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

"Old Master Zhou's illness? He recovered incredibly quickly!"

After the worms were expelled, the old man received several days of gentle herbal remedies, and his condition improved day by day.

By the fifth day, she was able to walk and eat, and her appetite was even better than before she got sick.

The entire Zhou family treated Yang Hu like a living Buddha.

The day the old man was able to walk, he held Yang Hu's hand, tears streaming down his cloudy eyes.

"My life was saved from the jaws of death by Doctor Yang! If there's anything you need from me in the future, just let me know, Doctor Yang!"

The sight of a prominent grain merchant in the city behaving so humbly towards a mere doctor left all the servants in the room dumbfounded.

The two renowned doctors scurried away the next day without charging a single penny for their consultations.

The young master paid the money and gave a generous gift.

In addition to the initial deposit of fifty taels, there was also one hundred taels of silver, several pieces of silk, and a "pass" from Zhouji Grain Shop. From then on, when Yang Hu came to the city to buy grain, he could use all of Zhouji's shops on credit.

Yang Hu accepted it without hesitation.

Only a fool wouldn't make money when it's available.

This income is enough for him to live in the city for several years.

In addition to the generous gift, the Zhou family also did something significant.

They spent money to find Yang Hu a nice courtyard.

Just east of the city, not far from Zhou's place, stood three small courtyards of blue-brick and tile houses, far superior to the two dilapidated rooms in the inn.

Yang Hu picked him up that very day.

When Lu Yan and Lu Rou left the inn and entered this courtyard, they were both a little stunned.

Lu Yan gently stroked the carved window patterns, her eyes slightly moist.

Since the Lu family fell from grace, she had fled to the border region and had not lived in such a nice house for a long time.

"Young Master..." Lu Yan said in a trembling voice.

"Stay here." Yang Hu placed his medicine box on the table and said calmly, "I treated an old man and got a new place to live. It's not a loss."

Lu Rou chuckled a few times and quickly started packing her things.

She first placed the clothes packed in the box in the appropriate places.

Liu Ye carried her arrows and wandered around the courtyard before finding a house near the back door.

"This one's nice," Liu Ye clapped her hands and laughed. "There's an alley right outside, so it's convenient."

Yang Hu glanced at Liu Ye but didn't say anything.

A maidservant must always find a way out, no matter where she goes.

Just like her.

Qin Ying also came in, but she didn't express the same sentiments as Lu Yan.

He looked around carefully, checking all the doors, windows, and walls before finally sitting down on a chair in the main room.

"Not bad." Qin Ying nodded, a rare occurrence. "High, thick. Hold!"

Yang Hu almost burst out laughing.

When others move to a new house, they focus on whether the house is big and beautiful.

Her concern, however, was whether she could hold on to it.

He really has experience leading troops.

That evening, the first fireworks display was set off in the new courtyard.

Lu Yan was physically weak and couldn't help much. She just helped with small things like making fire sticks, but she always had a smile on her face.

Lu Rou was in charge of cooking, Liu Ye was in charge of chopping firewood, and Qin Ying stood in the yard polishing her short blade.

A simple meal was laid out on the table, and several people were eating together, making it look quite like a family home.

Yang Hu held the bowl and looked at the large group of people.

From that leaky thatched hut in the north to this three-courtyard brick and tile house in the east of the city.

Life is slowly getting better.

He secretly released the man in the straw hat he caught on the road and the hoodlum he caught in the city. They were imprisoned by Liu Ye in the woodshed in the backyard, and he kept the letter from the army sealed with wax firmly in his hand.

Qin Ying continued to smear herself with ash and dress as a woman, simply wandering aimlessly around the courtyard.

Once she arrived in the city, she became even more embarrassed to go out.

Yang Hu was relieved after settling in.

With the Zhou family's connections and this house, they've finally established themselves in the city.

The illness was cured, but the clue buried beneath the Zhou family's property was never forgotten.

These past few days he's been wandering around the Zhou residence, observing things.

Old Zhou is a good person; he seems like an honest man and doesn't look like someone who would do anything shady.

However, the steward and accountant of the mansion are very suspicious. Every few days, he would go outside the city and his expression would be strange when he came back.

On one occasion, he discovered the steward talking to a man he had never seen before at the corner gate. The man's words did not sound like those of a local.

Upon seeing Yang Hu arrive, the two men immediately stopped.

The manager looked at him with a forced, insincere smile.

The grain dealers outside the city, the secret marks in the wax-sealed letters, the furtive steward... everything seemed to be converging on the same point.

However, he kept it to himself and didn't tell anyone.

The case is like brewing Chinese medicine; you can't rush it if the heat isn't right.

He had arranged everything, but things didn't settle down after he cured Old Man Zhou.

It spread everywhere in less than three days.

In the teahouses in the east of the city, you can hear all sorts of things.

"You know, the best doctors in the city all gave up on Old Master Zhou's illness, but a doctor from out of town cured him!"

"I refuse to believe that Old Master Zhou's water drum is something even a god couldn't handle!"

"Heh heh, what he's talking about isn't watery stools at all, it's worms in his stomach! The doctor pulled live worms out of Master Zhou's stomach!"

"Oh my god..."

"What kind of skill is this?"

Several people who had met Yang Hu clicked their tongues in disapproval.

"What do you think? It's strange, really. That doctor was so young, he looked to be just over twenty, barely any hair on his face. What skills could someone so young have?"

"Hmph, don't underestimate him. The doctor who pulled Old Master Zhou out of the underworld wasn't just an ordinary doctor; he was a miracle doctor."

And so, the reputation of "a young miracle doctor in the east of the city" spread throughout the city.

The officials had all noted down this name in the minds of some of the wealthy families in Liancheng.

"Everyone has someone who gets sick. Can't a sick person just die from being sick for a long time?"

There's a way—a miracle doctor who can cure terminal illnesses!

However, these were all shrewd people, secretly speculating about the young doctor's abilities.

More and more people are coming to seek medical treatment, and more and more people are coming to deliver gifts.

Yang Hu doesn't refuse anyone, but he selects some seriously ill patients, and of course, he still charges them for their medical treatment.

Most of what he earned was spent on medicine, supplies, helping homeless people begging in front of his door, and buying clothes for each of the young women in the courtyard.

Having money but not using it for bad purposes is a dead end; spending money wisely makes life truly meaningful.

However, Yang Hu did not expect that the benefits of fame would not be medical consultations and gifts, but rather trouble.

That evening, in a large mansion in the west of the city.

The princess, adorned in gold and silver, reclined on the large bed, listening to the people below her reply.

His surname is Zhao, and he is the only son of Magistrate Zhao in this city. He is known as Young Master Zhao!

He roamed the streets and alleys with impunity, relying on his father's official power; he could take anything he wanted with a simple word.

If someone likes a particular shop, they can force it to be sold at a bargain price with just a few words.

If he takes a fancy to a woman, regardless of her social status, he will forcibly bring her back to his mansion, whether she is married or not.

He caused the deaths of many people, but his own father covered it up.

When the people of the whole city talked about this young master Zhao, everyone shook their heads and sighed.

But no one dared to touch it.

"Reporting to Young Master Zhao, it's that young doctor who just arrived in the east of the city. He cured Master Zhou, and now everyone in the city calls him a miracle doctor."

"A miracle doctor?" The kid yawned.

"It's just a doctor treating people, is it really worth you going to all that trouble?"

The servant smiled obsequiously and moved a little closer.

"How would I know? Young Master, you don't know, do you? That young doctor's house has three or four beautiful women hidden away. They're all like celestial beings. I saw those two women who came out to buy groceries. Their clothes and figures...tsk tsk, Young Master, you've never seen such a perfect couple in your life."

The boy's crooked body slowly straightened up.

A strange, indescribable feeling flashed in his thieving eyes.

"Oh? A quack doctor from out of town, yet he manages to enjoy such a stroke of good fortune?"

The kid licked his lips and stood up.

"Go and keep a close eye on that quack doctor's house in the east of the city!"