The low-key prince summons trainees from the Imperial Household Department at the start of the game.

June 12th, the twenty-third year of Yonghe.

The smoke of war in the north has not yet dissipated, but summer has quietly arrived in the capital.

The lotus flowers in the Imperial Garden are in full bloom, and cicadas are chirping incessantly in the old locust tree.

Chunlan's facial injuries have almost healed.

But a faint red mark was still left, and Zhou Xing told her to cover it up with powder.

She laughed and said it was fine, since no one was watching her anyway.

It has only been two months since the last time the Fenglang Juxu was summoned.

Huo Qubing and Li Wenzhong have returned to the capital to be appointed to their posts, and news of their victory in the north is still being spread throughout the streets and alleys.

But Zhou Xing knew in his heart that war was never just a matter on the battlefield.

The wounded soldiers need medical treatment, and the post-war epidemic needs to be controlled.

If one day these members of his elite group are injured in court struggles or martial arts battles, there won't be a single trustworthy doctor.

The Imperial Medical Academy was indeed full of famous doctors, but they were all for the emperor and his favored concubines. An unfavored ninth prince simply couldn't mobilize them.

He needs a group of doctors who are entirely his own, capable of treating his own people and establishing a medical network among the people.

The system seemed to be responding to his thoughts.

The qualifications for summoning large-scale teams were refreshed after the spring examination, but he hadn't decided which direction to summon.

Even today, when I looked through the local intelligence reports sent by Lu Changfeng, I came across one of them.

A pharmacy in the southern part of the city was forced to close down and return to its hometown due to rising prices of medicinal herbs, as the old doctor was unable to make ends meet.

He suddenly realized that what he lacked was not a new military force, but a medical network.

He sat cross-legged on the bed in the side hall, while Chunlan did needlework in the outer room and Qiuju watered the flowers in the courtyard.

He took a deep breath and silently recited a summons in his mind.

A golden light curtain unfolded before their eyes, gentler than any previous large-scale summoning of a supergroup.

The words on the light screen slowly appeared, carrying a faint herbal scent.

It's not an illusion, but rather a unique artistic rendering created by the system.

"A five-star super team." Zhou Xing raised an eyebrow slightly.

Five stars, four levels higher than the Beggars' Sect's one star, three levels higher than the Shanxi Merchants' two stars, and the same star level as Zhao Gao's Imperial Household Department trainee.

However, these people are doctors, and the five-star rating system for doctors is naturally different from that for eunuchs.

They may not possess profound martial arts skills or masterful political maneuvering, but their value is no less than that of any top-tier group.

"Group Name: The Four Saints of Medicine"

Zhou Xing paused for a moment, then smiled silently.

He was very familiar with the story of "Xinglin" (杏林). Dong Feng, a famous doctor during the Three Kingdoms period, lived in seclusion on Mount Lu. He treated patients without charging them any fees, but instead asked the cured patients to plant apricot trees in the mountains. After several years, the apricot trees grew into a forest, and later generations used "Xinglin" to refer to the medical community.

The words "Four Saints" carried such weight that his heart raced.

The system has probably summoned four of the most outstanding medical masters in the history of Chinese medicine this time.

The light screen continued to flicker, and the member list appeared.

Zhou Xing held his breath, his gaze sweeping over the four names line by line, his pupils dilating slightly.

"Bian Que, cultivation level: second rank."

"Implanted identity: Owner of 'Bian's Medical Clinic' in Dongcheng, around fifty years old, famous for acupuncture, especially skilled in treating difficult and complicated diseases, and well-known in the Dongcheng area."

"Hua Tuo, cultivation level: second grade."

"Implanted identity: Head of Yuanhua Hall in Xicheng, about 45 years old, proficient in surgery, able to scrape bones to treat injuries, and has an excellent reputation among dockworkers and镖局镖师 (bodyguards/escorts)."

"Zhang Zhongjing, cultivation level: second rank."

"Implanted identity: Head of Zhongjing Hall in Nancheng, around forty years old, proficient in typhoid fever and miscellaneous diseases, and his medical case manuscripts have been circulating privately in the market."

"Sun Simiao, cultivation level: First rank."

"Implanted identity: Manager of 'Qianjin Pharmacy' in Beicheng, around sixty years old, the oldest of the four, known for his exquisite prescriptions and knowledgeable in health preservation."

"Subsidiary members: The disciples and grand-disciples of the Four Sages, totaling more than forty people, are scattered in various pharmacies, serving as resident doctors, medicine boys, and herb gatherers."

"Their cultivation levels range from rank 1 to rank 1, and they all carry memories from their previous lives, making them absolutely loyal to the host."

Zhou Xing read it three times, mentally reconstructing the positions of the four people each time.

Four people, four small pharmacies, distributed in the east, west, south and north of the capital, plus their more than forty disciples and grand-disciples, just covered the entire capital.

With a population of millions, the capital city has dozens, if not hundreds, of pharmacies of all sizes. These four small pharmacies are inconspicuous among them and will not attract the attention of any powerful forces.

But sitting in these four unassuming little pharmacies are four titans of Chinese medical history.

Bian Que's diagnostic methods of observation, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation; Hua Tuo's surgical mastery; Zhang Zhongjing's treatise on typhoid fever; and Sun Simiao's thousand-gold prescriptions.

In addition to their disciples and their descendants, this medical network can handle almost all types of injuries and illnesses.

More importantly, the locations of these four pharmacies naturally align with the layout of his other team members.

Xicheng Yuanhuatang is close to Tongzhou Wharf. If the porters on the wharf are injured, they can go directly to Hua Tuo.

Shangguan Jin Hong's gang now had a trustworthy medical facility.

Zhongjing Hall in Nancheng is located near the Beggars' Sect branch.

Lu Changfeng's men can get to him anytime they need, whether it's a headache, fever, knife wound, or bone fracture. They won't have to force themselves to endure injuries during operations.

Bian's Medical Clinic in Dongcheng is near the main branch of Heshengyuan Clinic. Yidun and his family can consult Bian Que for a difficult and complicated illness.

The shop assistants, accountants, and warehouse managers at the head office now have a trustworthy doctor.

Sun Simiao was an expert in health preservation and could also help elderly ministers and generals to improve their health.

If used well, this connection will become an invisible network of connections in the imperial court in the future.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the system's arrangement this time was ingenious.

The five-star rating does not assess martial arts skills.

The highest martial arts cultivation level of the Four Saints was only the second rank, which meant they couldn't even defeat a low-ranking guard in this palace.

But what they held in their hands wasn't a knife, it was their lives.

On the battlefield, swords and spears have no eyes; in the imperial court, it's hard to guard against hidden arrows; and in the martial world, danger lurks everywhere.

A trustworthy doctor is sometimes more crucial than a team of elite soldiers.

The last line of text on the system's light screen slowly dissipated into the air.

Zhou Xing waved his hand to disperse the light screen, rolled out of bed, walked to the window and opened it.

On the old locust tree outside the window, cicadas were still chirping loudly.

He unfolded the map of the capital.

This was hand-drawn by Lu Changfeng over a period of six months, with the strongholds of various forces marked on it in charcoal.

His finger moved slowly across the map, drawing a small cross in each of the four cities: East, West, South, and North.

That's the location of the four pharmacies.

Then, several lines were connected between the four crosses, forming a network covering the entire city.

After writing this, he put down his pen and lit the note over the candlelight.

The flames consumed the paper, turning it into a wisp of ash in the copper dish.

As night deepened outside the window, the leaves of the old locust tree rustled in the night breeze.

He stared at the pile of ashes, and another chess piece appeared on the chessboard in his mind.

This chess piece doesn't kill, but it can save lives.

Sometimes, saving lives is more useful than killing them.