Lin Xiaoyu returned to the office and typed away at her computer, organizing the audio recording into a detailed and insightful manuscript.
She included all of Li Xu's thoughts on the Materia Medica, forensic evaluations, and the current state of Chinese and Western medicine, hoping to spark some deeper discussion.
However, when she submitted the first draft to her editor-in-chief, it was, as expected, rejected.
"Xiao Lin, this article... it's well-written, very in-depth."
The editor-in-chief pushed up his glasses, his brow furrowed slightly. "But this latter part, about traditional Chinese medicine being suppressed and the Materia Medica being unreasonable, is too sensitive. We're just a city-level publication with limited influence. We can't touch major, controversial topics like this."
"If this stirs up a public outcry or we get reprimanded by the higher-ups, our magazine won't be able to handle the fallout."
