The Los Angeles incident, of course, had nothing to do with Lu Zheng and the others.
After Lin Wan finished talking, she took the thread-bound book from Lu Zheng's hand and casually flipped through it. Curious, she asked, "This doesn't seem to be the Barefoot Doctor's Manual, does it?"
"This is Qing Yan's otherworld version of the Barefoot Doctor's Manual, compiled from the original edition, her own experience practicing medicine, and the common medicinal herbs in Great Jing," Lu Zheng said.
Lin Wan leafed through it and saw that the language was simple and easy to understand. Just reading it herself, she felt like she could diagnose patients. "Impressive!"
"I'll make an electronic version first, then go find a printing factory tomorrow."
"Alright." Lin Wan nodded. "I've got nothing going on lately anyway. I'll take leave tomorrow, and we'll go together."
To save time, Lu Zheng went to two printing factories. In just one day, he printed ten thousand copies of the Barefoot Doctor's Manual and purchased a thousand acoustic stethoscopes, then took Si Lingxi back through the passage.
What they did not know was that half a day after they left the printing factory, a photocopied edition of the new Barefoot Doctor's Manual had already arrived at the Ancient Culture Research and Analysis Archives in the Northern Capital.
"The Barefoot Doctor's Manual?"
"Not our version of the Barefoot Doctor's Manual. The changes inside are extensive. All procedures requiring instruments for diagnosis have been removed, and only part of the original content remains. Many illnesses have been deleted, while some other illnesses, much content on pulse-taking and consultation, and Chinese medicinal prescriptions have been added. Strictly speaking, it is already another book."
"The wording is all very ancient."
"And the characters resemble traditional Chinese, but there are also many