Zhong Peifeng's tears immediately started flowing.
He knelt and kowtowed to the principal, repeating, "Thank you, Principal. Thank you, Principal."
"Silly child. Please stand. Since you are a student of Qingyang Academy, as principal, how could I possibly just sit and watch you suffer? If you truly wish to thank me, then study hard and become an advanced scholar. That way, you can make us proud."
"I will definitely work hard."
...
After Zhong Peifeng left the principal's office, he returned to his dormitory to pack his things.
After his classmates learned about this, they all came to help him.
Without asking him, they squeezed out some money from their own slim wallets, pooled their money together, and gave it to Zhong Peifeng.
"This is a small token from us. Take it and get well soon. When you recover, we will meet again in Imperial City."
Zhong Peifeng did not want to accept their money, but they forced it into his hands.