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

When we entered the city, we scheduled it for the fifth day after the epidemic subsided.

In the past few days, Yang Hu has sorted out all the matters inside and outside the company.

The herb garden was looked after by Liu Da, while Widow Liu led several old women to help out, watering and drying the herbs, and even keeping accounts.

Lu Rou made a copy of the account book and left it in the village, detailing the price of each type of herb, who was sold to whom, and who owed whom... all written down clearly.

Liu Da carried a hoe and rubbed his hands together sheepishly.

"Dr. Yang, go ahead. I'll take care of things in the garden," he said sullenly. "Not a single seedling will die from drought."

This person is clumsy with words, but he is honest in his work. Yang Hu has seen this over the past few days. He is not much different from the brother Liu Ye can entrust herself to.

The barbarian in the woodshed, tightly bound, was given to Brother Stone.

"Brother, this guy is incredibly valuable. We've been keeping a close watch on him day and night. If even a single hair is missing, I'll come back to you!" Yang Hu patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, Dr. Yang, just go for it!" Brother Stone patted his chest, his voice so loud it made the roof beams vibrate. "Even if they had ten times the courage, they'd all run away!"

The day we left the city, it was just dawn.

Yang Hu was surprised to see so many people at the village entrance.

Old Qian's wife, trembling and holding onto a stick, forcefully pressed a basket of eggs into Lu Yan's hand.

There were those who were cured and those who weren't, those who were stuck in traffic and those who weren't, and a whole bunch of people trying to make a living in the medicinal herb garden.

"Dr. Yang, you have to come back."

"Yes, what would our village do without you?"

A foolish person stammered for a long time before finally managing to utter a sentence.

"Dr. Yang, you saved my life."

Tears welled up in her eyes as soon as she finished speaking.

A group of people squeezed through from behind, and a woman carrying a child in her arms came through.

The child had diarrhea and fever a while ago and was almost dead. Yang Hu stayed by his side all night and saved him by feeding him spoonfuls of rice water and salt water.

The woman said nothing, but waved the child's little hand in front of Yang Hu.

"The child's father said that this child will remember Dr. Yang's kindness for the rest of his life."

Yang Hu also felt somewhat uneasy.

He was a doctor from out of town who just wanted to find a place to settle down.

Who knew they would settle down in this impoverished border village?

"You can all go back now." He waved his hand, lowering his voice. "Didn't you say you weren't coming back? The herb garden is over there; I'm coming back to get my share of the profits."

A group of people laughed.

When we laughed, the sticky atmosphere of parting eased a bit.

Lu Yan held the basket of eggs, looked back at the village one last time, and her eyes were a little moist.

Lu Rou took her arm and gently comforted her, "Miss, we'll be back."

Qin Ying did not speak.

She simply stood on the car watching the group of men, women, and children seeing her off.

The woman, whose eyes were always cold and aloof, wore an expression that was hard to decipher this time when faced with this situation.

She had served in the army for over a decade and seen countless weapons. But the feeling of being cherished and reluctant to let her go was something she had never experienced before.

He had prepared the carriages and horses in advance.

A mule pulled a box and medicines, and Lu Yan and Lu Rou got on; Yang Hu led the horse in front, with Qin Ying and Liu Ye on either side.

Qin Ying changed into a coarse cloth shirt, smeared some ashes from the stove, and forcefully suppressed her arrogant demeanor.

But Yang Hu knew that her hand had never left the short blade hidden in her sleeve.

Rotten flesh, arrows, and a waist token. These three treasures are both the knife to overturn this great net and the gunpowder pack to deliver one's head.

"You still have the box on your person, right?"

"I know." Qin Ying glanced at the wooden box on Yang Hu's horse. "The waters are too deep in the city. Who knew that the man behind Squad Leader Zhao was still alive?"

She turned her head and glanced at the box on Yang Hu's horse.

Rotten flesh, arrowheads, and waist badges—only when these three are linked can one rise up in rebellion and bring about utter destruction.

"I can lose anything, but I can't lose this."

"I understand." Yang Hu smiled. "No matter what you throw away, you can't throw it away."

The wind blew from the grasslands beyond the Great Wall, carrying yellow sand that left streaks on their faces.

Endless weeds lined both sides of the official road, and distant mountain peaks stretched out, all drab and gray.

This is the border fortress.

It's a place of hardship and poverty, but it's also where they've settled down these past few days.

Qin Ying rode upright on his horse, a posture honed from years of riding.

Occasionally, I would glance at Yang Hu, and see the physician riding alongside him.

This guy is always carefree and has a loose tongue. But when it comes to protecting someone, he's more reliable than anyone else.

They sealed the wells, repelled the barbarians, and apprehended the spies. Each action was carried out discreetly.

She knew many tough and valiant generals, but she had never met anyone like this before.

A single silver needle can sweep away a thousand troops.

"What are you looking at?" Yang Hu suddenly turned his head.

"I wonder if you know the way well or not." Qin Ying turned her eyes away, her cheeks flushing slightly.

Yang Hu smiled but didn't expose her.

After leaving Maocao Village, we passed the neighboring village.

Unexpectedly, there were also several people from the neighboring village waiting here. They were the ones who had survived the epidemic by following Yang Hu's method of sealing the well, boiling water, and drinking some salt water.

An old man blocked the road, insisting that Yang Hu kowtow to him.

"No, no, I wouldn't dare." Yang Hu quickly dismounted and helped him up.

"Dr. Yang!" the old man exclaimed loudly. "More than 30 people from our neighboring village were all saved by you. You must accept this small token of our appreciation!"

What was handed over were a few flatbreads and a small bag of millet.

It's worthless.

But looking at those faces, Yang Hu felt embarrassed to refuse.

The name "miracle doctor" has spread from Maocao Village to neighboring villages, drifting along the main road leading to the county seat.

A doctor's name is a doctor's name.

It may seem intangible, but it's more tangible than money. It can help Yang Hu establish himself in that county town and protect his family.

"Dr. Yang, my boss asked me to pass on a message," the waiter said, wiping his sweat. "Old Master Zhou in the city is failing again. All the famous doctors in the city can't cure him. He's missing you!"

Yang Hu paused for a moment, holding the bowl.

Grandpa Zhou, you're bloated!

He was familiar with this disease. It involved a lump in the abdomen, but others didn't know what it was and mistook it for a watery stool or a terminal illness. The more medicine they forced into patients, the fewer people survived. They slowly succumbed to the illness.

"I understand." He put down his bowl. "When I get back, I'll tell your boss that I'll definitely be there within two weeks."

The man said "yes" and ran off happily.

Yang Hu sighed as he looked in the direction of the city.

One wave of work after another.

This time, his job in the city might not be so easy.

After remounting, Liu Ye hadn't gone far when she suddenly pulled on the reins and looked back.

"What happened?" Yang Hu asked her.

"Behind," she said, frowning and keeping her voice low, "ever since we left the neighboring village, I've felt like there's something hanging in the distance, not too far, not too close."

Liu Ye was also a hunter by trade, and he was the best at tracking and identifying tracks when hunting.

Yang Hu remained calm, casually picked up the reins, and glanced behind him out of the corner of his eye.

The road was bustling with pedestrians, but a man wearing a hat and with his head bowed was indeed catching up from a distance, keeping a steady pace, about three to five meters behind them.

Yang Hu's mind raced as he thought.

Along the way, when he left thatched village, not many people knew that he was carrying that box. There could only be two reasons why he could catch up so quickly.

First, Zhao's men had already surrounded Maocao Village, fearing that once his box entered the city, it would fall into the hands of someone capable of taking down the Western Camp.

"Don't look back. Let's proceed normally. Liu Ye, lead the way. Qin Ying, you protect the car from behind. When we get to the small town ahead, there will be more people. Try to get rid of that person hanging there." He said in a low voice, "As for your short dagger, you can take it out anytime."

Liu Ye remained calm and quietly agreed, but her hand was touching the short dagger she had already drawn and placed behind her back.

Qin Ying's face turned gloomy, and she clenched her other hand into a fist.

"They're after the box," she said coldly. "We haven't even entered the city yet, and that huge net inside has already stretched out its claws."