Before she could speak, Song Siyuan continued talking.
"Look at me now, even though I've become some kind of marquis, I can't go to the Imperial Hospital anymore. Your elder brother said that since you're in the palace, it's not appropriate for me to go to the Imperial Hospital. So what can I do?"
It was impossible for him to go to the Imperial Medical Academy again. Even if he became the head of the academy, in the eyes of those scholar-officials he would still just be a doctor who treated their illnesses, and they would feel that he was inferior.
Unlike in modern times, doctors are called angels in white, and saving lives is something to be respected.
Song Xibai shook his head and sighed, then sat down next to his father.
"If Father really wants to do something, why not open a medical class and teach people medical principles?"
Song Siyuan hesitated for a moment: "But this is a medical technique passed down in our family..."
"What did you want to do when you first learned medicine, Father? Did you just want to become a royal physician or a high-ranking official? You've already achieved those things!" Song Xibai shrugged. "When you first started learning medicine, wasn't it to save lives and heal the sick? If you teach a few more skilled doctors, wouldn't you be able to save even more lives?"
There was a time when Song Xibai felt lost, realizing she had all the medical skills she needed but nowhere to use them. But with Dingxiang by her side, she saw another path.
She planned to pass on all her medical skills to Dingxiang.
As for whether Dingxiang wants to stay, travel around, or do something else after she finishes her studies, Song Xibai has no intention of interfering.
As long as her medical skills are not lost, that's fine.
Song Siyuan was still somewhat undecided, so Song Xibai used the Imperial Academy as an example.
The Chancellor of the Imperial Academy was the teacher of countless students. It's no exaggeration to say that he had students all over the world. Even though he didn't participate in politics, no one dared to underestimate him.
Upon hearing this, Song Siyuan immediately became happy.
Song Xibai encouraged him for a while longer, and then saw her father out of the palace gate.
But what Song Xibai didn't expect was that she just wanted her father to find something to do, but he took it seriously.
After returning home, Song Siyuan called his two sons and told them about the matter. Song Xinian remained silent, but Song Xiping was quite pleased, saying that it was a good thing.
After a moment of hesitation, Song Xinian saw his father looking at him with a mixture of excitement and trepidation, and his heart softened. So he said...
"That's a good idea, but it's probably difficult for our family to keep it going for long. Since you've mentioned the Imperial Academy, why don't you write to the Emperor and ask the court to fund the construction of a medical school?"
Song Siyuan waved his hands repeatedly.
"This is too much trouble! Besides, I don't know how to write memorials!"
"This is not a memorial to the throne, it should be called a petition. Don't worry, I have asked a few advisors to help you with the writing. However, Father, you need to think carefully about how to build the medical school, how much money it will cost, and how to choose the location and the talent."
After Song Xinian finished speaking, he paused for a moment, and his expression immediately became serious.
"If this matter succeeds, it will be a great achievement for our Song family, and also for my sister. No one will mock us for getting the title through nepotism anymore."
After he said that, Song Siyuan also became serious.
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