Xiang Yang is an honest man and extremely loyal to Xiao Jingzhao. He doesn't care about fame or fortune as long as his master is happy.

Xiao Jingzhao waved his hand: "We should also bring the royal physician."

Xiao Jingzhao had no faith in the medical skills of the doctors outside. If someone were more capable than the doctors in the Prince's mansion, he wouldn't have racked his brains to treat his elder brother's illness.

"Your Highness, please wait a moment, I will go immediately." Watching Xiang Song and Xiang Yang accept the order and leave, Xiao Jingzhao strode outside.

...

Inside the academy.

The front hall was filled with the smell of Chinese medicine.

After the scholars finished relieving themselves, with the help of the doctor and the officials, they washed off the filth and changed into clean clothes.

The officials didn't care whose clothes were whose; they just brought out all the clean clothes they saw and let everyone change into them.

The scholars were pale-faced, and as they walked, they kept sniffing their sleeves.

Everyone felt that the stench still lingered in their noses.

"Stop dawdling, hurry to the front hall and let the doctor take your pulse, and drink your medicine while you're at it."

The officials were all military men, and seeing the scholar's delicate appearance, they had long lost their patience and couldn't help but urge him on.

At this moment, in the front hall, the headmaster sat in the head seat, and he had already changed into clean clothes.

He gripped the armrests on both sides of the chair with both hands, trying to straighten his back.

Jiang Shuyue sat at an octagonal table, next to several elderly doctors.

Seeing the scholars arriving one after another, Jiang Shuyue raised her eyes slightly and said, "Come here, I will take your pulses one by one. If there is nothing seriously wrong, you will be fine after taking some herbal medicine for a few days."

Watching Jiang Shuyue calmly and methodically arrange the doctors in the hall, the headmaster's eyes showed appreciation.

The headmaster couldn't help but secretly grumble to himself.

Who says women are inferior to men?

This woman is worth as many men as I could ever imagine.