Chapter 117: Medical School Bian Que

"Emmmm..."

Li Xiang looked at Lu Ban, who was holding the draft paper in front of him, his emotions running high.

He suddenly felt a bit of regret.

This guy, why is he so excited!

It's just a slightly special handicraft, how did you manage to reach a Grade...

"Replying to you, sir."

"This object is called a gun."

"My master did indeed design many other types of objects, but he never showed them to me."

"Sir, look at this object, can it be built?"

Li Xiang asked.

Lu Ban did not answer.

Because of the commotion just now, many disciples from other schools had walked over to congratulate Lu Ban.

"Congratulations to Master Lu for reaching the Seventh Grade; from now on, you are the best craftsman in this Prefecture!"

"Congratulations, congratulations!"

These people were not dressed like orthodox Confucian Scholars.

Some wore work clothes, some clutched hammers, and others were even holding a fishing net.

Among them, a young man wearing a green shirt and carrying a medicine gourd walked forward and said to Lu Ban with a gentle smile:

"Congratulations, Master Lu. A fellow practitioner reaching the Seventh Grade in a single day—such talent truly makes us envious!"

This young man was carrying a medicine gourd.

There was even a faint flow of noble energy about him.

His whole person carried a faint scent of medicine, making one feel very comfortable.

"Doctor Bian, why have you come as well?"

"Aren't there still many patients waiting for you in that newly opened Grass Hall of yours?"

"Let's talk about the congratulations when we eat tonight; saving lives is what matters!"

Lu Ban slightly raised his hand toward the young man and performed a salute.

"Haha, don't worry, Master Lu. I am free today; there are no patients in the Grass Hall."

"You breaking through to the Seventh Grade is such a major event; it would be rude of me not to come and offer my congratulations!"

Lu Ban smiled and let out a natural "hehe," looking very happy.

"Little one, this is Master Bian Que of the Medical School. He is a good friend of mine. Having heard that there have been changes in the border town and countless dead and wounded, he came here specifically to practice medicine."

"If nothing goes wrong, he should be the best doctor in our Prefecture."

"Yes, the best."

"Even the successors from Medicine King Valley cannot compare to him."

Lu Ban stood in front of Li Xiang and introduced this young man to him quite naturally.

As for the others behind him, after offering their congratulations to Lu Ban, they all went back to their work and did not continue chatting, so Lu Ban did not introduce them.

"Bian... Bian Que?"

"Medical School?"

Another familiar name.

Li Xiang felt a slight shock in his heart.

This was an extremely famous doctor in Chinese history, a great physician who had a significant place in historical records.

The Hundred Schools Contention in this world seems a bit different from what he had imagined.

The Mohist School's theories of universal love and non-aggression were not something he saw in Lu Ban; instead, there was more of an embodiment of the Mechanism Art and the people's livelihood.

Now, with the appearance of Bian Que of the Medical School, Li Xiang became even more curious.

How exactly did the Confucianism lineage transform into the Hundred Schools of Thought, and how did the Hundred Schools Contention actually work?

"Hey! Master Lu, why do you always introduce me like that whenever you talk about me to others?"

"A healer has no boundaries or sectarian divisions; you must stop saying that about me to people. If it gets out, people will laugh."

"Hahahaha! It was my slip of the tongue. Tonight, I will treat you to wine!"

"Hmm? Master Lu, who is this little friend?"

Being held in such high regard by Lu Ban, Bian Que was also very curious about who this little one standing beside Lu Ban was.

"This is a new friend I have made."

"That I could reach the Seventh Grade today is thanks to the help of this little friend."

Lu Ban smiled and referred to him directly as a friend, showing great esteem.

"Greetings, Doctor Bian!"

"My name is Li Xiang, and my home is right here in the city."

"Greetings, little friend! I opened a Grass Hall in the west of the city. If you have any relatives or friends who are ill, you can come to the Grass Hall to find me."

"There is no consultation fee. Regardless of whether they are poor or rich, I will treat them with all my heart when they come to my Grass Hall."

Bian Que carried his gourd and looked at the two of them with a smile.

He and Lu Ban were good friends.

Since Lu Ban valued this little one so much,

there must be a reason for it, and he would just ask later.

After the two exchanged greetings, Bian Que began talking with Lu Ban again.

Li Xiang waited right there; Lu Ban had not yet promised to make that thing for him, so naturally, he had to wait a little longer.

"Master Lu."

"Since you have entered the Seventh Grade today, remember to return to the Prefecture and go to that teahouse to tell Mr. Zhang."

"Have him turn your story into a tale to be told in the teahouse, to tell those fellows who cling to old rules that our path is the right one."

Lu Ban nodded.

"Good!"

"The path is forged by people, and so is the Dao. Those Confucian Scholars say we walk a crooked path and rely on false external objects, but now that our Hundred Schools of Thought are growing increasingly prosperous, this is the best response we can give them!"

Lu Ban looked at the Haoran Qi in his hand and also began to laugh.

A strand of Haoran Qi also emerged from Bian Que's body.

It was not as strong as Lu Ban's, but it was very unique, emitting a refreshing medicinal fragrance.

It smelled comforting.

"Theory is one aspect, but practice is always the fundamental."

"Those Confucian Scholars do not understand; they only know how to talk empty words and mock us, yet after laughing for so many years, one does not see them reading their way to any real achievement."

"The momentum of the Hundred Schools of Thought is growing ever stronger; Master Lu, our path must be the right one!"

Bian Que stood before him, smiling slightly.

A touch of handsomeness was revealed between his brows, and he looked full of drive.

"Master Lu, remember to drink tonight; you said you would treat."

"I will return to the Grass Hall first."

"Good!"

Lu Ban nodded and saw Bian Que off.

Only then did he turn back to look at Li Xiang.

A smile still hung on the corners of his mouth.

"Little friend, may I ask the name of your teacher?"

"To not meet such a craftsman would truly be a great regret in my heart!"

Li Xiang frowned slightly.

This thing was something he had drawn himself.

He could hardly report Su Qin's name...

After hesitating for a moment, he spoke slowly:

"My teacher's name is not convenient to disclose; he does not wish to be disturbed. If he returns in a few days, I will speak with him. If he is willing to see you, I will have him come find you."

Li Xiang said softly.

He casually fabricated a background.

"Good! Thank you, little friend."

"I can make this object, but I do not know what materials you wish to use, nor the final effect you want to achieve."

"My Mohist Mechanism Art can provide enhancements to these items, but the specific type of object you want is not written on this blueprint."

"You see..."

Li Xiang spoke: "As good as it can possibly be!"

"Payment is not a problem!"

This object was for firing the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, so naturally, there could be no mistakes.

"Good!"

"I am busy with work in City South recently, so I am afraid I will have to give it to you a bit later."

"To manufacture this, I need to go to the Prefecture to get some materials; it may take half a month before I can give it to you. I do not know if that is too late for you."

"Thank you, Mr. Lu Ban, half a month is enough."

Lu Ban nodded, a smile still hanging on the corners of his mouth.

Entering the Seventh Grade today, anyone would be much happier.

"By the way, Mr. Lu Ban."

"I have another question I would like to ask you."

"Oh? Speak freely."

"Mr. Lu Ban, what exactly is the difference between the path of the Hundred Schools of Thought and the original path of the Confucian Scholars?"

(End of chapter)