Gasp! She's a Time Traveler Using Modern Tech to Improve Ancient Life Chapter 168 - 167: Gold Is Easy to Obtain, Good Books Are Ha

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 co across a Han Dynasty’s copy of the Treatise on Cold Pathogenic and Warm Pathogenic Diseases because such books were privately kept by dical families and not circulated at all.

In his pursuit of knowledge, he traveled widely, seeking out good dical 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 dical 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 et soone like Lin Wanwan, who could take out a dozen dical books in one go. If a dical 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 dical book.

The three were overjoyed, and their heads ca 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 dical book to Daoist Sun. How co 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 sothing from their reactions. Perhaps she could train a few dical workers in Lin Family Manor.

Although she herself was just a dabbler, she possessed many dical 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 dical books—such as the Treatise on Cold Pathogenic and Warm Pathogenic Diseases, Lingshu, Shennong’s Materia dica, 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 gentlen"—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 dical field was already a rare upward path.

Teaching the children of Lin Family Manor to beco graduates through poetry and classics was still very challenging. Even now, Lin Wanwan had invited Elder Teacher Chen to co and teach, yet the road was still long and arduous. But breaking into high society through dical and computational examinations had a fighting chance.

Having thought of this, Lin Wanwan decided to pick so teenagers over fifteen years old from Lin Family Manor to learn dicine when she returned!

Even if they couldn’t secure an official title within the Imperial dical Bureau later, becoming an assistant like a dical Doctor or Acupuncture Doctor was still promising. At the very least, being a dical 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 sothing remarkable and couldn’t contain his excitent.

Although the ergency manual Lin Wanwan transcribed belonged to Western dicine, Divine Doctor Sun Simiao naturally understood its value. Chinese and Western dicine could indeed complent 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 dical books to an old Daoist like ?"

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 dical 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 ntioned offering a dical 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 re secret redies; they were monuntal dical works!

Lin Wanwan, originally kneeling crookedly, hurriedly sat up straight upon hearing this, exclaiming, "Ancestor, you flatter ."

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 dical 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 ho. Whether they are printed or kept privately, I have no objections."

"Do you carry the surna Lin?"

"Yes, I am Wanwan of the Lin clan, under Hou Tao."

"Wanwan, do you know the magnitude of rit 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 esteed master leave any particular na or title?"

"No." Lin Wanwan shook her head but suddenly rembered sothing, "Oh, the Master referred to themselves as Qingshan Hermit."

"The handwriting in these dical books is rather coarse. These aren’t your master’s original handwriting, are they?"

"Indeed they are not. I and so servants transcribed these. The original volus were kept in the study but were swept away by the mountain flood, leaving none behind. However, these were with 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! Forrly, she worshipped in temples; now, she worshipped a living man.

eting Sun Simiao brought Lin Wanwan imnse inner satisfaction. To sit and converse with such a great savior of countless lives and to receive so praise from him—what other regrets could life hold?

Sun Simiao then tested Lin Wanwan on so basics of traditional Chinese dicine, 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 dicine is definitely slower than Western dicine. Western dicine, with its dical books and ready-made dications, could quickly train a barefoot doctor, but traditional Chinese dicine 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.