A divine healer, a general, a young marquis! Who can rival them!

After Judge Zhao left looking disheveled, the street in the east of the city looked completely different.

Those well-meaning families who were secretly trying to test Yang Hu's background and gossiping behind his back have now become like different people, rushing to visit and befriend him! Everyone in the city knows that in this small blue-brick courtyard in the east of the city lives a big shot who even Magistrate Zhao has to bow down to. That courtyard has become the most untouchable place in the whole city.

Yang Hu has become much more restrained than before, and Qin Ying's identity was revealed to Zhao Tongpan.

Big trees attract insects, so Yang Hu kept a low profile, treating patients as usual, without showing off in the slightest.

That day, just past noon, a porter, being supported by someone, stumbled into the clinic.

This man's name is Wang. He is a strong man who usually carries heavy bags at the dock, a man as strong as an ox.

But now half of his face was swollen and shiny, and even his eyeballs were squeezed into a line. He was still burning up and stubbornly muttering nonsense.

"Dr. Yang, help! Help!" the woman supporting him cried. "A few days ago, my husband developed a small boil next to his nose. He said it was in the way, so he squeezed it himself. The next day, half of his face swelled up, and the swelling kept getting bigger. This morning he started having a fever and fainted... The doctors in town all said it was a boil that had spread to the heart, and that there was no cure. They told us to prepare for his funeral..."

The woman burst into tears: "My husband is the backbone of our family of seven or eight. We all depend on him to carry loads at the docks. If anything happens to him, how will this family survive? Please, Doctor Yang, please save my husband!"

Yang Hu stepped forward and took a look.

There was a festering boil next to his nose, surrounded by redness and swelling, so hot that he could hold it in his hand, and a red line was crawling up his cheek.

He then checked Wang Er's pulse; it was alarmingly hot and beating rapidly.

I've made up my mind!

It's a boil!

Boils on the face are inherently dangerous and should never be squeezed. Unfortunately, he squeezed one open, and the toxins rushed in along the blood vessels, causing half of his face to swell and develop a high fever, leading to fever and unconsciousness. The two doctors in the city were right to say that "the yellow has gone away," but it wasn't hopeless. The only solution was to block the inward flow of the toxins and release them.

"It's a boil!"

Yang Hu said in a deep voice, "You absolutely mustn't squeeze the boils on his face. Squeezing them open is like pushing the toxins inside. It's very dangerous, but it's not incurable!"

Everyone watching him gasped in shock!

The face was so swollen that the eyes were missing, and it was burning hot. Two doctors in the city said there was no hope, but this young doctor said he could cure it, which was completely unbelievable.

"Can it really really be cured?" The woman asked, barely able to believe it.

"Yes," Yang Hu said, "but from this moment on, no one is allowed to touch that wound."

Then he had his subordinate bring him a pen, dipped it in water, and smeared it twice on the edge of the swollen area and the very end where the red line went in.

"What are you doing!" the woman exclaimed, confused.

"Keep a count," Yang Hu said. "If this red thread continues to creep inwards by nightfall, and crosses this line, there's still poison inside, so we'll need to increase the dosage. If it stops there and doesn't go any further, it means I've stopped it with this dose of medicine."

After saying that, he prescribed a medicine to clear heat and detoxify, cool the blood and reduce swelling. He quickly boiled the medicine and fed it to him. He also took out some ointment and applied it to the red and swollen area, gradually stopping the red line that kept crawling inward.

"Applying medicine to a festering sore without cutting it, will that really work?" muttered a few people watching him work. "Didn't the doctors in the city say to drain the pus as soon as possible?"

"How can you just pick at it like that?" Yang Hu said, "His poison is meant to penetrate deeper. Picking at it randomly at this time is like opening another channel for him. We need to suppress his poison first, then block that red thread. Once it's matured and the poison has condensed, then we can use a needle to pry it open. That's the safest way."

Aji, who had been helping out, listened intently. After returning home, he couldn't help but ask, "Master! Why couldn't we push or pick our way? Why did we have to wait until later?"

"You should look at this sore like a fire in a stove," Yang Hu said. "If you try to shove a stick into it while it's burning fiercely, the sparks and wood chips will fly everywhere, making it even worse. So you have to remove the fuel first and extinguish the flames. Once only the red-hot charcoal is left, then you can clean it up, and it won't hurt so much. Squeezing or picking at the boil is just throwing more wood into the fire."

Aji seemed to be listening but not really, but he kept it in mind.

After taking medicine and applying ointment, Wang Er's fever gradually subsided overnight, and he became more alert. After resting for three or four days, the swelling on one side of his face began to fade little by little, and the red line written with water stopped at the mark overnight and stopped moving forward.

The onlookers finally believed it.

A day or two later, when the pus on Wang Er's face had fully ripened, Yang Hu took an iron needle, heated it until it was red-hot, and gently pried it open to drain the pus. Wang Er immediately felt much better on one side of his face, and the swelling and pain from the previous few days were significantly reduced.

"Alright, the poison has been expelled," Yang Hu said. "You mustn't scratch the sores on your face anymore, understand?"

The Wang family was extremely grateful and wanted to offer their only possessions as a token of their gratitude. They were laborers carrying luggage and goods, and their family was very poor, with elderly parents and young children to support. Yang Hu dared not accept their money and only accepted payment for the medicine, refusing all other medical treatment, poisoning, and herbal patches.

After some time, Wang Er came to Yang Hu to thank him. Although there was still a small scar on his face after the swelling subsided, he looked much better than before when his face was so swollen that he couldn't even see his eyes and he was delirious from the fever. He held Yang Hu's hand and kept saying the same thing over and over again: He saved my life!

The fact that those "hopeless cases" made the doctor who was preparing for the family's funeral dare not leave his house for several days after hearing about it.

And those doctors who used to say "there's no hope" or "accept your fate" in the city, when they mentioned Yang's clinic in the east of the city, not one of them didn't give it a thumbs up.

This news spread throughout the area near the dock in less than two days:

"Wang Er's face was so swollen that his eyes were gone; all the doctors in the city said the poison had reached his heart. But Doctor Yang, with just a few doses of medicine and a single needle, managed to save him!"

"That's right, he immediately said not to squeeze in, not to pick randomly! His eyesight and his understanding of people are unmatched by other doctors..."

night.

backyard.

The charcoal fire is burning brightly.

Lu Yan poured Yang Hu another cup of hot water and listened as he recounted how he had saved the person whose eyes were so swollen they were almost invisible during the day.

"Put the root of the disease in the place where it is located."

Yang Hu took the tea and drank some.

"The others were afraid of the name 'Zou Huang' and gave up early. In fact, as long as there is a way to block the invading poison, people can live."

Lu Rou was setting up the tent nearby when Liu Ye returned from her snowy journey and left behind a game of game. Qin Ying sat by the window, wiping her worn-out dagger by the lamplight.

"What's wrong?" Qin Ying noticed Yang Hu looking at her and looked up.

"It's nothing," Yang Hu laughed. "I just feel more at ease with you here in the house."

Qin Ying's ears turned red, and she turned her face away. The hand holding the short knife unconsciously slowed down.

However, under the warm candlelight, Yang Hu knew very well.

The obvious troubles like those involving Zhao Yanei and Zhao Tongpan have been dealt with, but a sinister force is lurking in the large house with two stone lions hanging in the west of the city, and it hasn't been idle for a single day.

And that was the most formidable opponent!