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

"No problem at all. This prescription is specifically for your hidden injuries and bladder problems, Mr. Wu, and it can also relieve fatigue."

Most importantly, the prescription was perfect, with absolutely no side effects.

"I can't believe this was done by a young man, Mr. Wu. This child's medical skills are probably even better than mine! I wonder where he is now?" Mr. Shui Jing's voice trembled with excitement.

When Mr. Wu heard Shui Jing's evaluation of He Yudong, he was quite puzzled. Shui Jing's status in the field of traditional Chinese medicine was that of a universally recognized giant. How could he not be shocked that he said He Yudong's medical skills were better than his own?

"Mr. Shui Jing, are you telling the truth?"

"Absolutely true!" Shui Jing exclaimed. "The country urgently needs such talent! I really want to meet this young man. With such profound medical skills, his teacher must have been extraordinary."

"Haha, you're the first person Mr. Shui Jing has ever praised so highly!" Mr. Wu recalled with a smile. "I only met that young man once, but I could sense that he was unfathomable. We talked about international affairs, China's development, and even military matters on the train. He spoke eloquently about everything."

"Mr. Wu, that young man's name was He Yudong, right?" Mr. Wu turned to ask his bodyguard, Xiao Li.

"Yes, sir." Xiao Li quickly reported, "He is a military doctor in the Independent Regiment of the 87th Army in Northwest China. He has been awarded a collective first-class merit once and an individual second-class merit three times on the Northwest battlefield. He joined the army at the age of sixteen and experienced countless life-and-death situations in four years. He is a model soldier."

Mr. Wu is usually so busy that he can't even guarantee three hours of sleep, yet he pays special attention to a young man, which shows how special He Yudong is. These past few days, his health has improved, and he has been thinking about this young man from time to time. Unexpectedly, Shui Jing said that He Yudong's medical skills might be even higher than his own, which makes him take it seriously.

In the hospital, Yang Weimin was covered in scratches, his face was covered in blood, and he was trembling like a leaf. The dozen or so thugs who had come with him had the exact same symptoms.

"Doctor, what's wrong with me? Why isn't the medicine you prescribed working at all? I'm still terribly itchy. Is the diagnosis wrong?" Yang Weimin asked with a mournful face.

It's been a whole day, and the itching is like a tidal wave, starting mildly, then flaring up, then getting a little better before getting worse again. This constant torment is driving him crazy, and he can't even sleep.

"I've been a dermatologist for over ten years, how could I misdiagnose it?" the head doctor said impatiently. "It's just a common allergy! I've prescribed the medicine and applied the ointment, it'll be fine tomorrow."

"But I took the medicine and applied the ointment, and it didn't work!" Yang Weimin said anxiously.

"That's right! Doctor, you must have made a mistake!" a thug chimed in.

"Hmph, if you think I made a mistake, go to another hospital. Don't cause trouble here!" the director said angrily.

"What a quack! A complete fraud!" the thug cursed. "Brother Yang, let's go to another hospital!"

Yang Weimin was also angry. The medicine hadn't worked and they were still so arrogant. He couldn't stand it.

As soon as they left the hospital, a thug scratched his backside and muttered, "Brother Yang, did we really catch a contagious disease? Remember what that kid said this morning?"

Yang Weimin suddenly remembered that after He Yudong beat them up, he did say, "You've caught a contagious disease." At the time, he thought it was just a scare tactic, but he had been perfectly healthy before, and now he was suddenly like this... It must be He Yudong's doing!

"It must have been that kid who drugged me! He's a doctor, it must have been him!" Yang Weimin gritted his teeth. "Let's go find him!"

"No, Brother Yang!" the thug panicked. "That kid's kung fu is so good, even with so many of us, we can't beat him!"

"What should we do? Are we going to die from the itch?" Yang Weimin was so anxious that he kept stamping his feet.

"How about...bow down and beg him?" the thug tentatively suggested. "Get your illness treated first, then take revenge. A real man can bend and stretch!"

Yang Weimin had initially maintained his composure; after all, He Yudong had stolen his woman, how could he back down? But the itch all over him surged up again, and he couldn't bear it any longer: "Fine! I'll back down for now! I'll settle the score with him after I'm healed!"

"Quick! To the factory clinic!" Yang Weimin cried, clutching his arm. "I can't take it anymore!"

As soon as He Yudong finished speaking, he immediately led more than a dozen thugs toward the gate of the steel rolling mill.

Upon seeing this commotion, the gatekeeper, Old Zhang, quickly reached out to stop them: "What are you doing here? This is a steel rolling mill; unauthorized personnel are not allowed in!"

"Uncle Zhang, it's me, Yang Weimin! We've come to ask He Yudong for help—no, we're here to see a doctor! Look at us, we're so itchy, please let us in," Yang Weimin said with a pained expression.

Although he worked at the steel mill, his gang of underlings were all local thugs.

"No way!" Old Zhang said sternly. "You can come in because you work at the factory, but they can't. This is a state-owned enterprise. Can you afford to take responsibility if anything goes wrong?"

"Sir, we really came here for medical treatment, but we can't take it anymore." The leader of the thugs quickly tried to smooth things over. "If you ask two security guards to keep an eye on us, we promise we won't cause any trouble."

"Yes, sir, please have mercy!" the others echoed.

Grandpa Zhang pondered for a moment: "Alright, then everyone register their names. Yang Weimin, you sign a guarantee that if you cause trouble, I'll come after you."

"Okay, thank you, sir!" Yang Weimin was itching so badly that he quickly signed the liability waiver and had his underlings register one by one before being let in.

Inside the clinic, He Yudong and Ding Qiunan were treating patients, while a line formed outside. Suddenly, a dozen or so people covered in scratches rushed in.

"Who are you? Go to the back of the line and cut in line!" a worker complained.

He Yudong glanced at Yang Weimin and his group, each of them with their skin torn and bleeding. He sneered inwardly, thinking that these were people who had come seeking medical treatment, and that would bring him another wave of merit points.

"You guys, go to the back and line up," he shouted.

"Dr. He, Director He, we have offended you today. Please be magnanimous and treat us. The itching is unbearable!" Yang Weimin said with a mournful face.

"I'll say it again, line up." He Yudong's tone was even colder.

Yang Weimin wanted to say something, but the leader of the thugs quickly grabbed him: "Brother Yang, let's get in line, there aren't many left anyway." Yang Weimin gritted his teeth, but could only reluctantly join the line.

He Yudong knew what was going on. Judging from Yang Weimin's venomous eyes, he knew the guy would seek revenge later. He wasn't in a hurry. He deliberately dragged out the time to ten minutes, whereas he could normally see a patient in a minute. By the time he finished seeing the workers in line, more than an hour had passed.

During this time, Yang Weimin and his gang scratched themselves frantically, their pain and resentment impossible to hide.

It was finally Yang Weimin's turn.

"Dr. He, please forgive me, I was wrong, okay?" he said, feigning pitifulness.

"Oh, you think I'll let you off the hook? I didn't do anything to you at all, did I? Are you trying to scam me?" He Yudong sneered, refusing to admit that he was the culprit behind their itching.

"Yes, yes, it's my fault! You're a great doctor, please take a look at me, what's wrong with me? I'm so itchy, and the hospital didn't help." Yang Weimin quickly changed his tune, inwardly cursing He Yudong's ancestors.

Ding Qiunan wondered, were these people covered in scratches and constantly scratching themselves really related to He Yudong?

"Oh well, doctors have the heart of a parent." He Yudong sighed deliberately. "I am a noble, pure, and good doctor who is above vulgar interests. I can't bear to see patients suffer."

"Pfft," Ding Qiunan chuckled.

"Dr. He, you are such a kind person, please take a look at me!" Yang Weimin was hit by another wave of itching, and his voice trembled.

"Your allergy symptoms are unusual and can't be treated at the hospital, but I can," He Yudong said earnestly. "However, the medicine is expensive. Ginseng, fritillaria, platycodon, snow lotus from Tianshan, and top-grade snow lingzhi are all needed. You'll have to pay for it."

The thugs were stunned when they heard about the expensive medicinal herbs. The leader quickly said, "Dr. He, we'll pay, we definitely will!"

"Sigh, seeing how hard you've worked, I'll charge you fifty for each pill." He Yudong put on a kind and generous appearance.

"Fifty?! You might as well rob someone! Set as homepage to get the latest updates of works such as 'Siheyuan: My Max-Level Medical Skills Treat Beasts' every day." A thug immediately exploded. These days, fifty yuan was two months' wages for an ordinary worker.

He Yudong sneered: "Fine, if you don't want to buy, then go back. Next time, buy a hundred."

"No, no, no, I'll give you fifty, please treat me first!" Yang Weimin quickly pulled out five "big unity" bills and handed them over. He had some money at home, and fifty yuan was painful for him, but the itching was unbearable.

He Yudong accepted the money, smiling meaningfully: "This young man is teachable."

He poured a pill out of the porcelain bottle: "This miraculous medicine usually costs more than a hundred, you're lucky today."

Yang Weimin snatched the pills and swallowed them without a second thought, his heart bleeding. Fifty yuan! He had only been working for a short time, earning a monthly salary of thirty yuan; fifty yuan was almost two months' wages. Although his family wasn't poor, this was still a significant sum for him.

However, after taking the pill, the excruciating itching quickly subsided.

"It's okay, it doesn't itch anymore!" Yang Weimin was both surprised and delighted. Although his arm was still covered in bloody scratches, he was thankful that it didn't itch anymore.

"Dr. He, I'll have one too!" The leader of the thugs immediately pulled out his money.

He Yudong poured out another pill and said calmly, "There aren't many pills available. The ingredients are precious, so it's first come, first served. Cash on delivery."

"I'll have one too!" "Give me one too!" The thugs all pulled out their money, even the one who had complained about the price earlier obediently paid. He Yudong secretly gloated: I was careless, I should have charged a hundred!

Soon, including Yang Weimin, the sixteen people each paid fifty yuan for the medicine, and the itching stopped immediately after taking it. He Yudong made eight hundred yuan in just a few minutes, leaving Ding Qiunan, who was standing to the side, stunned. His excellent medical skills could indeed be converted into cash.

"Alright, I've bought the medicine. If you have nothing else to do, get lost." He Yudong shooed him away like a fly.

Although Yang Weimin's itching had subsided, he dared not utter any harsh words in front of He Yudong, for fear that the doctor might cause him some other problems. However, he would remember this grudge and take revenge later. He would also have Yu Haitang; if he couldn't have her heart, he would at least have her.

After everyone left, only Ding Qiunan and He Yudong remained in the infirmary.

"Qiu Nan, it's almost time to get off work. You've earned so much today, let me treat you to dinner," He Yudong said with a smile.

"Brother He, didn't we agree that you'd come to my dorm tonight and teach me how to cook fish?"

"It's okay, we'll cook the fish tomorrow. Let's go out for hot pot today."

"Well... okay." Ding Qiunan felt a sweet warmth in her heart. It felt so good to be able to go out alone with He Yudong and sit on the back of his bicycle.

[Ding! One petty thug has been swindled. 5 merit points awarded.]

[Ding! One petty thug has been swindled. 5 merit points awarded.]

"Damn, this even has merit points?" He Yudong chuckled. He beat them up to make a quick buck, then used the itching powder to make another, and now he's making a quick buck selling the medicine. These thugs are like韭菜 (leeks) harvested three times over. Actually, the pills were just made from ordinary herbs. The cost to the pharmacy was five cents, but he sold them for fifty. He was practically making money hand over fist.

The merit points quickly increased by another hundred or so, eighty of which came from Yang Weimin and his gang, and another twenty from Cui Dake. That guy is wicked to the core; a little discipline and he contributes a lot of merit points. Now I have 520 merit points, and I estimate I can do another ten-pull in a few days. Just thinking about it makes me excited.

After get off work, He Yudong rode his electric bicycle with Ding Qiunan on the back. Before they even left the factory, Ding Qiunan's face was already flushed; once outside, she grew bolder and hugged He Yudong's waist. Occasionally, when he braked, He Yudong felt his back bump against a balloon—a pleasant sensation—so he deliberately accelerated and then braked sharply several times. Ding Qiunan didn't know if he was doing it intentionally or unintentionally, but far from resisting, she actually quite enjoyed it.

"We've arrived." The car stopped in front of a hot pot restaurant in Wangfujing. As soon as He Yudong got out of the car, he saw Xu Damao come out of the restaurant, picking his teeth with a toothpick in his hand, accompanied by a girl who looked to be under twenty years old and wearing a floral cotton-padded jacket. She was Qin Jingru, Qin Huairu's cousin, and the two were behaving intimately.

Xu Damao also saw He Yudong and Ding Qiunan. When he met He Yudong's gaze, he immediately felt a little guilty.

"Hey, isn't this Xu Damao? What a coincidence, are you having an affair?" He Yudong smiled meaningfully.

Upon hearing He Yudong's words, Xu Damao immediately flew into a rage, poking He Yudong's nose with his finger and yelling, "He Yudong, stop spouting nonsense! If you keep talking nonsense, I'll make you pay!"

Qin Jingru, who had been hiding behind Xu Damao, lowered her head even further upon hearing the words "cheating," not daring to look at He Yudong at all. Although she was naive, she still knew shame. She knew very well that Xu Damao had a wife, and although he said he wanted to divorce Lou Xiao'e, they weren't divorced yet!

"Fine, I can't be bothered with your nonsense." He Yudong rolled his eyes, grabbed Ding Qiunan's arm, and walked away. "Qiunan, let's go eat mutton."

"Mm." Ding Qiunan nodded with a blush on her face and followed He Yudong into the mutton shop.

Xu Damao stared at Ding Qiunan's retreating figure, his teeth itching with jealousy. Then he glanced at the village girl beside him; it was a classic case of "no comparison, no harm." In terms of temperament, looks, and figure, Qin Jingru was far inferior to Ding Qiunan. But then he thought, wasn't He Yudong quite close to Yu Haitang? He could use that as leverage, accusing him of having illicit relationships—that would surely ruin him!

"Brother Da Mao, He Yudong saw us, what should we do?" Qin Jingru tugged at Xu Da Mao's clothes, her voice filled with panic.

"Don't worry, Jingru," Xu Damao reassured her, patting his chest. "We're just out having dinner with friends. What can He Yudong do to us? In a few days, Lou Xiao'e and I will get a divorce, and then we can be together openly."

He hasn't won Qin Jingru over yet, so he can only coax her for now. Once he gets this silly girl and has a son with her, it'll be better than marrying Lou Xiao'e.

In the mutton restaurant, He Yudong and Ding Qiunan found a seat by the window.

"Brother He, those two people just now... really weren't..." Ding Qiunan stammered, her face turning bright red. She simply couldn't bring herself to say the words "cheating."

"He's just messing around with women," He Yudong laughed, exposing Xu Damao's behavior. "Xu Damao has such a good wife, why doesn't he cherish her and instead goes out to philander?"

"Xu Damao is so mean!" Ding Qiunan wrinkled her nose.

"That's right." He Yudong lowered his voice, "This guy is infertile himself, so he thought that since his wife couldn't have children, he wanted to divorce her and marry someone else who could have children for him."

"What you said that day was true?" Ding Qiunan's eyes widened as she recalled He Yudong's misdiagnosis of Xu Damao.

"Of course it's true?" He Yudong raised an eyebrow. "When have I ever lied to you?"

"Then... Brother He, after you get married, will you still be with other girls...?" Ding Qiunan's voice was barely audible, and she quickly covered her mouth after speaking.

"Huh?" He Yudong didn't hear clearly.

"No, it's nothing!" Ding Qiunan waved her hand, blushing. "I know you're a good person, Brother He."

"Oh, so you're giving me the 'friend zone' card already?" He Yudong chuckled. "Actually, I can be pretty bad sometimes."

Ding Qiunan looked up and met his gaze, her pretty face flushing bright red. Just then, the waiter brought in the mutton, and she quickly took the plate to change the subject: "Quick, quick, try this mutton! I heard this place makes it especially authentic!"

The two ate and chatted until seven o'clock before heading to Ding Qiunan's dormitory.

"Brother He, come in and sit for a while?" Once they arrived at the dormitory, Ding Qiunan was reluctant to let He Yudong leave, so she tugged at his sleeve and shook it.

He Yudong nodded and went inside. This wasn't his first time here; he always came to eat and then left. The room wasn't big, just a small kitchen crammed into a space of about ten square meters, but it was quite clean and had a faint, youthful fragrance. There was nowhere to sit, so he could only sit next to the bed.

Ding Qiunan took out her own cup, poured a glass of warm water and handed it to him, then sat down next to He Yudong. He Yudong took a sip of water, put the cup on the table, and glanced at the medical notes he had borrowed from her, which were densely filled with important notes and had a crumpled piece of paper tucked inside.

He reached out and pulled it out; the moment his fingertips touched the note, Ding Qiunan's face flushed red to the roots of her ears.

I highly recommend "The Courtyard House: My Max-Level Medical Skills Cure Beasts"! Go straight to the exciting parts.