"I have a way to ensure that all people in the world will have access to medical care in the future," Yun Qingran said solemnly.

"Ranran, do you really have a way?" Chang Baicao asked, looking intently at her little apprentice.

It is very difficult for ordinary people to get medical treatment nowadays. After all, it would take countless doctors to enable so many people in the world to receive medical treatment!

It takes at least ten years for a qualified doctor to go from recognizing medicinal herbs and memorizing their properties to taking pulses and being able to prescribe medicine to treat patients.

Not only does it take a long time, but you also need a mentor to guide you through the process. In addition, you need financial support to study medicine.

Therefore, doctors have always been a scarce resource. Those who can afford to see a doctor are either rich or noble. The rest of the common people, especially those in the countryside, basically rely on their bodies to tough it out when they get sick. If they survive, they live; if they don't, they die.

"Yes, I have a plan, but I don't know if it will work. Today's meeting is for everyone to discuss it." Yun Qingran nodded.

"Ranran, you tell me." Rationally, Chang Baicao felt it was impossible to ensure that everyone could receive medical treatment, but she still unconsciously trusted her little apprentice.

"Actually, the types of diseases are just a few, such as typhoid fever, stomach ailments, eye diseases, bruises and bleeding, and weakness of qi and blood. Occasionally there will be some difficult and complicated diseases. If we can make corresponding medicines, people can directly buy the corresponding medicines when they get sick. This way, we won't need a large number of doctors to treat people's illnesses, and the cost of medicines will be lower through mass production." Yun Qingran spoke slowly, word by word, trying to make everyone understand her meaning.