After writing down the prescription, Jiang Shuyue handed it to the physician: "Young Master's cough with blood-tinged phlegm is caused by inflammation in his lungs. This is an anti-inflammatory prescription. Take three doses consecutively, and once the inflammation is under control, the fever and cough will naturally subside."
Xiao Kang clicked his tongue in amazement, thinking to himself that he was truly a divine physician.
Even the people serving him didn't know he had a fever last night. This female doctor hadn't even touched his skin, yet she knew he had a fever.
Jiang Shuyue wrote three prescriptions in total, each for different stages of the illness.
The royal physician was quite skilled; with just a little guidance from Jiang Shuyue, he understood how to use the medicine and how to maintain daily health.
The physician put away the prescription and asked, "Miss, would you be willing to come to the Prince's residence in a couple of days for a follow-up examination of the young master?"
Jiang Shuyue glanced back at the Princess of Yannan, who was tucking the young master in, and a strange emotion rose in her heart.
She stood up: "Let's try the medicine for a few days first. If there's anything unusual about the pulse, you can send someone to the clinic to find me."
The implication was that she wouldn't come to the Prince's Mansion for follow-up appointments frequently.
"Please wait, young lady."
As soon as Jiang Shuyue stood up, the princess quickly walked to her side.
With a wave of her hand, the princess consort sent over a brocade box.
The princess took the brocade box and then pulled Jiang Shuyue's fair and jade-like hand: "This is a token of our affection, and we hope you will accept it."
Jiang Shuyue quickly withdrew her hand and lowered her eyes slightly, saying, "Your Highness, please don't worry. We can pay the consultation fee after the young master has recovered."
Looking at that familiar face, Jiang Shuyue felt inexplicably flustered.
Seeing Jiang Shuyue take a step back, Nangong Zeyue quickly picked up her medical kit and bowed to the princess with Jiang Shuyue to take her leave.
Watching the departing figure, the princess said to the maid beside her, "If the young master shows significant improvement in three days, send the reward money to Jishetang."
It is said that money can move people's hearts, but this girl was not in a hurry to take the payment, which shows that she has a noble character and high medical ethics.
"Wait, young lady! The princess offered you a reward, why did you refuse?" Xiangyang quickly caught up with her.
"It's not too late to collect the consultation fee once your young master's condition has improved." Jiang Shuyue suddenly remembered those phoenix eyes and familiar face.
She paused slightly, turned around and looked at Xiangyang, asking, "Seeing how concerned the Princess is about the eldest young master, the Princess must be a loving mother. I wonder how many young masters and ladies the Princess has?"
Speaking of the princess, Xiang Yang said respectfully, "Not many, just the eldest young master, the heir apparent, and two young ladies."
"Your young master is very busy with official duties, so he must often go to the capital?" Jiang Shuyue inquired indirectly.
“What you say is right, young lady. The young master personally delivers tax silver to the capital every year. I also went to the capital with my master a few years ago.” When Xiangyang was not nervous, she spoke very clearly.
Jiang Shuyue's heart skipped a beat.
If it's not the eldest son, then without a doubt, it can only be the heir apparent!
The Prince's mansion has few heirs, and it would be terrible if the heir saw her every year. Thinking of this, she quickened her pace and walked outside.
"There's a senior doctor at the clinic, Miss Jiang, there's no need to rush."
Seeing that she was walking so fast, Nangong Zeyue assumed that Jiang Shuyue was in a hurry to return to the clinic.
Jiang Shuyue had no time to appreciate the beautiful scenery of the Prince's Mansion and soon walked out of the mansion gate.
Xiangyang summoned a carriage from the Prince's mansion and personally drove the two back to the clinic.
Outside the city, Xiao Jingzhao looked at the growing number of refugees and said to the officials in charge of resettling them: "Settle them in a dispersed manner, gather the young and strong laborers together to build houses, and do not deduct wages or food. If any are found to be doing so, they will be severely punished."
Xiao Jingzhao's expression was serious and cold, his words resounding.
The officials were startled and immediately knelt down to accept the order.
By the time I finished my official duties, the setting sun on the horizon was like molten gold.
Xiao Jingzhao and his entourage returned home.
As soon as I entered the gate, Xiangyang came to greet me.
"Master, go and see the young master quickly. The doctor from Jishetang came to see him today and said that the young master can recover."
"really?"
"Your subordinate dares not utter a single falsehood," Xiang Yang quickly replied, cupping his hands in greeting.
As Xiao Jingzhao walked, he took off his black cloak.
"Master, um..." Xiang Yang was about to tell his master to slow down when everything went black and a cloak fell from the sky.
By the time he took off his cloak, Xiao Jingzhao's figure had already disappeared at the end of the corridor.
"No need to follow us, let's go back to the courtyard and prepare hot water for our master."
Seeing Xiang Yang standing there looking completely bewildered, Xiang Song left a message and headed towards Qinghui Courtyard.
"Hey! You still haven't told me what happened outside the city today? Why did Master leave in such a hurry?"
Xiang Yang carefully held the cloak in his arms and hurried to catch up with Xiang Song.
"It's all about the refugees. The emperor is incompetent and foolish, and a large number of refugees are flocking to Yannan. There are no fewer than 50,000 outside Laiyang City alone."
"What are we going to do with so many refugees?"
Speaking of this, both Xiangyang and Xiangsong were worried for their master.
The refugees were new to the area, and the newly cultivated land would not yield a harvest for another six months. During these six months, the Prince's Palace would provide money to buy grain to help them get through the difficult time.
To inspect the resettlement of displaced people by officials in various places, the Prince of Yannan has not returned to his palace for half a month.
Inside Xiuzhu Pavilion, Xiao Kang had already taken a bowl of herbal medicine. The room was no longer filled with the fragrance of flowers. He coughed occasionally, but his condition had improved significantly compared to when he woke up in the morning and his lungs ached.
Xiao Jingzhao rushed to Xiuzhu Pavilion like a gust of wind, but slowed down when he reached the door, as if afraid of walking too fast and bringing the wind from outside inside.
"Brother, how are you feeling?"
"Cough cough... Second brother, don't worry, the medicine the doctor prescribed is working, my cough isn't so bad anymore." Xiao Kang saw Xiao Jingzhao walk into the room, and he tried to sit up from his half-lying position.
Seeing this, Xiao Guizi stepped forward to help him up and placed a pillow behind his master.
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