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

"Ah!" Ding Qiunan exclaimed as she noticed He Yudong staring at the note, lunged forward to snatch it, and clutched it behind her back, her face flushed. "You can't look at this!"

Seeing her shy expression, He Yudong couldn't help but chuckle: "What does it say on it?" As he reached out to grab it, Ding Qiunan quickly moved the note aside, but lost her balance and fell straight into He Yudong's arms.

A fragrant breeze carrying a soft warmth swept into her arms, and Ding Qiunan froze instantly, her heart pounding. Their eyes met, and time seemed to stand still. Like two magnets drawn together, their noses almost touched, their lips nearly pressed together…

"Knock knock knock!" The urgent knocking abruptly shattered the ambiguous atmosphere, and the two jumped back as if electrocuted. Ding Qiunan's pretty face flushed red, both angry and annoyed: Who could pick such a bad time? He Yudong also cursed his bad luck inwardly; the perfect atmosphere had been completely ruined.

"Knock, knock, knock!" The door opened again, and Yu Haitang's voice came from outside: "Qiu Nan, are you there?"

He Yudong recognized her immediately; this woman was definitely doing it on purpose! Ding Qiunan quickly got up, grabbed two books (one for He Yudong and the other for herself), and hurried to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, Yu Haitang peeked in and saw He Yudong "attentively" reading a book, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Haitang, what brings you here?" Ding Qiunan asked.

"Brother Yudong is here too?" Yu Haitang greeted with a smile, but her eyes were glancing into the house.

He Yudong rolled his eyes inwardly: If you didn't know I was here, would you have come all this way? Just like Qin Huairu who ruined Sha Zhu's blind date back then. But Qin Huairu is an old widow, while Yu Haitang is a virgin. He can't just openly lash out, after all, it's not wrong for the girl to like him.

"I was discussing medicine with Brother He," Ding Qiunan quickly explained. "Haitang, why aren't you home yet?"

"The factory manager treated the publicity department to dinner today. We just finished and I was passing by your house so I thought I'd drop by." Yu Haitang smiled sweetly, but she was actually burning with anxiety inside. She had just finished eating when she saw He Yudong drive Ding Qiunan back. The two of them went inside and didn't make a sound for a long time. Afraid that "the deed was done" and she would have no chance, she quickly knocked on the door.

"It's getting late, I'll head back now." He Yudong got up to leave.

"Brother He, I'm going the same way, can I ride back with you?" Yu Haitang immediately replied.

Ding Qiunan's face immediately darkened, but she couldn't refute it. He Yudong glanced at her aggrieved look, had no reason to refuse, and could only push the cart and follow.

On the bus, Yu Haitang was unusually proactive, wrapping her arms tightly around He Yudong's waist, which made Ding Qiunan stomp her feet in anger (her jealousy could be felt even through the bicycle basket). He Yudong was helpless; these days, relationships are the most troublesome thing. Even though he was a "cheat code man" with a system, he couldn't just openly do whatever he wanted.

Soon they arrived at Yu Haitang's building. She looked up and smiled, "Brother Yudong, why don't you come in and sit for a while? My parents have gone to the countryside, so I'm all alone." The implication in her words couldn't be more blatant.

He Yudong blinked and quickly coughed twice: "Ahem, I have something to do, I'll go back first."

"Alright then..." Disappointment flashed in Yu Haitang's eyes, but she suddenly called out to He Yudong, who was about to turn around, "Wait a minute!"

"What's wrong?" He Yudong turned around.

"Pop," Yu Haitang quickly kissed him on the cheek, and before he could react, she ran into the yard with a red face, leaving He Yudong standing there in a daze, touching his face.

The wind lifted the hem of his clothes. He looked in the direction where Yu Haitang had disappeared and smiled helplessly. This girl was even more anxious than Ding Qiunan.

He Yudong raised his hand and rubbed his cheek, which was still covered in saliva, and sighed helplessly. Being handsome is troublesome, let alone a man as "handsome to the extreme" as him.

He had just ridden away on his bicycle when a dark figure slowly emerged from the corner. Who else could it be but Yang Weimin? Having witnessed what had just happened, he gritted his teeth in hatred, almost grinding them to powder. He vowed fiercely: he would definitely kill He Yudong, make Yu Haitang his woman, and even avenge the itching on his body! Now that He Yudong was the head of the infirmary, he would start there!

Meanwhile, Yu Haitang returned home and immediately buried her face in a pillow. Her actions had taken all her courage. Afraid of rejection from He Yudong, she ran away before he could even speak, leaving him no chance to refuse. She mentally cheered herself on: "Yu Haitang, you can do it! For your sexual happiness, keep going!"

Yu Haitang's house was very close to He Yudong's clinic courtyard house, just two turns away. He Yudong hadn't been there for several days and wasn't in a hurry to go home, so he rode his bicycle towards the clinic. At the corner of the alley, several old men were gathered together, two of them playing chess, and next to one of the old men stood a child about the same age as Bang Geng.

He Yudong glanced at the old man playing chess and realized he looked familiar. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was Grandpa Guan from Zhengyang Gate! After transmigrating to this world, he had seen this old man when he was a child. In his memory, Grandpa Guan had even visited his master's clinic and was quite familiar with his deceased traditional Chinese medicine master.

He Yudong parked his car, and Grandpa Guan glanced at him sideways, finding him familiar. After making a move in the game, he turned to look at him again: "Are you the Little Miracle Doctor?"

"Uncle Guan, it's been years, but you're still in good health," He Yudong said with a smile.

"Hey, where have you been all these years? Ever since your master passed away, you've disappeared, and your clinic has closed down. We old folks have to travel all the way to the hospital to get medical treatment, and their medical skills aren't as good as yours; they can't cure many of our old ailments. Are you back to open a clinic this time?" Grandpa Guan bombarded him with a series of questions.

"I'm currently working at the medical clinic at the Hongxing Factory. I estimate it will be another two years before I can open a clinic," He Yudong replied.

"Oh dear, I lost by one careless move! I'm not playing anymore." Grandpa Guan realized he was in checkmate and saw He Yudong, so he immediately lost his appetite for chess.

"You've come at the right time, kid. Let me, the Nine Gates Admiral, take a look. My old ailment has flared up again recently." Old Man Guan slapped his thigh.

"Old Guan, who is this young man? Why do you call him the little miracle doctor?" an old man next to him asked curiously.

"You old fool, have you forgotten that clinic at the alley entrance a few years ago? This is Dr. Li's apprentice! Don't let his youth fool you, he surpassed his master back in the day!" Grandpa Guan raised his voice.

"Oh, so you're Old Doctor Li's apprentice! Young man, do you have a moment? Can you take a look at me?" Another old man quickly came over.

"Little miracle doctor, don't mind them. It's been a long time since we last met. Come to my house for a visit, and take a look at me while you're at it." Grandpa Guan grabbed He Yudong's arm.

"Old Guan, you're so biased! What's wrong with letting the young miracle doctor take a look at us?" the old man from before protested. "You just lost to me in chess!"

"Exactly! Old Guan, I haven't been feeling well these past few days, it's a good opportunity to have the little miracle doctor take a look!"

Seeing their enthusiasm, He Yudong chuckled, "Since we've run into each other, I'll show you all. It's no trouble at all." Treating these old men would surely earn him merit points, and he certainly couldn't miss out on a profitable opportunity.

"Hehe, Old Guan, did you see that? That little miracle doctor has spoken!" The old man from before immediately urged, "Come on, little miracle doctor, take my pulse first!"

"No need for that." He Yudong glanced at the old man, having roughly grasped his symptoms. "Have you been experiencing constipation and blood in your stool lately? Do you occasionally experience abdominal cramps?"

The old man's face was filled with shock after hearing this: "Young man, you were so accurate just by looking at me?"

Upon hearing this, the other old men also showed surprise. He could describe the symptoms clearly with just one glance. The title of "miracle doctor" was well-deserved!

He Yudong smiled faintly and said, "Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes observation, listening, questioning, and palpation. Your physical condition is already clearly revealed on your face, so it's easy to tell at a glance."

"Oh my, little miracle doctor, your medical skills are truly amazing! How should I get treatment for my illness?" the old man asked anxiously.

"I'll prescribe some medicine for you. During this time, eat less spicy food and keep your diet light. You should feel better after taking a few doses of the medicine," He Yudong said, taking out a small notebook and pen, quickly writing down the prescription and precautions, and handing it to the old man.

"Little miracle doctor, your handwriting is truly excellent, it even has the charm of Wang Xizhi!" the old man exclaimed as he took the note.

"Let me see it." Grandpa Guan, who was standing nearby, immediately became interested, grabbed the note, and his eyes lit up after just one glance. "Did you write this?"

"Didn't you just look at them?" He Yudong replied with a smile. He was a master of calligraphy, able to write with the spirit of Wang Xizhi, Yan Zhenqing, Emperor Huizong of Song, and Ouyang Xun. He dared to say that no one in the world could match him today.

"Beautiful calligraphy, truly beautiful calligraphy! Little miracle doctor, have you seen Wang Xizhi's original works? This calligraphy has deeply captured the essence of Xizhi's style. No, you have to come home with me, let's have a good chat!" Grandpa Guan said, pulling He Yudong away.

"Hey, hey, hey, Old Guan, this isn't right! The young miracle doctor hasn't even treated us old folks yet, how can we go with you?" another old man quickly stopped him. He Yudong was both amused and exasperated, and could only say, "Uncle Guan, please wait a moment, let me take a look at everyone first, and write a prescription, it won't take long."

"Okay, then hurry up."

He Yudong quickly diagnosed the elderly men. These men appeared ordinary, but in reality, they came from wealthy families; their homes might even contain national treasures, any one of which could fetch tens of thousands of yuan—tens of thousands of yuan in this era, no less. He was swift and skillful, completing the diagnosis in a few moments, his medical expertise stunning everyone present. To diagnose with a single glance, and with absolute accuracy—what else could he be but a miracle doctor?

The old men treasured the prescriptions and carefully put them away. Afterwards, Grandpa Guan took He Yudong home. Grandpa Guan's courtyard was next to the clinic's traditional courtyard house; it wasn't large, but it was more than enough for one person.

Upon entering the house, He Yudong saw a number of porcelain antiques displayed on the table and shelves. He wasn't an expert on antiques, since he hadn't won any related skills in the lottery, but he knew that there were still many precious treasures in the folk during this era. He could learn a thing or two from his frequent contact with Grandpa Guan.

"Grandson, bring out my treasured wine and peanuts. I'd like to have a couple of drinks with the little miracle doctor!" Grandpa Guan shouted.

"Okay."

Looking at the child, who was about the same age as Bang Geng, He Yudong asked, "Is this your grandson?"

"My apprentice, Han Chunming, lives in compound number 48. This kid has a good character, and he's to my liking," Grandpa Guan said with a smile.

"Han Chunming?" He Yudong chuckled. Another TV drama protagonist. Although he hadn't finished watching the series, he greatly admired Han Chunming's character.

"Master, Divine Doctor Brother, the wine is here!" Han Chunming came over carrying a plate of peanuts and a bottle of old wine in a porcelain bottle.

"Your name is Han Chunming, right?" He Yudong asked.

"Yes, great doctor, you can just call me Chunming," Han Chunming replied with a smile. He had also been amazed by He Yudong's medical skills; being able to diagnose illnesses with just a glance was truly miraculous.

"Alright, you're not bad, kid. Don't call me 'Brother Divine Doctor' anymore. My name is He Yudong, you can just call me Brother Yudong. I live in the 49th compound next door. Come visit sometime," He Yudong said with a smile.

"Okay, Brother Yudong." Han Chunming nodded, his eyes full of admiration.

Grandpa Guan poured himself a glass of wine: "Try this fine wine that I've been treasuring for many years."

He Yudong picked up his wine glass, the rich aroma of which filled the air. Grandpa Guan asked with a smile, "How is it?"

"Hmm, not bad," He Yudong said casually.

"Hey, you little rascal, what do you mean by 'not bad'? This is brewed using a secret imperial recipe and aged for ten years! And you actually say it's not bad?" Grandpa Guan was clearly dissatisfied.

He Yudong couldn't help but laugh: "Your wine is good, but only compared to ordinary wine. I, Uncle Guan, have drunk countless wines, and I don't believe there's any wine I haven't tasted." Uncle Guan raised an eyebrow and said.

He Yudong smiled faintly and asked, "Have you ever tasted the wine brewed by monkeys?"

"Monkey wine?" Grandpa Guan's eyes lit up, like a firecracker with a lit fuse.

"That's right." He Yudong continued, "Monkeys are naturally fond of fruit, and they're even pickier than humans when it comes to choosing fruit. They eat the rotten ones and hide the good ones to ferment, which eventually turns into monkey wine."

"You have it?" Grandpa Guan leaned forward, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"It's not much, just a tiny bit," He Yudong said with a smile, waving his hand. "I'll bring you some to try next time."

Grandpa Guan suddenly narrowed his eyes and patted the kang table: "You little rascal, you've got your eye on the treasure in my room, haven't you?"

"No way," He Yudong laughed. "I'm just curious about your expertise in identifying antiques, and I'd like to borrow a few books to read."

"Hey, you rascal!" Grandpa Guan chuckled, tapping his knuckles on the table. "Alright, you have to take my pulse and write me a note. I'll lend you those few appraisal reports I've been hoarding."

"No problem." He Yudong sat up straight, his fingertips resting on Grandpa Guan's wrist. "You're fine, just getting older, your blood pressure is a bit high, and your heart's capacity is decreasing. As long as you don't experience any major shocks, you'll be alright. But I'll prescribe a conditioning formula for you, just to be on the safe side."

Grandpa Guan had no doubts; He Yudong's words were spot on, just as accurate as his master, the legendary Physician Li's, pulse diagnosis years ago. After He Yudong finished writing the prescription, he turned around and brought out more than a dozen antique appraisal books from the inner room. These were books he wouldn't even pass on to his own apprentices, yet today they were spread out on the table, because he had never seen such a miraculous doctor as He Yudong in all his decades of life: "Even my master, the legendary Physician Li, didn't have your heaven-defying abilities!"

"Your handwriting is truly beautiful!" Grandpa Guan stroked the characters on the prescription, then suddenly remembered something. "Do you know the Preface to the Orchid Pavilion?"

"Wang Xizhi wrote this while drunk at the Orchid Pavilion," He Yudong said. "What is circulated now are all Tang Dynasty copies. Even the best version, Feng Chengsu's, only retains about 50% of Wang Xizhi's spirit."

"What a coincidence!" Grandpa Guan slapped his thigh. "I have some excellent paper and brushes here. Write a copy of the Preface to the Orchid Pavilion for me!"

He Yudong's eyes lit up. Ever since he drew the "music, chess, calligraphy and painting" skill, he had never actually used a brush to write. Grandpa Guan immediately pulled out his treasures: antique Xuan paper from the Northern Song Dynasty (which he usually couldn't bear to touch), an old pit inkstone, pine soot ink blocks, and even the brush was a top-quality wolf hair brush.

As He Yudong ground the ink, Grandpa Guan stared intently at the pot of ten-year-old aged wine, swallowing hard—it was his most prized possession! But the next second, He Yudong grabbed the pot and gulped it down in one go. Grandpa Guan's heart ached: "That rascal! He's wasting such good stuff!"

But as soon as He Yudong picked up his pen, he immediately shut up.

As the alcohol took effect, He Yudong's brushstrokes flowed like dragons and snakes, his wrist as steady as a mountain. There were no traces of alteration on Wang Xizhi's original work. He completed the entire piece in one go, each stroke carrying the unrestrained spirit of drunkenness, yet accurately replicating the charm of the Preface to the Orchid Pavilion.

Grandpa Guan's breathing became increasingly rapid. He couldn't understand the "essence" of calligraphy, but his eyesight was sharp. This wasn't just "copying"; it was clearly Wang Xizhi imbued with He Yudong's style! As the last stroke was completed, his legs trembled. He carefully picked up the scroll, his fingertips gently tracing the paper: "I never expected... I never expected this! Even if Wang Xizhi were alive, he wouldn't have achieved anything like this!"

Han Chunming stood to the side, unable to discern the quality of the calligraphy, but he was still stunned by Grandpa Guan's reaction. For someone as knowledgeable as Grandpa Guan to be so excited, the calligraphy... must be extraordinary!

Grandpa Guan held the calligraphy as if it were a fragile treasure, his voice trembling: "You rascal...who did you learn this from?"

He Yudong put down his pen, wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth, and smiled: "Exceptionally gifted, self-taught."

Grandpa Guan glared at him, but couldn't help but laugh out loud. This kid is a genius doctor and a calligraphy prodigy. He's going to turn the antique world upside down in the future!