Courtyard House: My max-level medical skills specialize in treating beasts.

He Yudong had just retired from the military and was a military doctor.

I joined the army at sixteen, and four years have passed.

I've witnessed too much life and death in these four years. My comrades-in-arms have fallen one by one. Recalling those scenes feels like my heart is being cut by a dull knife.

Last year, the border was not peaceful, and he went to the front line with a 30-man reconnaissance squad to deal with mercenaries hired by the enemy.

The mission was accomplished brilliantly; the enemy was completely annihilated, and their supply lines were cut off.

In fact, He Yudong is not from this world.

He comes from another parallel world and was originally a top student at a Traditional Chinese Medicine college.

When he was ten years old, he traveled through time and his soul merged with that of a local boy also named He Yudong.

This child was intelligent from a young age and was later taken in as a last disciple by an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor.

In just six years, his medical skills surpassed those of his master.

The old Chinese medicine doctor's surname is Li, and he claims to be a descendant of Li Shizhen, the great physician of the Ming Dynasty, but the truth of this claim cannot be verified.

After his master left, he was exactly sixteen years old. He answered the call to join the army and has only just returned now.

He has two relatives in this world: his older brother, He Yuzhu, who is seven years older and works as the head chef at the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill near Zhengyangmen in Beijing; and his younger sister, He Yushui, who is two years younger and is graduating from high school this year. The three siblings live in a courtyard house, with three rooms reserved in the house.

At that moment, he realized that he had transmigrated into the world of "Full House of Love" that he had seen in his previous life, but before the story began, he went to join the army.

Before leaving, he told his older brother: Don't get too involved with the widow next door, or you won't be able to find a wife.

I wonder if that silly brother has gotten married yet.

If things continue according to the old plot, He Yudong will definitely have to intervene. In his previous life, when he watched the show, he almost smashed his computer.

In the story, He Yuzhu was ruined by that widow for the rest of his life.

Every time he went on a blind date, Qin Huairu would come to make her presence known, either tidying up Sha Zhu's room or doing his laundry. When a girl saw this, how could she dare to date He Yuzhu?

Blind dates kept falling through.

If Lou Xiao'e hadn't given birth to a son for He Yuzhu later, he might have truly become childless.

That widow caused someone to be childless and even let her children take over the house; she was selfish and vicious to the core.

But she's a master at feigning helplessness; tears come so easily, and her acting is more realistic than any Hollywood actor or actress.

Given He Yudong's limited perspective, he wouldn't normally bother with such a person, but he couldn't ignore his own brother. He absolutely couldn't let his brother die without descendants, and he certainly couldn't just stand by and watch him get involved with a widow.

The train moved forward, and the scenery outside the window slowly receded.

The scenery in the 1960s was not exactly bustling, but many scenes will be hard to find even decades later.

Just then, hurried footsteps sounded in the carriage, and a train staff member and a man in military uniform rushed over: "Excuse me, is there a doctor? A passenger has collapsed and urgently needs medical attention!"

Upon hearing this, He Yudong immediately raised his hand: "I'm a doctor."

Seeing that he was wearing a military uniform, the other party did not ask any questions and immediately gestured for him to follow.

As a former military doctor, my first reaction to this situation was that saving lives was the priority.

"Comrade, which unit are you from?" the soldier asked.

These days, military uniforms don't have ranks; you can tell them by the pockets. He Yudong was still wearing his old uniform even after retiring from the military, so the other party wasn't sure if he had actually retired.

"He's already retired from the military, let's see the patient first." He Yudong didn't waste any words.

The soldier didn't ask any more questions, but judging from his demeanor, he really seemed like someone who had served in the military, so he sternly instructed him: "Don't say anything inappropriate when you see a patient."

He Yudong was a little annoyed, but saving lives was the priority, so he didn't dwell on it.

Led by the other party, he arrived at a special carriage.

As soon as the door opened, a soldier complained, "Why is the doctor taking so long?"

"They're here."

He Yudong glanced around and saw several soldiers and a few men in Zhongshan suits sitting in the private room. All of them had solemn expressions, indicating that the person who had fallen ill was no ordinary person.

He strode towards the unconscious old man, took his pulse, and examined the whites of his eyes.

The person next to him looked anxious: "Doctor, how is she?"

He Yudong glanced at everyone with annoyance: "The old man is overworked, and his hidden ailments have been brought to the surface. In my opinion, he's probably been resting for less than three hours a day lately."

Mr. Wu is a well-known workaholic who wishes he could stretch one day into three.

Seeing that he could diagnose the problem simply by taking the pulse, everyone's doubts vanished, and they hurriedly asked, "So, how is the situation now?"

"There's no immediate danger. I'll give Old Wu acupuncture to ease the tension." He took out silver needles and an alcohol lamp from his medicine box and lit them to sterilize them.

With the help of soldiers, the old man was given acupuncture, and within a few minutes, he slowly woke up.

A look of joy instantly appeared on everyone's faces. If something happened to Old Wu in the car, no one could bear the responsibility.

This young man is so young, yet his medical skills are so superb.

When Mr. Wu woke up, he felt refreshed, as if he had slept the best sleep he had in over ten years.

In fact, He Yudong was just putting him into a deep sleep, and those few minutes were equivalent to seven or eight hours.

After learning what had happened from his subordinates, Old Wu glanced at He Yudong a few more times and asked, "Young man, which unit are you from?"

"Reporting to the commander, I am He Yudong, a military doctor from the 1st Battalion of the Independent Regiment of the 87th Army in Northwest China. I just retired this year." He Yudong stood up and saluted.

"The 1st Battalion of the Independent Regiment of the 87th Army? From the Northwest battlefield?" Old Wu immediately remembered this unit.

"Yes, sir."

"Not bad, you've been to the battlefield at such a young age. The country needs talents like you." Old Wu patted him on the shoulder.

"You flatter me, sir." He Yudong remained composed. "I just examined you; you've been staying up too late, and there are signs of bladder problems. Do you have any hot water?"

"Yes, yes!" The staff member hurriedly handed over a thermos.

He Yudong carefully took out a wooden box from the medicine box, opened the lid, and a crystal-clear snow lotus, just like a lotus flower, came into everyone's view.

He took the enamel cup, plucked a petal and put it in, poured in boiling water, let it steep for a while, and then handed it to Old Wu, saying, "Old Wu, drink this water. It will help clear your meridians and relieve fatigue. I'll prescribe a medicine for you later, and you can get the medicine according to the prescription."

"I need to get at least six hours of sleep every day during this period, otherwise my health will really collapse." He paused, then said, "Health is the foundation of everything. If you lose your health, how can you accomplish great things?" As he spoke, he opened his notebook, wrote down the prescription, and handed it to the guard along with instructions on how to prepare and take the medicine.

The middle-aged man in the Zhongshan suit next to him nodded in agreement: "Young man, you're right. Mr. Wu, you must take care of yourself."

He was a high-ranking official who accompanied Elder Wu on this inspection tour to the Northwest. The accompanying doctor was not present, which almost caused a malfunction, but fortunately, He Yudong was there to help.

After drinking the water, Old Wu's originally pale face gradually regained its color.

The people in the carriage were secretly amazed; this young man's medical skills were truly remarkable.

Just then, a series of mechanical voices rang in He Yudong's mind:

[Ding, Merit System activated, binding in progress... 1%... 2%... 20%... 100%, binding successful.]

[Successfully rescued an important person; reward: 1000 merit points.]

[System Shop Now Open.]

[Lottery feature enabled.]

Import host information.

Name: He Yudong

Bloodline: Pure Yanhuang bloodline

Age: 20

Physical fitness: 13 (average 10 for the average person)

Mental state: 15 (average 10 for normal people)

Skills: Advanced Traditional Chinese Medicine, Intermediate Western Medicine, Advanced Military Skills (including combat, marksmanship, reconnaissance, etc.)

Merit Points: 1000

He Yudong was stunned at first, then his eyes flashed with joy. The system that was a standard feature for transmigrators, which was many years overdue, had finally arrived!

A flood of information rushed into his mind, and he immediately understood the system's functions: it allowed for telepathic communication, lottery draws, and shopping malls with a wide variety of items, including cultivation techniques.

Just by looking at the "Cultivation Techniques", even the cheapest Everlasting Spring Technique costs one million merit points.

One draw costs 100 points, and a 10-draw costs 900 points (10% discount). I just got 1000 points right now, enough for one 10-draw and one single draw.

But considering he was on a train surrounded by important people, he suppressed his excitement and decided to study it further when he got home, lest he draw something unusual and be noticed. This was a life-saving "cheat" that he absolutely could not expose, or he might really be captured and dissected.

Fearing that Mr. Wu might relapse, He Yudong was left to take care of him.

The carriage was quiet, with only the sound of the train running. He casually picked up a medical book and began to read.

After resting, Wu took the initiative to chat with him. The more they talked, the more surprised he became. He Yudong was not only highly skilled in medicine and had a precise and accurate analysis of the international situation, but he was also very knowledgeable.

What's even more remarkable is that he joined the army at the age of 16, but to avoid being reminded of the painful memories of his fallen comrades, he gave up staying in the army and returned to his hometown after his discharge.

The guards and officials were secretly amazed to see that Old Wu was chatting so well with this young man. They admired his eloquence and insight, recognizing him as a rare talent.

Old Wu made no secret of his admiration for him, and they immediately thought: This young man has a bright future, we should befriend him.

Around 4 PM, the train arrived at Beijing Station.

He Yudong bid farewell to Mr. Wu and his party.

Old Wu watched his retreating figure without saying much, but given his status, investigating He Yudong's background would be a simple matter of a single sentence.

He admired the young man. Other young people would inevitably be nervous or even try to curry favor with him in front of such an important figure, but He Yudong remained calm and composed, neither arrogant nor humble. This demeanor was destined to be extraordinary.

Stepping out of the station, He Yudong found that the street scene hadn't changed much in the past four years.

He carried a bag and a medicine box on his back, and walked home along the route he remembered.

Just after turning a corner, a commotion arose ahead:

"What do you want? Get out of the way!"

"Hey little sister, you're so pretty! Come play with us brothers, okay? We love girls from the compound, they're so young and fresh!"

"You... scoundrel! Bastard!"

"Hehe, you guessed it, my name is Little Rascal! You two aren't leaving today, don't resist, or the knife won't have eyes!"

He Yudong immediately understood: this was blatant harassment in broad daylight, and they even brandished a knife.

Looking in the direction of the sound, six thugs were surrounding two girls. The one in the lead was wearing a military officer's wool coat, and the gleaming dagger in his hand was particularly eye-catching.

He was furious. He had just returned to the capital and ran into this kind of thing?

He immediately shouted, "Stop! Are you trying to be a hooligan in broad daylight?" His voice startled the thugs, who all stared at him.

The two girls took the opportunity to run towards He Yudong. The thugs saw this and were about to give chase, but He Yudong stepped forward and shielded the girls behind him.

"Hey kid, who are you? You dare to meddle in other people's business? Don't you want to live?" a thug shouted angrily.

"Get out." He Yudong's voice was as cold as ice.

"Damn it, do you know who my older brother is? My older brother is that little bastard! You're asking for death!" Before he finished speaking, the man charged forward with his knife.

The other thugs didn't make a move, thinking that this weak-looking kid was nothing to be afraid of.

"Bang! Ouch!" The thug who charged forward first was punched in the stomach and twisted in pain as he knelt on the ground.

"With such a cowardly appearance, you still dare to act like a hooligan? You're disgracing hooligans. Get lost!" He Yudong cursed angrily and kicked him in the face, knocking him unconscious.

"Damn it, brothers, let's all go and kill him!" The leader brandished his dagger and shouted, and the four men drew their knives and rushed forward.

The two girls turned pale with fright. The other man had a knife, and he was all alone in a remote area, making it difficult to call the police.

He Yudong threw the medical kit and backpack on the ground and rushed towards the group.

"Crack!" A crisp sound was accompanied by a scream as he kicked the leader's calf, breaking it. He then delivered a powerful punch to the man's face, sending him flying.

Then, dodging the blades with agility, he used both fists and feet, and in less than a minute, all six thugs were on the ground, some unconscious, others writhing in agony.