Hu Ying was concerned about something else. "We still have to write down how the medicinal ingredients are processed in the book?"
"Of course," Pan Yun said. "Since we're giving the prescriptions, we naturally have to explain the processing methods. For a single herb, its raw and prepared forms can have completely opposite effects. If we don't make it clear, wouldn't we be endangering lives?"
Everyone deeply agreed.
Prince Zhou found himself in a difficult position. "Then the scope of this undertaking is far too great. Prince Zhou's Mansion alone probably can't write it."
His face reddened slightly, but he still said softly, "Prince Zhou's Mansion is no longer what it once was. There aren't many doctors left in the household."
This was not the current Prince Zhou's fault, but the previous Prince Zhou's.
Although the previous Prince Zhou had continued running the medical bureau left behind by his father, he had been even more engrossed in opera. Thus, many of the physicians who had gathered during the former prince's time had dispersed.
By the time Prince Zhou inherited his position and took over, the mansion's medicinal herb business had shrunk, and more than half its doctors had left. Only in recent years, because Prince Zhou wished to follow his grandfather's devotion to medicine, had medical talent begun to gather around him again.
Miao He immediately raised her hand and said excitedly, "Me, me, me! I'll help you."
Tao Yanbai was excited as well, his eyes glittering brightly, but he did not move.
Miao He glanced at him, grabbed his hand, and raised it. "And my Senior Brother!"
Hu Yuanjie looked at the two of them, then at Prince Zhou. Suddenly, he clapped his hands and laughed. "Excellent idea! There is one thing Daoist physicians are far better at than