Several more Daoists gradually gathered in the side room, their eyes gleaming green as they stared at the scrolls spread out in Lin Wanwan’s cloth bag. When Immortal Sun was young, he found it challenging to even come across a Han Dynasty’s copy of the Treatise on Cold Pathogenic and Warm Pathogenic Diseases because such books were privately kept by medical families and not circulated at all. In his pursuit of knowledge, he traveled widely, seeking out good medical practitioners wherever he heard of them, spending money to buy prescriptions. If money couldn’t buy it, he would even work like an apprentice, busy with chores inside and outside, just to get a glimpse of medical texts and secret formulas. If Immortal Sun had to go through such lengths, one can only imagine the educational experiences of the Daoists at Ge Xian Temple. They had never been fortunate enough to meet someone like Lin Wanwan, who could take out a dozen medical books in one go. If a medical family possessed a dozen books, they could easily train generations of court physicians; who would be willing to make them public? Not particularly absorbed, Lin Wanwan quickly noticed the three Daoist leaders staring at the books from the window like a fresco. She smiled and casually handed them a medical book. The three were overjoyed, and their heads came together as they sat down cross-legged on the ground, engrossed in reading. Such opportunities weren’t frequent. While this wasteful young lady hadn’t changed her mind, they read eagerly, gaining as much as possible each second. The young Daoist by Sun Simiao’s side regarded Lin Wanwan with a peculiar look. He had heard clearly yesterday that this young lady intended to present a medical book to Daoist Sun. How come today she brought out over a dozen books? Is there genuinely such a generous healer in the world? Lin Wanwan, distracted by the books, suddenly thought of something from their reactions. Perhaps she could train a few medical workers in Lin Family Manor. Although she herself was just a dabbler, she possessed many medical books. And what did the Great Tang of the fourth year of Zhenguan have? Chao Yuanfang’s Treatise on the Sources and Manifestations of Various Diseases, Wang Tao’s Exterior Platform Secret Essentials, and others that wouldn’t appear for several decades yet! Even the existing medical books—such as the Treatise on Cold Pathogenic and Warm Pathogenic Diseases, Lingshu, Shennong’s Materia Medica, Su Wen—weren’t books that ordinary aristocrats could fully collect! Although the status of physicians in the Great Tang wasn’t particularly high, and they were even looked down upon among the literati—Han Yu had once said, "Witch doctors, musicians, and artisans are not considered by gentlemen"—many of the Great Tang physicians were indistinguishable from witches, with a good number treating patients with shamanistic rituals. However, compared to the current fishing business of Lin Family Manor, the medical field was already a rare upward path. Teaching the children of Lin Family Manor to become graduates through poetry and classics was still very challenging. Even now, Lin Wanwan had invited Elder Teacher Chen to come and teach, yet the road was still long and arduous. But breaking into high society through medical and computational examinations had a fighting chance. Having thought of this, Lin Wanwan decided to pick some teenagers over fifteen years old from Lin Family Manor to learn medicine when she returned! Even if they couldn’t secure an official title within the Imperial Medical Bureau later, becoming an assistant like a Medical Doctor or Acupuncture Doctor was still promising. At the very least, being a medical worker in Mao County was better than risking life on the sea. While lost in thought, a sudden voice from across called in admiration—it was Immortal Sun, who had found something remarkable and couldn’t contain his excitement. Although the emergency manual Lin Wanwan transcribed belonged to Western medicine, Divine Doctor Sun Simiao naturally understood its value. Chinese and Western medicine could indeed complement each other. Many of these insights weren’t beyond Immortal Sun’s understanding; they just hadn’t been described and summarized so systematically. Sun, the Divine Doctor, put down the scroll he was holding and looked at Lin Wanwan, saying, "Have you really decided to give all these medical books to an old Daoist like me?" Lin Wanwan nodded without hesitation, "I’ve decided." "Good." The old Immortal’s eyes welled up with tears. "Your teacher is truly gifted; these few medical books form a school of their own with unique perspectives, making complex ideas accessible and straightforward. Reading these today, the old Daoist has benefited more than from ten years of tireless research. You tell the world that these are the works of my teacher." When Lin Wanwan mentioned offering a medical book yesterday, the old gentleman had thought she might have one or two secret prescriptions to add to his Thousand Gold Formula. But seeing them today, these were far more than mere secret remedies; they were monumental medical works! Lin Wanwan, originally kneeling crookedly, hurriedly sat up straight upon hearing this, exclaiming, "Ancestor, you flatter me." To say Sun Simiao was the ancestral patriarch of the world’s physicians was absolutely unquestionable. Immortal Sun composed himself and, looking squarely at Lin Wanwan, said, "These medical books will be printed and spread widely by the old Daoist. Are you truly willing to part with them?" Lin Wanwan nodded heavily, "I am willing. Having these books in the hands of the Ancestor is their best home. Whether they are printed or kept privately, I have no objections." "Do you carry the surname Lin?" "Yes, I am Wanwan of the Lin clan, under Hou Tao." "Wanwan, do you know the magnitude of merit you achieve with this action? With these books, countless people across the world will owe their lives to them." Lin Wanwan’s eyebrows curved in delight, and she accepted the praise calmly. "Did your esteemed master leave any particular name or title?" "No." Lin Wanwan shook her head but suddenly remembered something, "Oh, the Master referred to themselves as Qingshan Hermit." "The handwriting in these medical books is rather coarse. These aren’t your master’s original handwriting, are they?" "Indeed they are not. I and some servants transcribed these. The original volumes were kept in the study but were swept away by the mountain flood, leaving none behind. However, these were with me for my own reading, so they were preserved." "Alas, what a pity! But what fortune as well!" Immortal Sun pulled out a jade token from his bosom, "Wanwan, if you have any issues in the future, bring this jade token to Chang’an and look for the old Daoist." "Thank you, Ancestor." Lin Wanwan, still kneeling, lowered her head to the mat and respectfully accepted it with both hands. Oh, yes! After Xiao Chong, she had hugged another sturdy support! In Lin Wanwan’s heart, this support was sturdier than the Emperor’s! Formerly, she worshipped in temples; now, she worshipped a living man. Meeting Sun Simiao brought Lin Wanwan immense inner satisfaction. To sit and converse with such a great savior of countless lives and to receive some praise from him—what other regrets could life hold? Sun Simiao then tested Lin Wanwan on some basics of traditional Chinese medicine, such as knowledge from the Su Wen. Lin Wanwan was embarrassed; she had self-studied the Barefoot Doctor Manual, which was straightforward enough to understand as long as one was literate. But as for classical texts like the Su Wen, how could she possibly read them? Learning traditional Chinese medicine is definitely slower than Western medicine. Western medicine, with its medical books and ready-made medications, could quickly train a barefoot doctor, but traditional Chinese medicine required real accumulation in observing, hearing, questioning, and diagnosing, needing direct teacher-student transmission. Listening to Lin Wanwan’s halting answers, Sun Immortal gently shook his head—this little disciple hadn’t mastered her teacher’s skills comprehensively; it’s all rush-through surface-level knowledge.