Qin Dynasty: Who offended my frail and sickly minister?

Thanks again to the all-powerful "senior brother group," but this time, it was more like copying than memorizing.

Zhou Wenqing had to silently give a thumbs up to the system he jokingly called a "learning machine." If it weren't for it, how could a pure liberal arts student like him have the confidence to speak so confidently about medical knowledge in front of this professional?

However... the process was a bit tortuous.

Zhou Wenqing looked at the manuscript papers, his eyes becoming somewhat unfocused and dreamy.

There's a saying from an old life: "If you advise someone to study medicine, you'll be struck by lightning!"

Although he initially thought there was some truth to this statement, he always assumed it was an exaggeration. He never expected it to be realist literature!

I am grateful to my past self for having hesitated and wavered in the medical field, but after considering various factors, especially my interests, I firmly chose history.

Looking back now, it was an absolutely brilliant choice!

Not just because he traveled through time, but more importantly—

Studying medicine is really too difficult for him!

He was certain and certain that he had absolutely no talent for medicine; in fact, he was completely ignorant, utterly clueless, and... well, let's just say he was terrible at it.

Ugh!

Zhou Wenqing even fantasized that after learning the contents of the system space medical template, he might be able to graduate, practice medicine, and become a famous doctor.

the most important is……

Maybe then we can avoid those terribly bitter herbal medicines!

As a result, his dream was shattered completely.

It shattered into pieces, leaving not even a trace!

Forget about healing the sick and saving lives, forget about being a renowned doctor; his only feeling now is:

Terrible!

There's no end to what I can learn; it's simply an unwavering belief that sustains me.

Consciousness frantically studied within the system space, its head spinning and its vision blurring, while silently repeating in its mind: This is to save people, this is to save people, this is to save people…

As he read it aloud, he felt that these words were about to become his own epitaph.

No, it's not almost done.

It has already been accomplished.

Just before he finally emerged from the damned "Medical Panel" in the system space, before his soul drifted away, he piled up a small mound of earth with a look of resentment—he was just short of filling in the words "died while studying medicine" and then sticking in a tombstone.

I never realized how difficult it was to organize the literacy books back then!

What floated out of the system space was not the joy of completing his studies, but the tragic sense that if he continued studying, he would pass away.

In the end, he gave up.

It was too late for him to graduate, but fortunately, he could still organize these medical classics and copy down those that met his technical level. This was already a great achievement.

As for integration and mastery—

Isn't there a physician from the Xia family here?

Leave professional matters to professionals. He is responsible for copying, and Physician Xia is responsible for understanding. This is called division of labor and cooperation, which does not interfere with each other and is perfect!

"Brother Zicheng! Brother Zicheng! What's wrong?!"

Li Si waved his hand forcefully in front of Zhou Wenqing's eyes, almost slapping him in the face.

"Huh? What?"

Zhou Wenqing snapped out of his daze, blinked, and met Li Si's worried gaze.

"You're still asking me?" Li Si withdrew her hand, looking at him with horror. "Why did you suddenly become so absent-minded, your eyes lifeless, as if your life force had been drained?"

He paused, his gaze slowly moving downwards until it landed on the stack of manuscript papers, his voice beginning to waver:

"Could it be... these..."

Brother Zicheng often says surprising things, but he can be so astonished by what he writes that he loses his composure. This manuscript paper must be a bit strange!

Does that mean his only guarantee, the magic pill, is also unreliable?

"impossible!"

This loud roar startled Li Si, making him tremble.

Xia Wuqie's eyes were red, and his chest was heaving violently, looking like he was about to rush up and fight to the death at any moment.

"This is clearly a timeless medical classic; I will not allow you to slander it!"

He stared intently at Li Si, his hands instinctively protecting the edges of the stack of manuscripts. If it weren't for a shred of medical ethics holding him back, he probably would have snatched the manuscripts and treasured them in his pocket.

Li Si shrank back under his glare and muttered under his breath:

"I was just saying... why are you getting so worked up..."

"Ahem!" Zhou Wenqing cleared his throat somewhat awkwardly. "Indeed, Doctor Xia is right. I was just... uh, thinking back to my senior brother, and I was momentarily lost in thought. But these manuscripts, or rather this medical book, are absolutely reliable."

Li Si lowered his head with a hint of doubt, his gaze sweeping over the words on the manuscript paper—

"Sew a wound back together like sew clothes. You use sterilized needles and thread to stitch the wound layer by layer, so that the skin and flesh on both sides can grow back together..."

His gaze lingered there.

I read it again, word by word.

Then he looked up at Zhou Wenqing, then looked down at the words again, as if to confirm whether he was seeing things.

"hiss--"

"Alright, alright, don't be shocked, Brother Gu'an. Everyone has their own expertise, so don't overthink it. Physician Xia will naturally know what to do."

Zhou Wenqing waved his hand helplessly.

"However, what is recorded here may be... somewhat astonishing."

He considered his words carefully, then turned to Xia Wuqie, "How about this, Physician Xia, since there's nothing major happening in the manor for the time being, why don't you take these..."

He pushed the stack of manuscript papers forward: "Go back and study it with Physician Lü. We can compare it with the classics, or practice on some small animals to see if it works. We can learn the truth through practice."

Take it away quickly, it's giving him a headache!

Xia Wuqie's eyes instantly lit up with an astonishing light.

He practically lunged forward, catching the stack of manuscripts with both hands, his movements as gentle as if he were holding some rare treasure, afraid of bumping or knocking it over.

"Zhou Neishi... this... can I really take this with me?"

His voice was trembling.

"sure."

Zhou Wenqing nodded with a smile, then his expression became more serious:

"Now that we've confirmed it, let's discuss it in more detail. If it's feasible, it will be a great achievement. As for how to promote and teach it to medical students..."

He paused, his gaze falling on Xia Wuqie's face:

"I hope that Physician Lü, and you, are willing to accept my arrangements."

"Of course! I have no problem with that, as long as... oh, I mean, my master would definitely be willing too!"

Xia Wuqie nodded vigorously, as if pounding garlic, so excited that he was somewhat incoherent.

"I'm sorry, Secretary Zhou, I really... my thoughts might be a bit muddled, I mean—"

"Then let's not talk about it."

Zhou Wenqing interrupted him with a smile and waved his hand: "Physician Xia, go quickly."

Xia Wuqie nodded vigorously, staring intently at Zhou Wenqing. He took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently before he finally calmed down and managed to quell his excitement.

He stepped back, straightened his clothes, and bowed solemnly, his manners so meticulous as to be almost grand, a stark contrast to his usual casual demeanor.

"On behalf of physicians and all the people of the world, I thank you, Zhou Neishi."

Zhou Wenqing stood up, helped the person up with both hands, and said gently:

"Alright, get up and go."

Xia Wuqie stood up without saying anything more. He just gave Zhou Wenqing a deep look, carefully tucked the stack of manuscripts into his pocket, turned around, and strode away. His robe rustled in the wind as he hurried away as he had come.

They arrived in panic, but left in ecstasy.

"Brother Zicheng, judging from your appearance, you're about to accomplish something that will go down in history," Li Si said with emotion as he watched Xia Wuqie's departing figure.

"So you summoned me here to discuss which medical students are suitable to study this medical classic?"

He stroked his chin, already deep in thought: "Hmm, this is indeed a problem. Handing it directly over to the Imperial Medical Academy might be inappropriate. After all, if this manuscript and medical classic are truly that valuable, we need to find a safer method... How about we start by selecting a few upright individuals from various medical clinics..."

"No, Brother Gu'an."

Zhou Wenqing shook his head, interrupting his rambling.

He reached out and poured out the cold tea from the teacup, picked up the teapot, and slowly poured two fresh cups of tea. The aroma of the tea rose gently and filled the space between the two of them.

"I have already stated that those are only part of the story. What I truly want to discuss with Brother Gu'an is..."

He pushed a cup of tea in front of Li Si, raised his head, looked into the other's eyes, and said earnestly:

"I want to build a university."

"Build...what? An academy!"

Li Si stood up abruptly, the chair leg scraping against the ground with a screeching sound.

Is the range that big?

He stared intently at Zhou Wenqing, his eyes wide open as if trying to see right through him, but Zhou Wenqing met his gaze calmly without flinching.

It seems... Brother Zicheng is serious.

Li Si took a deep breath, withdrew his gaze, clenched one fist, tapped it repeatedly in his palm, and began to pace anxiously back and forth in the study.

"Academy...academy..."

He muttered to himself, his brows furrowed.

"That's difficult. The Jixia Academy in Qi has been built up over many years. It's renowned and attracts scholars from all over the country. If Qin wants to build one, the resistance from those old fogies in the court alone will be enough to cause trouble."

He stopped and turned to look at Zhou Wenqing, his eyes filled with a mixture of anxiety and barely suppressed excitement:

"If we want people to come, we need someone of great talent to keep things in order. Where can we find such talent? Who can hold the fort? That requires..."

Before he could finish speaking, he started pacing again.

As expected of Brother Gu'an, he didn't object at all and started thinking of countermeasures right away.

Zhou Wenqing held the teacup, a slight smile playing on his lips.

He slowly sipped his tea, but had to interrupt this whirlwind of activity that was spinning rapidly in the study:

"Brother Gu'an, the academy I'm talking about is probably a little different from what you're thinking of..."

"Um?"