Not to mention the storm in the Xiao Family’s inner chambers, on this side, Lin Wanwan rode the crimson horse gallantly to the entrance of Ge Xian Temple. After waiting for a quarter of an hour, Kun Lun, with Qingyu on his shoulders, caught up, and about two hundred meters behind him, was the panting Hua Nong. The mountain path leading to Ge Xian Temple wasn’t built very wide, even the smallest of carriages couldn’t easily pass through. To get there, you either had to ride a horse or walk, so normally there weren’t many devout men and women who came here to pray. Compared to yesterday’s special bustling day of welcoming the God of Wealth, today was much quieter at the mountain gate. Qingyu saw Lin Wanwan from afar and happily waved and shouted, "Mom! Mom!" She really wanted to ride together with Lin Wanwan, but the latter dared not. She had only ridden a horse for two days in total, how could she dare to carry a child? Though she herself wasn’t afraid of any accidents, given her current physical condition, ordinary horses simply couldn’t harm her. But she wasn’t sure she could protect Little Yu properly, so it was better not to take the risk. No matter how much Qingyu pouted, she didn’t agree to bring her up by horse. In the end, Qingyu had to let Kun Lun be her "horse". At nine feet tall, Kun Lun stood out among the short Tang people. Sitting on his shoulders, Qingyu could see far and high, which barely satisfied her. Seeing them catch up, Lin Wanwan got off the horse, took Qingyu from Kun Lun’s shoulders, and holding her hand, she said, "Let’s go find that old man with the white beard." "Mom, is that old man powerful?" Qingyu asked in her childish voice, tilting her little head. Children are very sensitive, she could feel her mother’s excitement, so she was somewhat curious. "Yes, Grandpa Sun is really powerful!" Lin Wanwan was certainly excited, after all, she was about to deliver a medical book painstakingly copied for half a day to the Immortal Sun Simiao. It’s another event that could change history, how could she be calm? Sun Simiao is renowned through the ages not only because of his brilliant medical skills, leaving behind two volumes of the Thousand Gold Formula, but also because he didn’t mind ordinary folk doctors naming their own prescriptions after him. Thus, the age of Sun Simiao always remained a mystery in history. Even hundreds of years later, his invented prescriptions still appeared in the world, leading later generations to gossip that he might have truly become an immortal. In the hierarchical world of the Great Tang, personal prowess didn’t matter, only the family’s strength could make one have a voice. And Sun Simiao provided a shelter to those whose family power wasn’t strong. After all, no one dared to rob the prescription of Immortal Sun, who was immensely respected even by the Imperial Family. The rıghtful source is 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦•𝘯𝘦𝘵 How could Lin Wanwan not respect such a highly esteemed elder? At the hospital courtyard gate, she met Xiao Chong, returned the crimson horse, and let Hua Nong take Qingyu to play with Lu Zhao Lin. Qingyu was delighted to hear she could go play with the little brother from yesterday, waving to say goodbye to Lin Wanwan immediately. The crimson horse felt aggrieved when it saw Xiao Chong, snorting bubbles of snot. It was likely angry because Xiao Chong dared to lend it out, and moreover, that woman even made it carry stuff like a packhorse—just earlier while ascending the mountain, all the accompanying parcels had been transferred from the carriage onto its back! Seeing Xiao Chong looking so embarrassed, Lin Wanwan laughed heartily. For Xiao Chong, who could outshine everyone else at any moment, it was rare to see him in such a state, which was truly amusing. Xiao Chong smiled wryly at Lin Wanwan and sighed, "The world has truly changed, to think even cousin Wanwan would gloat at others’ misfortune." Lin Wanwan said, still smiling, "Actually Cousin, apart from smelling a bit, it’s nothing." Xiao Chong gestured to point at Lin Wanwan twice, shook his head, and retreated to the wing room to change clothes, while Shu Qi led the crimson horse away to brush its coat. Lin Wanwan folded her hands behind her back and headed towards the hospital ward, with Kun Lun carrying a sack of scrolls behind her. When she saw Sun Simiao, his face was half-covered with cloth, performing acupuncture on a commoner in a hemp garment who had rashes on his body. The young Daoist stopped Lin Wanwan outside the straw house, not allowing her to go closer, saying the patient inside had a bad disease which could be contagious. Lin Wanwan knew that Sun Simiao was not only skilled in medicine but had even higher medical ethics. Those lying there in hemp garments looked like the type that was abandoned by their families after being gravely ill, sent to the Daoist temple’s hospital ward only to let them fend for themselves. The infirmary housed ordinary people, most of whom couldn’t afford treatment because the hospital wards of Daoist temples and temples offered some welfare, they would come here to try their luck. Encountering a Divine Doctor like Sun Simiao was definitely hitting the jackpot. Lin Wanwan stood at the door looking up at the blue sky, and let her mind wander among various legends and records about Sun Simiao. Sun Simiao was a renowned leprosy expert of the Great Tang, and his later years were almost inseparable from leprosy. At that time, because leprosy was transmissible, and those afflicted were hideous, with twisted faces, looking like demons, people had only one treatment for leprosy patients—burn them to ashes. Leprosy patients who wished to survive had to escape to deep mountains and forests, isolated from the world and losing their dignity as humans. It was Sun Simiao who, despite dangers, treated the nobles in the court while sending medicinal herbs and life necessities to mountain villages afflicted by leprosy, teaching them how to dress wounds and handle pus and blood. Other court physicians didn’t understand Sun Simiao’s seemingly crazy behavior, but he didn’t care, as he possessed a true heart of a great doctor. Half an hour later, Sun Simiao finished acupuncture on the patient, cleaned his hands, and after changing into a fresh robe, he only then received Lin Wanwan in his quarters. When he opened the medical books brought by Lin Wanwan, his eyes grew brighter and brighter, soon leaving Lin Wanwan forgotten on the side, fully absorbed in the emergency scrolls. These pieces of medical knowledge from future generations were extremely advanced for today’s Great Tang, spanning a thousand years. Sun Simiao dedicated his life to collecting various medical books, secret formulas, and special medicines. In these times where major families liked to hoard books, the preciousness of medical books was indescribable, not like the modern days where one could buy books filled with insights just by spending money. And the dozen scrolls of emergency medicine that Lin Wanwan brought in one go were naturally like a divine blessing for Sun Simiao. Lin Wanwan had originally thought he would ask why the handwriting in these scrolls differed, but he didn’t bother with such trivial matters, as all his mind focused solely on the medical books, as if he held rare treasures in his hands. Seeing that the old immortal Sun had been silent for a while, Lin Wanwan too casually picked up a volume to read. Most of it wasn’t copied by her, so it was a chance for her to review it. In the wing room, there remained only the sound of breathing from the old and young, and the rustling of scrolling through the pages.