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Did a barbarian get scared away by a "plague village"?

It's even more terrifying than the last time it managed to subdue the thugs.

Within three days, the sound could be heard for miles around.

A doctor named Yang came from Maocao Village outside the city.

It can not only bring the dead back to life.

It can also subdue soldiers.

Even the barbarians who tried to kill their way out were driven away in a panic by his "Plague God Technique".

Some timid people secretly gossiped that this guy must be a star from heaven descended to earth.

It is a place specifically protected by the gods.

When the villagers talk about him, they feel as if they wish they could write "Living Buddha" on his gate frame.

This rumor isn't just circulating within the village.

Even those who come to the market or pass by on their way to gather firewood will detour to the entrance of Maocao Village to take a look.

I just wanted to see what kind of deity Doctor Yang was who could drive away barbarians and cure diseases.

Some superstitious old women even secretly went to the wall of Yang Hu's courtyard.

He lit an incense stick and knelt three times.

Yang Hu was left both amused and exasperated, yet dared not make a fuss, and could only watch helplessly as these rumors grew rampant.

On the morning the barbarians were driven back, just as dawn was breaking.

The yard was piled up with things at the entrance of Yanghu.

Some were carrying a hen.

Some were carrying half a sack of white rice.

Some poor families, who couldn't even afford to eat, would gather a small handful of vegetables that were drying in their own gardens.

Blushing, he left it there and walked away.

"Dr. Yang, without you, our village of dozens of people would probably have been slaughtered by the barbarians long ago."

The village chief, leaning on his cane, tears streaming down his face, insisted on leading the village to kowtow to Yang Hu.

Yang Hu blocked it.

He said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "No, no, folks, get up quickly! This is all the food we should give you. Take it back and eat it. We're struggling to make ends meet."

He had never experienced anything like this in his entire life.

After much persuasion, I couldn't resist the other party's sincerity and had to accept some eggs and rice, but I insisted on taking the rest back.

Stone Brother thumped his chest loudly:

"From today onwards, anyone who dares to fart at the entrance of our village should come and ask me about this bench first! I'm taking over Dr. Yang's yard!"

The loud voice startled everyone in the yard, making them laugh.

The laughter finally eased much of the anxiety that had been gripping me these past few days.

The crowd dispersed, and the courtyard became quiet.

Lu Rou sat in front of the pile of thank-you gifts, fiddling with the abacus in her hand, her little mouth twisted into a slit with joy.

"My lord, the gifts sent over the past two days alone amount to a considerable sum of money."

"Money is money, and feelings are feelings." Yang Hu sat on the stone bench, unusually sentimental. "People all earn their money through their own hard work. I have to remember which family it belongs to, so that if they have any illnesses in the future, I can waive as much of their medical fees as possible!"

"Oh!" Lu Rou nodded emphatically, then picked up her pen and wrote it down on the account book.

Now she controls the family's income and expenses, acting like a semi-head of the household, and she's getting more and more enthusiastic about it.

The village chief next to him was wiping his eyes, and in front of everyone, he was rambling on like he was performing a play: "Oh, let me tell you, in the city, wouldn't everyone worship Dr. Yang as a miracle doctor? Our village must have accumulated a lot of good fortune over several lifetimes!"

Lu Yan brought in a large bowl of the brewed medicine.

Qin Ying's injury has been resting for several days and she has recovered about 70-80%.

He can walk now and can raise his arms, but he's afraid to move them.

She took the drink and only said a few words before her eyes were fixed on the group of people dispersing at the courtyard gate.

"Did you see that?" someone suddenly spoke, and there was something in their voice.

"What did you see?" Yang Hu followed her gaze and glanced over.

"The way these people look at you," Qin Ying said softly, "I've led troops for so many years, and the soldiers I've trained all look at me with awe, fear, and respect for military orders. But not a single one of them looks like this."

He paused for a moment.

"It feels like... I've entrusted my life to you."

Yang Hu stared blankly for a while, then laughed:

"That's because you haven't seen me slash with my sword."

"Show-off." Qin Ying glared at him, her face immediately turning red, but in the end she didn't say anything and took a small sip.

It's very bitter.

But he felt that the warmth in this dilapidated courtyard was much better than the strong liquor he drank in the military camp.

After that, Qin Ying became less willing to sit inside.

If something comes up, he'll find an excuse to move to a small stool and sit in the courtyard, watching Yang Hu treat patients, watching Lu Yan prepare medicine, and watching Lu Rou count on the abacus.

Sometimes when Yang Hu was surrounded by people and couldn't keep up, she would turn around and see her sitting quietly under the eaves inside the house, not saying a word, just watching the liveliness in the yard.

The look in their eyes wasn't the wariness and distance they had when they first arrived.

It's like someone who has been wandering for a long time has found a place to rest.

Yang Hu softened upon seeing her expression and stopped teasing her.

Sometimes it's not necessary to explain things clearly.

And life gradually eased up in this warm, post-disaster recovery.

After driving away the barbarians, the villagers listened to Yang Hu's every word.

He wanted to turn the wasteland in his backyard into a medicinal herb garden. As soon as he finished speaking, the village chief immediately sent more than a dozen people to his door.

Some dug the ground, others built sheds, and in less than two days, it looked quite like a medicinal herb garden had been set up behind the house.

Lu Yan, who knew about medicine, took on the task of planting seedlings and dividing the land; Lu Rou, who was knowledgeable about money and people, managed to get the helpers to do whatever they wanted.

Even though Qin Ying's leg had improved somewhat, she didn't rest. She often sat on a rock outside the herb garden, looking around and asking questions, occasionally offering a few pointers on how to store the herbs.

Manager Sun from Jirentang also came to pick up goods several times as promised, and each time he would bring some extra good materials.

Over time, Yang Hu managed to accumulate quite a bit of money.

The money was barely warmed in his hands before he threw it away again.

They hired an experienced doctor to look after the seedlings at the medicine garden, bought new clothes for Lu Yan and Lu Rou, and had a sturdy new medicine cabinet made.

Life was still tough, but within that toughness lay a vibrant spirit.

Looking at the vibrant life in the courtyard, Yang Hu felt a surge of renewed strength.

However, every night in the dead of night, he would think of the bow and arrow hidden at the bottom of the medicine cabinet.

The barbarians have fled, but the traitor who was hiding in the shadows of the western camp and guiding them is still missing!

This thorn was bound to stab out sooner or later.

In fact, he had thought about getting rid of these three women and leaving this place of trouble.

It can run, but where can it run to?

In this vast world, there is not a single place where these sinners, these "fugitives," can find a foothold.

That's it.

there is always a solution to a problem.

He really understands this stuff better than anyone else!

At noon that day, Yang Hu was standing in his own medicinal herb garden, inspecting the newly planted honeysuckle.

"Father!"

Suddenly, a burly, unfamiliar man ran into the courtyard, fell flat on his back, and scrambled to his feet.

"Please...please, Dr. Yang, save me!"

The man was from the next village, and he was sweating profusely as he rolled around in the water.

"My wife is having a difficult labor. She's been struggling for a whole day and night, but the baby won't come down... she just won't come down. That old woman says... she says it's not going to work!"

"I've heard people say that you, Dr. Yang, are a living saint. Please do me a favor and come with me to your door!"

Yang Hu's expression was rather unpleasant.

Difficult birth!

Two dead and one alive—the worst possible outcome!

Without the slightest hesitation, he turned around and grabbed the medicine basket he was carrying.

"Young master, please slow down and be careful. Return as soon as possible!"

Lu Yan quickly arranged the medicine basket for him.

"Father, please be careful on the road and come back soon!"

Qin Ying also got up from the chair, her mouth open but she couldn't say a word.

Yang Huchong and the other woman nodded.

He turned around, slung his medicine basket over his shoulder, and left the courtyard with the man.

"Lead the way!"

Once Yang Hu's reputation spread beyond the village, the number of patients seeking his treatment was no longer limited to just a few families from the neighboring village; instead, more and more patients came to his door!

But this time, there were two!