Lu Chenglin listened to the report from those below him, his smile carrying a deep meaning. That little girl Lu Luoxing thinks she can act as she pleases with the support of the Medical Bureau. But now it seems, isn’t it just all thunder and no rain? Training a doctor requires a lot of manpower and resources. He had already conspired with other members of the Lu Family, agreeing that no one was allowed to get involved with the Medical School’s affairs. Without the support of the Lu Family, it would be strange if the Medical School could run smoothly! After all, the Medical Bureau is tight with money, how could they allocate funds to the Medical School? As for Emperor Jing, Zhou Country has plenty of places in need of silver; the Ministry of Revenue officials wish they could make one coin into two. Even if Emperor Jing wants to allocate funds to the Medical School, the officials wouldn’t agree. The country’s tax revenue must be used wisely. Yes, back then the ancestor of the Lu Family established the Medical School. Fınd the newest release on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝•𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝘯𝘦𝘵 But at that time, the Lu Family was as wealthy as a country and could support the Medical School on its own. The current Lu Family is no longer what it was. Trying to imitate the Lu Family’s ancestor would only become a joke. He was curious to see how that little girl Lu Luoxing would handle the end. That little girl should get married honestly and teach her children; that is her destiny. With ambition higher than the sky, the result can only be a life as fragile as paper. Lu Luoxing tried to maintain her composure, but in her heart, she was extremely anxious. She anticipated that recruiting students would be difficult, but she didn’t expect that there would be inquiries but no one taking action. Imperial Physician Li and the steward of the Medical Bureau didn’t stay long and left in a hurry. Meng Yao gave Lu Luoxing a proposal she had written earlier and gently patted her on the shoulder for comfort. If Emperor Jing agreed to continue establishing the Medical School, he wouldn’t just pay lip service, would he? Lu Luoxing’s eyes lit up as she read the proposal. She was sure that once His Majesty read it all, he wouldn’t abandon it. This way, the first batch of students for the Medical School would be secured. Once there’s the first, there won’t be any worry about the second or third, would there? Emperor Jing looked at the letter on the table and asked Shuangxi, "Is this really written by that countryside wife of Ah Ting?" "That’s what Lu Luoxing said when she brought it over," Shuangxi replied. "Shuangxi, do you think what’s written on here is believable?" Emperor Jing still had some doubts. A countryside woman having some small skills is surprising but not outrageous. But now, this was no small skill. "You send someone to bring Ah Ting into the palace," Emperor Jing made a decision after some thought, "Send some reliable people, never mind, just send the ones who carry my imperial sedan chair." In terms of reliability, there’s no one more reliable than them. Shuangxi accepted the order and went straight to the Zhao Mansion with a group. Then, under the guidance of Ming Cui, they went to the house rented by Meng Yao. Zhao Ting, who looked slightly better, was helped onto the sedan and carried into the palace. "Ah Ting, your complexion looks a lot better," Emperor Jing remarked in surprise. "It’s all due to the efforts of my wife," Zhao Ting said. He didn’t plan to pretend to be weak forever; he had to gradually get better. Otherwise, how could he support Ah Yao in the future? "Let me ask you, is your wife really unparalleled in medical skills?" Emperor Jing inquired. "If it weren’t for Ah Yao, I wouldn’t have come back this time," Zhao Ting replied. "Besides, to be honest with Your Majesty, my hidden ailment was also treated by Ah Yao." "And the knife wound on my body, if Ah Yao hadn’t treated it, I would have bled to death," Zhao Ting said. "Can I take a look?" Emperor Jing asked. Zhao Ting calmly undid his clothes in front of Emperor Jing. There were several scars crisscrossing. "Is this the suturing skill?" Emperor Jing stared for a while and asked Zhao Ting. "That’s what it’s called," Zhao Ting replied. Emperor Jing’s heart surged; if this suturing skill was used in the military, wouldn’t the survival rate of Great Zhou’s soldiers greatly increase? The letter clearly stated that after suturing a wound, it greatly reduces healing time and the risk of infection, thus lowering the mortality rate. The Medical School was willing to train a batch of military doctors for the Court. "Good. Ah Ting, your wife is truly remarkable," Emperor Jing declared, "If this matter is done beautifully, I will certainly reward Mrs. Meng with whatever she wants." Zhao Ting was a bit confused, wondering what Ah Yao had done. "Your Majesty, if you want to give a reward, I am pleased. But if she wants to divorce, please don’t agree," Zhao Ting first thought of this. "Ah Ting, a forced melon is not sweet," Emperor Jing said earnestly. If Ah Ting wouldn’t die immediately, Emperor Jing thought, if Meng Yao was unwilling, it wouldn’t be right to force her, would it? After all, the emperor’s sister was still thinking about Zhao Ting. Zhao Ting, at the right moment, spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted directly. Emperor Jing was startled and quickly summoned the Imperial Physician, amidst chaos with needles and medicine, they finally revived him. "Didn’t I just say something casually? Besides, at that time, Mrs. Meng might not necessarily want to divorce. Ah Ting, don’t overthink," Emperor Jing said earnestly. Can he not overthink? Although he didn’t know exactly what Meng Yao did, he could guess that whatever she did, it satisfied His Majesty greatly. Based on Meng Yao’s current thoughts, if His Majesty wanted to give a reward, she would certainly plead for His Majesty to agree to the divorce. Zhao Ting kept silent. "I promise you, isn’t that enough?" Emperor Jing said helplessly. In terms of merit, Ah Ting’s was certainly greater. "Thank you, Your Majesty," Zhao Ting replied weakly. "Your Majesty, in General Zhao’s condition, he should avoid being stimulated," Imperial Physician Li advised. "I didn’t mean to stimulate him," Emperor Jing felt a bit wronged. Knowing he seemed strong, but then... Forget it, it’s all his fault. This is their family matter, he won’t interfere anymore. Keeping things as they are seems quite good too. If the Meng family and Ah Ting reunite, in the future, when he needs to ask Meng Yao for help, wouldn’t he feel justified? Forget it, he’d better help Ah Ting out. After Zhao Ting left, Emperor Jing personally went to the Imperial Concubine Palace of Noble Consort An. Noble Consort An was surprised; why would His Majesty suddenly worry about organizing a banquet? Clearly, he doesn’t like lively events, which is why they never dared to hold banquets. Now he actually asked her to think of a reason to hold a banquet. Strange things happen every year, especially this year. However, since His Majesty requested it, she had to comply. She would hold it, and it had to be held splendidly to showcase her abilities to His Majesty. The most surprising thing for Noble Consort An was, when did General Zhao have a wife? Why did His Majesty specifically instruct her to invite General Zhao’s wife? Could it be that General Zhao’s wife is not actually his wife, but someone His Majesty has taken a fancy to? She had seen such plots many times in unofficial histories!