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

Yang Hu couldn't immediately pinpoint the hand lurking in the shadows. But the patient before him couldn't wait a moment longer.

One afternoon, a shop assistant from Jichuntang rushed in with news that a distant cousin of the Su family was writhing on the ground in excruciating stomach pain and was on the verge of death. Two doctors from the city had been summoned, but both shook their heads, saying there was no hope. Su Qing was extremely anxious and came personally to fetch Yang Hu.

Yang Hu carried his medicine kit and followed her there.

The young master, a man in his early twenties, was curled up on the couch, his face ashen, cold sweat pouring down his forehead. He pressed one hand tightly against his lower right abdomen, the pain so intense he could barely utter a sound, only letting out muffled groans through his teeth. His illness had started last night; initially, there was a dull ache around his navel, which no one paid much attention to. But this morning, the pain had moved all the way to his lower right abdomen, growing increasingly severe until it became this excruciating condition.

Two doctors from the city stood by, helpless. One stroked his beard and shook his head: "This is intestinal colic; the intestines have ruptured. Even a god couldn't save him." The other sighed: "It's probably some kind of evil spirit possessing him. Prepare for the worst."

Yang Hu stepped forward, took the young man's pulse, and then gently pressed a few spots on the young man's abdomen.

When Yang Hu pressed on the right side of the lower abdomen, the young man screamed in agony and jumped up. Yang Hu even tried pressing down, but the pain was excruciating. When he suddenly released his hand, the young man was in even more pain and screamed even louder.

The pain was intense when pressed and aggravated when released, and the location of the pain was fixed in a spot in the lower right abdomen. With these symptoms combined, Yang Hu had a good idea of ​​what was going on. He had seen this disease far too often in his previous life; it was a very typical symptom. However, the doctors of old had never considered this possibility.

"It's not colic, nor is it caused by evil spirits," he said in a deep voice. "It's an intestinal abscess. He has developed a boil in his intestines, where heat and toxins have accumulated and festered. The pain in his lower right abdomen, the tenderness upon palpation, and the fever are all signs of an intestinal abscess."

"Intestinal abscess?" The two doctors looked at each other, having never heard of such a thing before.

Su Qing, however, knew a bit about medicine. After carefully considering the pulse and symptoms Yang Hu had described, her eyes lit up: "The miracle doctor is saying... sores can grow in the intestines?"

"Exactly." Yang Hu had already picked up his pen and started writing a prescription. "The intestines are coiled in the abdomen, no different from ordinary internal organs, and can also develop boils and suppurate. This disease is rarely seen by doctors in the city. They often mistake it for common abdominal pain, like indigestion or possession, and treat it with some mild qi-regulating medicine or simply blame it on ghosts and gods. But it is very dangerous. Once the boils rupture and the pus spreads throughout the abdominal cavity, then it is truly beyond saving. Right now, before the pus ruptures too much, we must use strong medicine to purge the heat, break up blood stasis, and eliminate the boils, so that this toxin that has accumulated in the intestines can be expelled all at once from below."

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He paused, then added, "The medicine must be administered quickly. If it's delayed by even half a day, once the boil bursts, even a miracle won't save it."

What he wrote down was a prescription mainly composed of rhubarb and peony bark, which was used to purge blood stasis and specifically target intestinal abscesses.

"Miss Su," Yang Hu turned his head, "these herbs are very potent; even a slight difference in dosage will not work. Would you please prepare and decoct them for me?"

Su Qing's spirits lifted. This was the first time the divine doctor had asked her to lend a hand.

"Yes, ma'am!" she replied readily, a hint of eagerness even flashing in her eyes. This was the first time the divine physician had entrusted her with such an important task as preparing and decocting the medicine.

She immediately followed Yang Hu, meticulously checking and weighing each ingredient according to the prescription. Being from a pharmacy background and knowledgeable in medicine, she was adept at recognizing herbs, identifying quality, and weighing them with nimble, precise hands, leaving no room for error. She had a perfect grasp of whether to use rhubarb raw or processed with wine, and the quality and processing time of peony bark. The medicinal materials from Jichuntang were of high quality, and she quietly selected the best quality from the warehouse for the potent herbs Yang Hu requested.

"Use rhubarb raw to take advantage of its strong purging effect," Yang Hu advised from the side.

"I've got it." Su Qing replied, her hands still moving. She silently memorized the dosage of each herb and the reasons for their specific combinations. When she encountered something she didn't understand, she would ask with her eyes, and Yang Hu would simply nod or shake his head, and she would know. The two of them worked together remarkably well, one writing the prescription and the other preparing the medicine, without needing to say much.

The two worked together with surprising synergy, one prescribing the medicine and the other preparing it. Looking at Yang Hu's composed profile as he directed the process, Su Qing felt a deeper, inexplicable emotion welling up within her.

The medicine was decocted and then poured down my throat.

The medicinal soup was prepared by Su Qing, who stayed by the stove without leaving for a moment. She simmered it over a low flame, adding the rhubarb last, following Yang Hu's instructions precisely regarding the heat, water volume, and the order of adding the herbs. After the medicine was administered, the young man initially felt even more intense pain, his face covered in cold sweat. The entire Su family was on tenterhooks, and the two doctors shook their heads repeatedly, their eyes filled with "It's definitely not working."

Yang Hu remained steadfast, simply standing by the bedside, pressing on the young man's abdomen, waiting quietly. He knew this was the potent medicine working to fight the poison, a necessary hurdle before recovery.

About two hours later, the young man clutched his stomach and rushed to the latrine several times, expelling a large amount of foul-smelling pus and blood. With this purging, the excruciating pain in his abdomen visibly eased little by little. His curled-up body slowly relaxed. After taking another dose, his fever subsided, and he even said he was hungry and could eat some rice porridge.

The two doctors who had previously sentenced him to death stared, mouths agape, unable to close for a long time. One muttered, "Intestinal abscess...unheard of," while the other stared at the prescription, looking at it repeatedly, as if trying to etch the words "intestinal abscess" into his decades of medical practice. This young doctor, with a single dose of potent medicine, had miraculously pulled them back from the brink of certain death.

The young master of the Su family was spared death. His parents held Yang Hu's hands, tears streaming down their faces, unable to speak coherently. The neighbors who had gathered around were amazed and spread the word, saying that the miracle doctor in the east of the city specialized in curing strange and incurable diseases that others could not cure, and that he was truly a miracle worker.

The entire Su family was extremely grateful. When Su Qing saw Yang Hu off, her steps were light and her eyes were curved in a smile. The slight sorrow that had been weighing on her for days seemed to have been somewhat washed away by this exhilarating treatment.

"I learned more from this experience with the miracle doctor than I did from reading ten medical books," she said sincerely.

Yang Hu smiled but didn't say much. He knew in his heart that this girl was insightful and hardworking, a natural-born doctor. Although she had only assisted in dispensing medicine today, her composure and methodical calmness under pressure far surpassed that of many licensed doctors in the city. Given time, she might very well be able to handle things on her own.

"From now on, whenever you have free time, feel free to lend a hand when I see patients," Yang Hu said. "Seeing more and getting hands-on experience is better than just burying yourself in books."

Su Qing's eyes lit up, and she readily agreed. To her, this single sentence was more precious than any gift of gold or silver. To be able to learn medicine from such a divine physician was a blessing she had never dared to dream of before.

However, as he gazed at the rooftops in the direction of Jichun Hall, his expression darkened.

The Su family's troubles are endless, one after another. The hand that secretly keeps the medicine and has caused deaths must be brought to justice; as long as this threat remains, Jichuntang will continue to face constant threats.

As for whose hand held the hilt of that knife, and where it led to which military camp and border post, Yang Hu still had to investigate inch by inch.