Chapter 722: Medicine and Literature
Even Chen Changsheng occasionally had moments when he wasn't busy.
There were only so many profound truths in the world; writing them down, he naturally hit a wall eventually.
He had been full of enthusiasm at first, but the further he wrote, the more he realized there was a fundamental flaw.
No matter how many great truths he wrote down, he couldn't escape a single underlying problem: there was no guarantee anyone would actually recognize them as correct.
Truths were still written by people, and everyone understood them differently. In an era where books were scarce, only a scant few would ever lay eyes on these writings—and by then, their minds might have long been altered.
Amidst this chaotic world and the filth of human nature, words on a page were just that—words.
He had worked diligently for three or four days, but in the end, external realities compelled him to scrap it all and start over.
Mister Zhou had abandoned medicine for literature to change how people thought, but that path was incredibly fraught. Even with the experiences of predecessors to guide him, walking that same road remained an arduous task.
"What are you thinking about?"