The little rascal was a bit confused. He went out for a while and came back with such a reputation.

Lu Qiqi flicked the tip of her nose with her index finger, her eyes darting around, and she said with a sly smile, "Why don't you tell me what awful thing I did to make you so unhappy?"

Speaking of this, Dr. Luo got angry, "Isn't it all because you made those brats practice their sewing skills by making them sew clothes!"

What are you talking about? Practicing sewing with a curved needle is hardly going to cause any trouble.

After Dr. Luo glared at her, Lu Qiqi finally understood why he was so angry.

It turned out that the doctors listened to her advice and practiced in their spare time every day.

Studying hard should be a good thing, but these doctors put the cart before the horse. Not only did they mend the wounded soldiers' clothes, they even went to ask the soldiers for their torn clothes to mend.

That's good. The soldiers heard that the doctors in the wounded soldiers' camp were helping to sew up torn clothes, and the piles of clothes were transported into the wounded soldiers' camp.

They were so exhausted from sewing late into the night that their eyes were almost blind.

Today, a soldier came looking for clothes and found Dr. Luo. The old man and the young man almost got into a fight.

After listening to Dr. Luo's words, Lu Qiqi was left speechless, both amused and exasperated by these silly kids.

Her laughter was so loud that it made Dr. Luo's already tanned face even darker.

Fearing an impending storm, Lu Qiqi quickly stopped laughing, coughed twice to clear her throat, and said, "Doctor Luo, don't be angry. We'll open a school and let them all study medicine together. That way, they won't do such stupid things again."

Once they've completed their training, anyone can handle the task of treating the wounded, wouldn't that make things easier for us?"

Doctor Luo glanced at Lu Qiqi. He had been sending a lot of people to the East Gate these past few days, and his old bones were almost broken from exhaustion.

Unfortunately, these bastards not only couldn't help, but they also caused trouble.

If he really follows Lu Qiqi's suggestion and opens a medical school, then he won't have to go through all that trouble standing by the narrow bed for a whole day.

Doctor Luo said lazily, "I have strict rules about accepting disciples. If these bastards go out and swindle people using my name, I'll break their legs!"

Lu Qiqi didn't expect this old man to have such a heavy burden. She thought for a moment, "Since you don't want people to know, how can they find out if you and I don't say anything?"

You should just consider it as spreading knowledge and teachings during your travels; as for how well they learn it, that's entirely up to their own destiny.

Doctor Luo glanced at Lu Qiqi and snorted coldly, "It's a pity that you're not a royal merchant with that kind of brain."

Lu Qiqi disagreed, "Being a royal merchant is not such an easy thing. Look at me, I just opened a paper mill in the small Tianxin Village, and I have attracted so much trouble."

To truly become a royal merchant, one would likely shorten their lifespan by several years and turn their hair many times whiter, only then acquiring the shrewdness to deal with both superiors and subordinates.

Dr. Luo thought of those people, who were full of bad intentions, and worried that they might corrupt this delicate flower in front of him.

Therefore, it was not mentioned again.

After reaching an agreement with Dr. Luo, Lu Qiqi hurriedly returned to her tent and wrote down a plan for establishing a medical school by lamplight.

Setting up a medical school on the border is no small matter, and it has to go through the hands of Imperial Physician Ren, since he is the head of the wounded soldiers' camp.

This planning document was naturally intended for him to see.

After staying up most of the night, Lu Qiqi stopped writing and carefully put away the planning document.

Nineteen followed her back to the camp. The hot water that had been brought earlier had cooled down, so Lu Qiqi went straight into her space to wash up.

When you come out, take Xiao Ye and Wang Cai with you.

Xiao Ye has been sleeping well these past two days; her daytime activities and nighttime routine are simply reversed from her previous ones.

After resting for a night, Lu Qiqi took her planning document and went to discuss it with Physician Ren.

"Go and gather all the medicinal herbs and then give them to me. I've already informed the Crown Prince about the medicine for injuries, and it shouldn't be long before it arrives."

The wounded soldiers' medication must not be stopped these days; even small doses are better than stopping altogether.

"yes."

Just as Lu Qiqi was about to enter the tent, she overheard the conversation between Physician Ren and Doctor Zhao.

"Greetings, Your Excellency," Doctor Zhao bowed and left.

The curtain was lifted high, and when Physician Ren heard the noise, he turned around and saw Lu Qiqi holding a stack of papers.

He asked, "What business does the village head have with me?"

Lu Qiqi smiled and handed over the planning document in her hand, "This is the planning document I wrote. Please take a look and see if it is feasible."

These were truly humble words. Physician Ren invited her to sit down, then took the planning document and went to the desk to look through it.

After an incense stick had burned, Physician Ren finally finished reading the plan. He had never seen such a detailed plan before, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Establishing a medical practice within a military camp was unprecedented, and Physician Ren, unsure of its feasibility, was somewhat perplexed.

As Lu Qiqi watched the Imperial Physician Ren's upturned lips, she not only pursed her lips but also gradually furrowed her brows.

Even the usually composed Lu Qiqi became somewhat nervous at this moment and couldn't help but ask, "Doctor Ren, what do you think?"

Imperial Physician Ren has always been a person who cherishes talent. Lu Qiqi's skill was evident in her suturing technique on her first day of arrival, which impressed all the doctors in the wounded soldiers' camp.

As far as he knew, Lu Qiqi cured the plague in five villages before being granted the title of "Lord of Kangle Township" by the emperor.

To possess such abilities at such a young age demonstrates extraordinary medical skills, far beyond the reach of ordinary people.

He sighed almost imperceptibly, "The wounded soldiers' camp is full of wounded soldiers. It would be good to open a school, but right now the doctors in the camp are too busy treating the wounded to find time to study."

Furthermore, these doctors have already developed unique methods of practicing medicine, and changing them would be difficult.

Lu Qiqi understood Physician Ren's concerns; no one can become fat overnight.

We are all ordinary people, not balloons; seeking quick success and instant benefits is not what she pursues.

Lu Qiqi said, "If we want the wounded soldiers' camp to be organized, disciplined, and to form an effective and long-term scale, making changes is the only way forward."

The best course of action now is to study. If you don't have time, make time for it. If you can't change something, force yourself to change it.

Unlike pharmacies, military medicines are not as plentiful and are mostly used to treat injuries and illnesses. It is not difficult to change the way medicines are practiced.

The medical skills the school aimed to teach were primarily how to treat external injuries.

The plan was very detailed, and Physician Ren knew that she wanted to treat more wounded soldiers.

When he saw that the soldiers' hands and legs were badly injured and that amputation could save their lives, his once quiet old heart couldn't help but tremble and flutter.

The battlefield is a cruel place, not only because of life and death, but also because of the fact that even if you know that losing an arm or a leg would save your life.

Even after their arms and legs were amputated, the soldiers still died from high fever.

After hearing Lu Qiqi's words, Physician Ren put aside all his concerns. He was almost fifty years old and he wanted to learn this suturing technique, let alone the amputation method.

Suddenly, he looked up and met Lu Qiqi's eyes. "This school must be established! Every wounded soldier we save means one more citizen of our Great Jin Dynasty!"