Age: My Small World

Master Yan was originally a traveling doctor, and he didn't live in a big house in Guilan Lane, but in a small courtyard house.

It is said that this is where Lord Yan first came to Guilan Lane and stayed there for decades.

There were two men guarding the entrance to the courtyard. When they saw the two approaching, they reached out to stop them.

"This is a guest invited by Master Yan, don't block his way." Wang Hu stepped forward to clear a path, but was still glared at by the man.

Just then, a voice came from behind the door: "Let Xiaohu and the others in."

The voice was rather old, but also gentle, like that of a kind old man, quite different from the domineering old man Yang Jun had imagined.

Upon hearing this, the two men stepped aside and opened the courtyard gate.

Yang Jun saw the interior clearly; it was no different from an ordinary courtyard house. In the courtyard, there were many medicinal herbs arranged in winnowing baskets, as if they had just been taken out to dry, since the sun had just come out.

In the center of the courtyard, an old man looked at the two of them, or more precisely, at Yang Jun.

"Lord Yama?"

Yang Jun didn't stand on ceremony and strode past Wang Hu to the old man.

"Xiao Hu, you don't need to come in. Just wait at the door."

Wang Hu stopped what he was about to do and stood at the door with the two men.

"Alas, this time it was the old man who was dishonest, using people to find out Mr. Yang's address. Please forgive me."

To Yang Jun's surprise, the old man immediately bowed and apologized to him, appearing quite sincere.

He couldn't vent his pent-up anger, and could only ask with a dark face, "Master Yan, could you explain in more detail? Otherwise, I don't know how to forgive this crime."

Master Yan gestured, "Please come inside, Mr. Yang. You will soon understand the reason."

Yang Jun did not hesitate and went straight in.

The room in the middle is the living room, with two rows of chairs and a square table.

He didn't stand on ceremony and sat down in the chair on the left side of the square table.

In ancient times, the left was considered superior, and that principle still holds true today. Yang Jun acted this way because of his anger.

Lord Yan was naturally aware of this, so he wasn't surprised.

He then said, "My surname is Li, and my given name is Yan. I am truly ashamed that a group of people have called me Master Yan."

"Old man, there's no need for further words. Just tell me why you came to me."

Yang Jun has now figured out a bit of the trick.

Master Yan nodded: "It's because of a patient."

"Actually, I knew about Mr. Yang because of Master Yu, who introduced Mr. Yang to me."

"Hmm? Yu Chengdong?"

Yang Jun naturally remembered Yu Chengdong. He was one of the people who went to cause trouble for Du Quan back then, but was defeated by him. They became friends after the fight, and that's how Yang Jun learned that Yu Chengdong was a disciple of Master Tan Fengtong.

Yu Chengdong doesn't seem like the type of person who would betray others.

Master Yan continued, "It's just that my patient's condition is really serious, and I have no way to save him. I had no choice but to try anything, so I found Mr. Yang."

“Yu Chengdong has no idea that I also know medicine,” Yang Jun said bluntly.

Li Yan choked for a moment, then said frankly, "After learning about Mr. Yang, I had someone investigate further, and only then did I find out that Mr. Yang was a disciple of Master Hu, and that he had even surpassed his master."

So they've investigated his entire past, even traced it back to Master Hu. "Alright, enough with the nonsense, what exactly do you want?"

Yang Jun waved his hand, too lazy to listen to the old man talk about his investigation anymore.

Since they've already tracked down to Master Hu, it means that this guy knows almost all of his public information.

With such a keen eye, it's not hard to discover that he does indeed possess remarkable medical skills.

Yang Jun had accompanied Master Hu to treat people for quite some time. During that time, in addition to demonstrating the techniques he learned from Master Hu, he also used spiritual water to save people, so naturally, he achieved an almost 100% cure rate.

Once upon a time, he was also known as a minor miracle doctor in the impoverished east.

"Please, Mr. Yang, help save someone."

Li Yan rose again and bowed deeply.

Yang Jun narrowed his eyes.

If Li Yan still treats him this way, given his status and position, he could be seen by any expert in the capital, so why does he have to be the only one to see him?
It wasn't until he saw the patient that Yang Jun seemed to realize something.

In a room of a courtyard house, an elderly man, around eighty or ninety years old, lay on a kang (a heated brick bed), oblivious to the passage of time. His thin face looked as if all the flesh and blood had been hollowed out, leaving only a layer of withered skin covering the bones, which looked rather frightening.

Li Yan sighed, "This is my master, Cui Youjun."

Yang Jun raised an eyebrow slightly; he seemed to have heard of this name before.

After thinking about it carefully, I remembered that it was Uncle Hu who told him.

Cui Youjun was a master of Mantis Boxing, who became famous much earlier than Hu Baye. He made significant contributions to Mantis Boxing and was a master who brought the art to its fullest. Even one of his Mantis Boxing manuals was officially treasured, which shows its high value.

Yang Jun never expected that Li Yan's master would be this big shot.

Looking at this emaciated old man today, no one would guess that he was once a renowned master of Mantis Boxing.

No wonder Li Yan found him.

With just a scan using his perception, Yang Jun knew that Cui Youjun's physical condition was beyond the reach of ordinary experts. They could only prolong his life for a period of time, but to truly restore the old man to his former state, Yang Jun would probably have to do it himself.

Moreover, this old man was a martial arts master, and ordinary doctors would find it difficult to diagnose his specific condition. Only Yang Jun, who also studied martial arts, was able to fully understand his condition.

That's why Li Yan came after him.

“In the early hours of the morning, my master suddenly fell seriously ill, so I hurriedly asked someone to invite Mr. Yang over. Please forgive me for any offense I may have caused. If you can save my master, I am willing to accept any conditions Mr. Yang may offer afterward.”

Yang Jun looked at the old man, who was also a disciple. He was probably in his sixties or seventies, not much younger than Master Cui. After all, Cui Youjun was only in his seventies.

But he acknowledged this filial piety.

Even though his behavior was very bad, and even led Yang Jun to sentence him to death, his starting point was somewhat good.

"Alright, let me give it a try."

Yang Jun waved to Li Yan: "You go out first, I will treat Master Cui alone."

“Mr. Yang, I am also a doctor. May I stay and look after you? If you need anything, I can prepare it for you, which will make things more convenient for you.”

Li Yan's humble and submissive manner completely won over Yang Jun.

However, he still shook his head and refused: "I don't pass on my medical skills to outsiders. Please leave, old man."

This time his attitude was slightly better.

Helpless, Li Yan could only turn around and go outside to wait. (End of Chapter)