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It was noon that day.

The Chen family in the west of the city.

The messenger arrived at the door at breakneck speed; it was the steward of the Chen family.

"Dr. Yang!" The doctor rushed in and knelt down. "Please, save my grandfather! He was eating when he suddenly clutched his left chest and collapsed to the ground. He was in so much pain that he was covered in sweat and his face had turned pale. Several famous doctors in the city have come to see him, and they all shook their heads and said that he was just old and his life was coming to an end, and that it was time to prepare for his funeral..."

Old Master Chen was a retired clerk in the city who had been in office for many years. He was quite respected in the city and was also an old friend of the Zhou family. If anything happened to him, half the city would be in an uproar.

Without a word, Yang Hu picked up his medicine box and followed the steward. Qin Ying, worried, disguised herself and followed behind.

We arrived at the Chen family's residence.

The Chen family's main hall was in complete chaos.

Grandpa Chen lay paralyzed on the bed, clutching his left hand over his heart, his face turning blue with pain, his lips and nails turning black, his clothes soaked with sweat, and he could barely breathe.

Several renowned doctors stood around, but they were at a loss.

Yang Hu stepped forward.

I felt the old man's pulse; it was deep and slow, sometimes erratic. I noticed the blackening of his lips and nails and asked him a few questions.

"Does it feel like a huge rock is pressing on your chest, making it hard to breathe?"

"Is your left shoulder and arm also sore?"

Old Master Chen was in too much pain to speak, so he just nodded.

I have a better understanding now.

It's not that the patient is exhausted, but rather that the cold weather allows the cold pathogens to invade and block the blood vessels in the heart, preventing blood from flowing through. This is why there is pain, cyanosis, and cold sweat. In ancient times, this was called chest pain or true heart pain, an extremely dangerous acute condition. However, as long as you can seize the opportunity and warm up the blocked blood vessels in the heart, the patient can be pulled back from the brink of death.

"It's not that the oil has run out and the lamp is dead..." Yang Hu said in a low voice. Although it was a low voice, the low shout calmed the panic in the room.

"This is due to the invasion of cold pathogens, which has blocked the heart meridian, preventing blood from flowing properly. This is why the patient is experiencing pain, cyanosis, and cold sweats. Now, all we need to do is clear and warm the heart meridian, and the patient will recover."

"Can he really come back to life?" The young master of the Chen family's voice trembled slightly.

"Yes...but this disease can't be delayed, we have to act quickly."

Without further ado, Yang Hu took out silver needles and inserted them one by one into the old man's wrist and chest acupoints, twisting them as he did so. He also had someone bring warm ginger tea for the old man to drink.

He then took out a piece of acute warming and antispasmodic medicine from the medicine box, dissolved it, and poured it down the old man's throat and into his chest.

"Acupuncture in the chest, hot medicine—can the old man's body withstand this?" A white-bearded doctor frowned. "Don't be surprised when the next needle goes in..."

"He has a cold obstruction and needs to be warmed and unblocked," Yang Hu said calmly as he inserted the needles. "If you give him tonifying medicine, you're just watching his heart blood clot die. He can't afford to wait for this last breath."

After the acupuncture and medicine, within the time it takes to eat a meal, the old woman, who had been clutching her chest and bent over in pain, gradually relaxed. Her bluish-purple lips slowly regained color, and the profuse sweating stopped.

"No...it doesn't hurt so much anymore..." Old Master Chen breathed a long sigh of relief, and the light gradually returned to his cloudy eyes.

Yang Hu did not let go. He stayed by the bedside and added another needle. He watched as the old man's breathing gradually became even and steady, the bruises on his lips disappeared, and he was able to sit up halfway by the pillow and drink a bowl of hot porridge. Only then did he remove the silver needle.

The people in the room finally breathed a sigh of relief. The young master of the Chen family knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly to Yang Hu. His entire family had almost been in mourning for their father; it was Dr. Yang who had snatched his life back from the brink of death! Those doctors who had shaken their heads and declared him "beyond saving" were all blushing with shame. They had spent their entire lives as doctors, and this potentially life-saving emergency had been treated as a death sentence—they had almost caused someone's death. None of them dared to stand any longer and quietly retreated to the side.

Xiao Yingzi, disguised and having followed along, stood behind the screen and watched the entire scene unfold. She had witnessed too much life and death—fierce warriors dying on the battlefield, brave men shot to death by arrows on the city walls—all killed by swords and spears, beyond anyone's control. Yet this group of young doctors, with just a few silver needles and a pill, had pulled an old man, his lips turning purple and his breath faint, one needle at a time, from his vital points. These hands, saving lives invisibly, pulling him back from the brink of death step by step, were more reassuring than a thousand troops. She lowered her head, concealing the slight tremor in her eyes.

Aji, who had come along to do odd jobs, was so shocked by what he saw that he couldn't help but ask along the way, "Master, this pain in my heart, would it be better if you pricked it a couple of times?"

"Think about the irrigation ditches in winter," Yang Hu said. "Water normally flows down the ditches to nourish the crops, but when the weather turns cold, the ditches freeze and get blocked by ice. The water can't get through, and the crops below have no water. The blood vessels in his heart are like those irrigation ditches in winter; once they're blocked and frozen, the water can't get through, and the heart has no nourishment, so it hurts. Our moxibustion and acupuncture use warming medicines to gradually heat up those frozen ditches, allowing the water to flow again, and naturally, the pain will stop!"

Aji seemed to understand, but he kept it in mind.

Yang Hu also gave special instructions, saying, "Mr. Chen, the root of your illness hasn't been eradicated yet. From now on, you must pay attention to keeping warm in the autumn, and absolutely avoid catching a cold or getting angry. Also, avoid extreme joy or anger. Follow the prescription to nourish your heart meridian regularly, so that when an attack occurs, it won't be so severe." He also left some emergency pills, saying, "If you experience any severe chest pain, cold sweats, or shortness of breath, immediately swallow one pill and come find me right away!"

The Chen family was one of the most prominent families in the city, and they offered a considerable sum of money to express their gratitude.

Yang Hu only took the medical fees he was entitled to, and then turned around and used most of the rest to help the poor people in the city who lacked medical care and medicine. He always spent most of the money he earned each year and each quarter, and Lu Yan and the other girls didn't care much, since they were used to it.

The person who pulled Old Master Chen back from the dead was a young man in his early twenties.

The news spread like wildfire throughout the city in less than two days.

"Even an old doctor like Master Chen couldn't cure his heart disease, but a young quack doctor actually cured it!"

"Not only that, there's my old mother, and old man Li next door with his asthma, and Wang Er at the dock with his rotten face... That miracle doctor in the old east of the city is really something else, even Yama, the King of Hell, won't let them off the hook!"

Suddenly, the threshold of Yang's shop in the east of the city was thronged with people looking for a doctor.

Nowadays, who in the city with money and power would dare to challenge Dr. Yang with their "naivety"?

"Hehe, after today's battle, young master has truly won over the entire city." Lu Yan poured her husband a cup of hot water. "But young master has certainly profited; he's probably saved the day with the heads of Yang's family in the east of the city..."

"It doesn't matter who the patient is to me. An old lady sitting on the bed, an old beggar lying on the street, both lives are still two lives!" Yang Hu drank the warm hot water, but he didn't seem happy.

Lu Yan helped him straighten his clothes, which were a little too hot from the charcoal fire, without saying a word. But her smiling eyes said it all.

The room was warm and dimly lit. Yang Hu looked out the window at the pitch-black night. The reputation of doctors in this city was growing louder and louder. For doctors, this was their professional ethics, and it was also the source of their family's confidence to survive.

But the hand in the city that was frightened by the fire slowly sank back down after a few days.

What is it waiting for?

What is he waiting for?