The cruel little princess

Shen Youyou and Doctor Xu discussed the herbs and ointments until midnight, reluctantly returning to their tent. Doctor Xu, in compliance with Prince Jin's orders, remained in Shen Zijin's tent to watch over him until he was safely past the critical stage and regained consciousness. Prince Jin was relieved when the secret guards reported that Miss Shen had returned to the tent. However, thinking about how long they'd spent discussing herbs and ointments, he felt a little frustrated. He felt Doctor Xu was too idle, and he needed to find something for him to do starting tomorrow.

Shen Youyou was still excited after returning to the tent. In modern times, few people study Traditional Chinese Medicine, and even fewer reach her level of expertise. Furthermore, many Chinese medicinal herbs have been lost to time, their descriptions now limited to "according to historical records..." But here, she could directly see these herbs and hear the teachings and detailed explanations of these herbs from today's leading experts in Traditional Chinese Medicine, accompanied by a variety of case studies! This was something she couldn't even imagine in modern times!

The more Shen Youyou thought about it, the more excited she became. She lay on the couch, tossing and turning like a pancake, unable to fall asleep. She couldn't help but get up from the couch again. Chuntao saw her get up, thinking that something important had happened, so she got up too.

"Don't worry about me, just sleep. If I can't sleep, I'll get up and find something to do." Shen Youyou stopped Chuntao from getting up with her, and helped her tidy up the broken hair on her temples.

"Is anyone there?" Shen Youyou walked to the entrance of the tent and asked outside.

"Miss, I'm here!" The soldier who had led her to the kitchen and the wounded camp came out again.

"My name is Liu Bin, Bin as in Wenwu Bin. Miss, you can just call me Xiao Liu. Our general has ordered me to be at your disposal at any time! If you have anything, just tell me directly!" He saluted with his hands clasped together.

"Hey, Mr. Liu, I need some writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. If you don't have any, you can go to the wounded soldiers' camp and get me some prescription paper. I want to write something. Do you think that's okay? If not, I can use something else..."

"Please wait a moment, miss. I'll be right back!"

After Liu Bin strode away, Shen Youyou continued to pace the tent, pondering the issues she had been mulling over. She realized how many things she had to deal with, so she decided to write them down with pen and paper, completing them one by one in a sequential order, gradually moving forward. Only through a methodical plan could she avoid the chaotic chaos of a headless fly and ensure that every task could be properly handled.

In a short while, Liu Bin returned to the tent with his writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. He panted and said, "Miss, I asked Doctor Feng for the things you need. Also, since the candlelight in your tent wasn't bright enough, I took the initiative to bring a kerosene lamp. Are you short of anything else? If so, I can go get it with you." He bowed slightly, waiting for Shen Youyou's instructions.

Shen Youyou lifted the curtain of the tent, reached out to take the things, and expressed her gratitude to Liu Bin: "Thank you! This is enough! Thank you very much!" After receiving the reply, Liu Bin turned around and returned to his post to hold on.

Shen Youyou carefully placed the item in her hand on the table. Then, using the faint flickering candlelight, she lit the somewhat rustic kerosene lamp. The kerosene lamp burned brightly, but also emitted thick smoke. Unprotected by a lampshade, the flame swayed constantly from side to side, stirred by the subtle drafts within the tent. However, it was undeniable that, compared to the insignificant candlelight, the kerosene lamp was much brighter.

After Shen Youyou placed the inkstone securely on the table, she squeezed three or five crystal-clear drops from the water bag into the inkwell. Then, carefully picking up the ink stick, she began grinding it with gentle concentration. When the first drop of ink had drained to the bottom, she unhesitatingly added four or five more drops of water, continuously pushing the ink stick forward and meticulously grinding it. Because the first drop of ink was relatively thick, the subsequent grinding process naturally became slightly easier. After all, she herself had no idea how much she would need to write. Perhaps she would just sketch out a rough outline first, then gradually fill in the details, completely free-flowing and writing as she came to mind. For this reason, she deliberately ground a little extra ink to keep on hand. After finishing grinding, she carefully scraped the ink into the inkwell for later use.

After grinding the ink, he picked up the brush and found that Liu Bin brought not only a brand new inkstone and ink stick, but also a brand new brush. He secretly admired that he was really thoughtful.

She gently spread the rice paper flat, as if unrolling a scroll about to depict a grand blueprint. After moistening the brush, she carefully dipped it into the ink, as if drawing from the wellspring of wisdom. Then, she steadily lifted the brush and began to meticulously scribble each plan onto the paper:

1. Daddy is getting older and his health is not as good as before. We need to carefully take care of his health, find suitable medicinal herbs and medicinal food recipes, and develop a scientific and reasonable health plan.

2. My brother's injury hasn't healed yet and requires more professional and meticulous rehabilitation care. Not only should we prepare a detailed rehabilitation plan, but we should also monitor his recovery closely and adjust the plan accordingly.

3. Communicate in depth with Dr. Xu to explore how to help him master the recipe for Black Jade Ointment as quickly as possible. At the same time, find ways to stimulate his enthusiasm and motivation for learning, ensuring his rapid growth into an outstanding physician.

4. Organize classes and group training for military doctors to impart first aid knowledge and skills. Emphasize the importance of first aid principles—saving lives before injuries, treating serious injuries before minor ones, prioritizing acute conditions over chronic ones, and treating wounds before illnesses.

5. Borrow some money from Dad to buy precious medicinal materials, such as the raw materials needed for the Black Jade Intermittent Ointment. In addition, you can also try to make an improved version of the Scar Relief Ointment to meet the needs of high-end patients.

Each plan she wrote was meticulously and clearly, her determination and confidence evident in every word. These plans were more than just a list of words; they reflected her love for her family and her passion for medicine. In the process, she became a skilled healer with a global vision, using her wisdom and dedication to transform the lives of those around her.

6. She planned to find time to go into the mountains and search for medicinal herbs. She'd make some of them into ointments or finished medicines, then sell them in town pharmacies, targeting the lower-end consumer market and earning more money. Of course, whether it was for the high-end or the local market, as long as her medicine was of guaranteed quality, she remembered finding good herbs in the mountains near Liushu Village.

Plan to continue writing: 7. When other imperial physicians arrive, they will open classes again. The course content will cover more profound and difficult diseases and surgical sutures.

However, at this moment, Shen Youyou looked at the brush in her hand and couldn't help but feel puzzled. She had clearly ground a lot of ink, but why did it run out after just a few words? Suddenly, she began to miss modern gel pens, ballpoint pens, and even fountain pens. After all, using these pens is much faster than writing with a brush!

Shen Youyou reluctantly picked up the ink stick again, added a little water, and gently rubbed it for a while. Then he picked up the brush again, dipped it in ink, and continued writing: 8. Willow charcoal sticks. Writing with a brush is really not very convenient, so I'd better burn some willow charcoal sticks myself.

Just like that, Shen Youyou wrote down a total of eight short-term plans. Each one was detailed and clear, full of her expectations and determination for the future.

Hearing the night watchman's call outside, she realized it was already midnight, around midnight. She was surprised to find she had filled two full sheets of paper with eloquent writing, in keeping with modern custom. Regardless of whether this plan would ultimately succeed, her dedication alone was truly worthy of a hundred and twenty thumbs-up! She thought contentedly: First, diligently complete these few plans, then flexibly adjust the details as needed based on circumstances. As long as she could firmly grasp the overall direction and not change it, prosperity would be only a matter of time! After all, she was an independent, free-spirited woman of the modern age. She wasn't used to relying on men like a dodder flower. She aspired to be like the resilient bamboo! Even if faced with walls, rocks, and other obstacles, she would strive to find a path forward, constantly striving upward. In time, she would surely cultivate a lush, verdant bamboo forest!