to provide disaster relief, the young medical officers' eyes lit up, their faces showing eagerness, as if they couldn't wait to grab their medicine kits and leave.

They weren't like those illiterate, roughnecks in the military camp who equated floods with epidemics.

In the early stages of a flood, disease outbreaks are generally not seen. The real fatalities are usually drowning, injuries, cold, and hunger, but many people can survive if handled properly.

Moreover, they had all read the medical encyclopedia Lin Ye had given them before, which contained all sorts of amazing techniques and methods, such as disinfection and bandaging, splinting, drainage and debridement, new prescriptions for herbal preparation, and the secrets of epidemic prevention and control...

The novel acupuncture techniques, unique medicinal formulas, and unheard-of treatments left them all in awe. After carefully studying them, they were even more eager to try them all.

Now that there are readily available opportunities for practical experience, who would want to miss them?

In an instant, shouts of "I'll go!" "This humble servant is willing to go!" and "Count me in!" echoed throughout the front hall. The young faces were filled with eagerness, as if they were afraid that their names would not be called.

Some people even squeezed forward half a step, raised their hands and waved them twice in the crowd, but then realized they had lost their composure, their faces turned red, and they hurriedly withdrew their hands.

Although the older medical officers were not as anxious as the younger ones, they still signed up with some excitement.