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

The gate of the Zhou residence was even more magnificent than Yang Hu had imagined.

The vermilion gate, with its bronze rings and animal heads, stands majestically before a pair of stone lions.

A row of servants stood at the entrance, dressed in blue robes and small hats, all of whom gave people a disdainful look.

Compared to the dilapidated courtyards in the northern frontier, this is a truly wealthy family's home!

Manager Sun led the way, bowing and scraping the entire way.

The steward who was with Yang Hu, however, was looking at him sideways.

When the butler saw that the "miracle doctor" they had invited was just a little kid, his eyebrows furrowed so deeply they could have trapped a fly, and he walked much slower than before, clearly showing his distrust of the man.

Yang Hu carried the box on his back, but his expression remained unchanged.

Qin Ying wiped her eyes, lowered her head, and followed behind him like a servant, but her eyes secretly observed the front, back, left, and right of the house.

Yang Hu wouldn't be idle either.

Because this Zhou Mansion was the residence of the owner of Zhou Ji in the east of the city.

Could the "grain shop" mentioned in the "live prisoners and thugs" sent out be located inside this secluded mansion?

As I walked, I made a mental record of the house's structure and the people who came and went.

Curing illness is the obvious way.

If you look at this line, it's hidden.

After passing through two or three courtyards, we finally arrived at the inner residence.

Before even reaching the house, one could already hear crying coming from inside.

The person lying on the hospital bed was a thin old man.

His face was pale and his eyes were sunken.

However, his belly was extremely fat, like a large pot had been placed on top of him, and his skin was taut with visible blue veins, which looked quite frightening.

This is Grandpa Zhou!

The old man was on his deathbed and had not eaten or drunk anything for several days.

The maid by the bedside was trying to feed him water spoonful by spoonful, but the water kept spilling out of the old man's mouth, making it impossible for him to drink.

Judging by its appearance, it can probably only last a few days at most.

The entire room was filled with thick black smoke and fog, making it feel suffocating.

A group of people surrounded the bed.

Among them was a middle-aged man dressed in fine clothes and looking anxious; he must be the young master of this family.

The wives and maids all burst into tears.

The other two men, dressed smartly and with white beards, were renowned doctors in the city.

When these two renowned doctors saw Yang Hu, they both frowned in disdain.

The old man with the white beard who was leading the group sized him up first, then grunted through his nose:

"Manager Sun, is this the young man you've brought?"

"You're still wet behind the ears, and you're barely out of your wits, yet you think you can treat the old man?"

The person next to him also shook his head.

"The old man has contracted edema, which is incurable by medicine. Even we doctors who have been practicing medicine for decades can't do anything about him. What can a mere kid do? He's probably just trying to swindle money."

A look of conflict crossed the young master of the Zhou family's face.

Manager Sun, sweating profusely, hurriedly tried to smooth things over: "Gentlemen, please calm down. This Doctor Yang is a miracle doctor in the village."

The white-bearded old man, the "miracle doctor," laughed loudly, "I think a charlatan is more appropriate."

Yang Hu did not respond.

He's only been here a few days, but he's heard it a lot.

Is arguing useful?

Curing the disease is what truly matters.

He looked at the two old men.

After working for decades, he can't even tell the difference between insect drums anymore, yet he's being diagnosed with a terminal illness like water drum. No wonder he's getting worse and worse.

No wonder all the famous doctors in the city were powerless to help.

It's not that treating the disease is difficult.

It's because they simply can't see where the illness is.

He rushed straight to the bed and then squatted down.

He reached out and took the old man's pulse.

Suddenly, everything went silent.

Everyone stared at the outstretched hand taking a pulse.

Yang Hu's expression remained unchanged.

It was heavy, fine, and taut.

He lifted the old man's eyelids again, then bent down to sniff, and then put his hand there and knocked hard.

dong dong dong...

It's not water.

If it were truly a water drum, striking it would produce a hollow sound.

He also noticed several places that no one else could see.

The old man's nails had turned black, and there were faint black spots in the whites of his eyes. The same was true inside his tongue when he opened his lips.

These seemingly insignificant minor ailments were, in the eyes of the two old men, signs that death was imminent.

But in his view, all of these pieces of evidence pointed to the same ailment.

His prediction came true.

What kind of water drum is this?

It's an insect.

The old man's stomach was full of worms.

As the worms accumulate, they form large clumps that block the intestines, causing gas and bloating, which is why the stomach swells up so much.

In his world, it wasn't a big problem; a few injections of insecticide would expel the worms and everything would be fine.

But he wouldn't say that.

If he says that, who in the room will believe him?

"Hmm." The young master of the Zhou family came over and asked, "Little miracle doctor, is there really any hope for my father?"

Yang Hu withdrew his hand and stood up.

"There's hope."

The two words are plain and unremarkable.

But it exploded with a loud bang.

"There's hope?" The white-bearded old man was so angry his beard twitched. "You brat, bullshit! Even we can't cure the old man's illness, and you say there's hope?"

"Exactly!" another person chimed in. "Kid, you're shameless! You dare to use human lives to swindle our money?"

The young master of the Zhou family's face turned pale and then red.

He hoped someone could cure his father, but he was also afraid of being scammed.

Yang Hu was not in a hurry to refute.

He opened the box, took out a pen and paper, quickly wrote out a prescription, and handed it over.

Upon seeing this, his expression changed drastically.

He didn't know anything about medicine.

But he did know some of the names of that medicine.

They are all potent and toxic drugs.

He knew exactly what was going on.

Fight poison with poison.

The toxins in these herbs kill without drawing blood; they kill the worms in a person's stomach.

If he gets the dosage right, the insects will die, and he will live. If the dosage isn't controlled properly, it will harm his own body.

That depends on his two hands; those two fingers on his hands are very precious.

Others might see this as a potent and dangerous medicine, but he saw it as a miraculous cure to save lives.

"This...this is a prescription! Young Master's hands are trembling. Aren't these poisons?"

The two renowned doctors beside him glanced at it, their expressions changed drastically, and then they let out a cold laugh.

"Fine," the white-bearded man's voice changed as he looked at the prescription. "This old man is already in such a bad state, and you're still giving him this potent medicine? Is it medicine to cure the old man or medicine to kill him?"

"It's you who's trying to harm the young master!" the old doctor roared. "Young master, you absolutely mustn't let him do this. If he takes this medicine, the old master will die tonight."

The maids and women in the room burst into tears again.

The young master of the Zhou family held the prescription in his hand, his palms sweating. Looking at his dying father and then at the young boy who was about his age, he was really torn between believing the two doctors who had been practicing medicine for decades and the potent medicine that the young boy was talking about.

Everyone in the room turned their attention to Yang Hu.

Qin Ying, sitting in the corner, pretended to be his wife, keeping her head down and not saying a word. However, Yang Hu knew that the knife in her small hand was already prepared.

If that were really the case, she would definitely be the first to take action.

But Yang Hu wasn't afraid at all.

He knew he had to get through this hurdle today. If he wanted to cure his grandfather's illness and establish himself here, he had to make everyone in the house take these so-called potent medicines.

After he stood up, his gaze did not fall on the two old doctors, but instead fell on the young master of the Zhou family.

"Listen to me, use this medicine tonight, and I guarantee your grandfather will be able to eat in three days!" He didn't speak loudly, but every word was clear.

When he got to this point, everyone else in the room, including the two renowned doctors, was speechless and couldn't say a word.

The room was completely silent.

The young master of the Zhou family glanced back and forth between Yang Hu and the prescription.

My father's life now rests entirely on the shoulders of his young master.