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

Yang Hu investigated the war damage and accounts too closely and too thoroughly, and the hand hidden in the shadows finally couldn't hold back and delivered a second blow.

This attack was ten times more insidious than the previous demotion-in-the-middle order. The previous order was merely meant to get rid of him, but this time, it was intended to kill him, to ruin his reputation, and to ensure he could never recover.

On this day, Yang Hu was inspecting the wounded soldiers' camp when a commotion suddenly broke out outside. An old woman, wailing and crying, was surrounded by people and rushed in. As soon as she entered, she pointed at Yang Hu and began to curse him.

"It's him! It's that quack!" The old woman pounded her chest and stamped her feet. "My son was perfectly healthy, but after taking the medicine he prescribed, he died that very night! He's treating human life like dirt; he should pay with his life!"

Accompanying her were several men with fierce-looking faces who didn't seem like good people. They started chattering and making a fuss, insisting that Yang Hu had poisoned someone to death. They were all indignant, as if they had really suffered a great injustice, but the evasive look in their eyes could not fool anyone with a discerning eye.

More and more wounded soldiers gathered to watch, and there was much discussion.

"This young doctor doesn't seem reliable."

"A complete novice like him dares to prescribe medicine? He's practically killing people!"

An uproar erupted in the wounded soldiers' camp. The soldiers recuperating looked at each other, their previous trust in Doctor Yang wavering under the sudden accusation. After all, lives were at stake, and no one could be certain.

Seeing this, the troublemakers shouted even louder, wishing they could immediately label Yang Hu a murderer.

Yang Hu understood perfectly well, but remained outwardly calm.

Having practiced medicine for many years, he was used to all sorts of obstruction. The old woman cried her heart out, but the men's eyes darted around, showing no genuine grief or indignation for their loved one's injustice. This farce was fake from the very beginning.

This is a frame-up.

The previous transfer order, which was ostensibly a promotion but actually a demotion, was firmly rejected by Captain Chen. Seeing that soft tactics weren't working, this time, they resorted to hard ones.

They wanted to use the charge of "causing a death through medical treatment" to completely remove him from his position as medical officer. A quack doctor who caused a death would not only lose his position but also face lawsuits and be held accountable. In this way, his path to auditing the accounts would be cut off, and he, this thorn in the side of the military supplies accounts, would be uprooted.

The method was undeniably ruthless. Unfortunately, the blow struck empty air.

"Which battalion is your son in? What's his name? When did he enter the wounded soldiers' camp? What illness does he have? What medicine is he taking?" Yang Hu asked in a deep voice, his expression unchanged.

These questions were asked with great finesse. If the story is true, the answers will be fluent; if it's a frame-up, these details will expose the lie with each question.

The old woman was taken aback, clearly not expecting the young doctor to be so unhurried and instead begin questioning her. She stammered for a long time, unable to answer, until a man beside her whispered a reminder in her ear, and she finally stammered out her name.

Yang Hu saw through this act, and it was full of flaws. A mother who couldn't even answer which camp her son was in or what illness he had was acting so clumsily about "the pain of losing her son."

Yang Hu turned to Qin Ying, who was disguised as a medicine boy, and instructed her: "Go check the camp register. Record in the register when this person entered the wounded soldiers' camp and what prescription I wrote."

After taking over the military medical affairs, he established a rule: every wounded soldier's arrival time, location of injury, medication used, and recovery time must be recorded in detail, clearly and verifiable.

This was the method he had developed over many years of medical practice, originally intended for accurate diagnosis and treatment, and for tracing the course of the disease. But now, this seemingly ordinary medical record had become irrefutable evidence for him to prove his innocence and turn the tables on others.

The men who hired thugs to cause trouble clearly hadn't anticipated this. They thought that by simply giving a name and framing the young doctor, he would be unable to defend himself, but little did they know, the doctor remembered his debts better than anyone else.

Shortly afterward, the booklet was brought in.

Yang Hu opened the book and read aloud, "This soldier was shot in the leg with an arrow three days ago. I personally cleaned the wound and applied medicine. He is currently recuperating in the third tent on the west side. His fever has subsided, he can get out of bed, and he is doing well."

The room erupted in uproar. So that's how it is! This wasn't some case of treating someone to death; it was clearly someone mistaking a living person for a dead one, throwing dirty water on them out of thin air!

The old woman and the men's faces turned pale instantly; they could no longer maintain their indignant expressions.

"I don't believe you," Yang Hu said calmly. "Bring him here and confront him in public."

Yang Hu immediately sent men to the third tent on the west side to bring back the soldier who had "died from medical treatment."

Soon, the soldier who should have been a corpse was helped in, limping and alive. The wound on his leg had scabbed over, and although he was weak, he was in good spirits. He looked around blankly, completely unaware that he had "died" once, let alone that someone was making a fuss about his "life".

His appearance abruptly silenced the uproar in the arena.

The old woman, seeing the "dead man" standing alive before her, turned ashen-faced and collapsed to the ground, unable to utter another word.

The onlookers, who had been clamoring and indignant just moments before, now realized what was happening and their gazes toward the troublemakers changed instantly.

Unable to withstand Yang Hu's persistent questioning, and with Captain Chen arriving and shouting at them, the men were terrified and confessed everything. Someone had given them money to cause this scene, falsely accusing Doctor Yang of causing someone's death and driving him out of the camp.

"Who ordered this?" Captain Chen asked in a deep voice.

The man was intimidated by Captain Chen's imposing presence, and seeing his frame-up exposed on the spot, he lost all his previous arrogance and confessed everything, trembling.

However, his knowledge was limited. The contact was an unfamiliar middleman who covered his face when handing over the money, never revealing his true appearance. He only conveyed the message that "there is a big shot in the central army who dislikes this young doctor very much and wants him to get out of the camp."

As for who that "big shot" was, these scoundrels who were paid to do things had no idea.

The line snapped once again at the outstretched claws of that hand.

This time, however, despite all the scheming, the phone ended up losing more than it gained.

Far from falling, Yang Hu used this public framing and sabotage to clearly demonstrate his innocence, competence, and composure under pressure to the entire camp. After this incident, no one in the army dared to use the phrase "inexperienced" to assess the young medical officer's worth.

That hand, which intended to use someone else to do the dirty work, ended up winning over more people's hearts for Yang Hu.

"What a brilliant move to use someone else to do the dirty work, killing without shedding blood." Yang Hu gazed at the heavily guarded central command tent deep within the camp, his eyes as cold as knives. "Unfortunately, he was one step behind."

He knew in his heart that this frame-up, though seemingly dangerous, actually exposed the other party's weakness and eagerness.

"The tighter I investigate, the more you jump around," he muttered to himself. "A cornered dog will jump over the wall, and the more frantically it jumps, the more flaws it will reveal."

After this commotion, the thugs who hired the thugs were apprehended and questioned, and the old woman was so frightened that she repeatedly kowtowed and begged for mercy. The seemingly ruthless frame-up vanished just like that.

With this strike, the hand missed its target again.

But Yang Hu knew in his heart that since the other party had already torn off the mask, the next move would only be more ruthless and unscrupulous.