Medical Department

When ordinary people saw such content, they would inevitably feel instinctive resistance. Everyone wanted to live well—how could the body possibly murder itself!?

Yet Yan Yue suddenly felt enlightened. Most of the questions she had failed to understand in the past had clear answers in this book—for instance, in some treatments, when a patient was at death's door, the method was not to force-feed them ginseng broth to keep them alive, but to use the Mud Ox Technique from Qian Art to weaken the patient's resistance. Sometimes, that instead created a miracle.

The latter was clearly an offensive Sorcery Art. When used against an enemy, it could slow their reactions and suppress all bodily functions. Using it on a patient was undoubtedly like adding fuel to the plague; by all reason, survival should have been impossible. Before, she had merely regarded this method as experience passed down among healers. She only knew that it worked, not why it worked. Now, however, it fit perfectly with the Treatise on Medicine.

There were many more examples like this.

She did not know where Xia Fan had gathered such knowledge. After all, there was not a single respectable family of physicians in the entire Qi State. But she was certain that if Treatise on Medicine spread, it would utterly overturn the medical thinking of the Six States, sparking a sweeping, earth-shaking transformation!

That was why she could not bear to put the book down wherever she went.

If the Yan Family could lead this transformation, then its overly close dealings with the imperial family would no longer be a problem.

Just then, a Rabbit Demon cautiously entered the physicians' room.

"Which patient has caused trouble again?" Yan Yue asked proactively. "After serving as assistants for so long, you should know how to choose