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

Therefore, only after Old Master Zhou recovered from his illness was Yang Hu able to establish a firm foothold.

The Zhou family rented a large courtyard house with three courtyards. The four women came out of the inn, and the family was finally reunited.

In the teahouse and outside the pharmacy, everyone was talking about the twenty-year-old doctor who snatched Old Master Zhou's life from the clutches of Yama, the King of Hell.

Of course... this reputation is a double-edged sword.

Zhao Yanei's men from the west of the city were still loitering outside. Yang Hu instructed the people in the courtyard not to go out unnecessarily. Liu Yezi followed Lu Rou and the others around like a little shadow. The waters in the city are much deeper than in the village.

At noon that day, someone came to our house.

The young master of Jishetang in the south of the city, surnamed Sun, was in his thirties and had a face full of sorrow.

His father, the old shopkeeper, had been ill for more than three months. He had seen several famous doctors in the city, but his condition was getting worse and worse, and he was on the verge of death!

"I could still go out a few days ago, but for the last two or three days, I haven't been able to eat a single bite. My chest is constantly cramping, and I'm sweating profusely from the pain." As Sun Shaodong spoke, his eyes began to redden. "All the famous doctors in the city have given up. I only just heard that Dr. Yang cured Old Master Zhou's illness, so I shamelessly came to you for a checkup!"

He also brought a large box of gifts, hoping to drag Doctor Yang out the door.

So...

Yang Hu carried his medicine box and went to check on him.

Jishengtang was the largest and most famous pharmacy in the south of the city. The owner, Old Sun, was himself a renowned doctor, and he only hired experienced physicians with decades of experience. In three months, he consulted three famous doctors: the first diagnosed stomach pain, the second indigestion, and the third liver qi stagnation. He consumed an entire basket of medicine, but he grew weaker day by day.

When Yang Hu arrived, an old doctor with a white beard had just written a prescription.

The white-bearded man curled his lip and snorted through his nostrils: "The Sun family is grasping at straws in their desperation. How could a mere brat outdo me in 40 years of service?"

Yang Hu didn't respond and walked to the bedside.

Old Manager Sun's face was pale, his lips were tinged with grease, and his forehead was glistening with sweat.

Yang Hu asked him a couple of questions.

I have a dull, aching pain in my chest that radiates to my shoulders and arms. It flares up when I'm tired, and when it does, it feels like a huge rock is pressing on my chest. It takes half a day of rest to recover. This problem started about six months ago, but I initially thought it was just indigestion from eating too much and didn't pay much attention to it.

He peeked at the old shopkeeper's eyelids and then had Zhang open his mouth to check the color of his tongue.

Finally, I placed my hand on his pulse.

The pulse comes and goes, irregular and unpredictable. It jumps two or three times and then gets stuck in one leg.

Yang Hu roughly understood the situation.

This isn't a stomach ache; the pain is in my chest, extending to my shoulders and arms. It flares up when I'm tired, and I'm pale and my pulse is irregular—the problem is in my heart. Those people in the city treated my heart problem as a stomach issue, giving me digestive and gas-relieving medication for three months, but none of them worked. No wonder it's getting worse!

Just as Yang Hu was about to speak, Old Manager Sun suddenly cried out "Wah!" and clutched his chest with both hands.

Her face turned deathly pale instantly.

Cold sweat broke out instantly, his lips turned purple and his tongue turned black, and his Adam's apple bobbed as if he was about to suffocate.

Panic filled the room. Young Master Sun rushed over, crying, "Father! Father, what's wrong?"

The old doctor's white beard trembled as he said, "I told you to let this quack cause trouble. If someone dies, I won't be responsible."

Yang Hu ignored him.

"Don't panic, lie flat, tilt your head back."

The sound wasn't loud, but it filled the entire room.

He grabbed the old shopkeeper's wrist, and with his other hand, he used his thumb and forefinger to pinch a certain acupoint on the old shopkeeper's wrist, pinched it hard, and then took out a packet of medicine powder, poured it into hot water, pried open the old shopkeeper's gums, and poured it down his throat.

Everyone in the room was dumbfounded.

After a while of burning incense.

The old shopkeeper's bluish-purple face gradually faded, his breathing slowed down, and his clenched hands slowly relaxed.

He let out a long breath and weakly opened his eyes:

"No...it doesn't hurt as much anymore."

Everyone in the room looked at Yang Hu.

Yang Hu put away the needles and said, "This disease is in the heart meridian, not the stomach. You have mistaken heart pain for stomach pain and have been treating it for three months with medicine to clear stagnation. If the medicine is not right for the condition, it is like having the key but not being able to open the lock. If this continues, the stagnation in the heart meridian will cause a major disaster."

The white-bearded old doctor's face turned from red to green and then to white. He opened his mouth for a long time, but couldn't utter a single word.

Old Manager Sun himself was only a novice, and he lay there staring blankly at Yang Hu.

The illness dragged on for three months, and none of the experienced doctors in the city took it seriously. A young doctor, not even twenty years old, could diagnose it with just one pulse.

"My heart... no wonder those digestive aids are getting more and more clogged."

Young Master Sun knelt down on the ground with a thud and kowtowed three times.

"Gods! It was that brat's blindness that almost ruined my father's life!"

Old Manager Sun struggled to get up and thank him, but Yang Hu pressed him down.

"Lie down properly," Yang Hu said. "Your heart meridian has been stagnant for more than just a day or two. From now on, try to avoid overworking yourself, eat less fatty food, and don't get angry. I'll prescribe a medicine for you to slowly regulate your body. Once your blood and qi flow smoothly, this pain will occur less often."

He picked up his pen and wrote down a prescription to improve blood circulation, along with some emergency pills, and explained in detail how to take them: when the chest pain is severe, immediately take one pill, lie down in bed, do not stand up, and do not do anything strenuous, and absolutely do not drink any digestive medicine that is forced down your throat.

The Sun family was extremely grateful and, in addition to the consultation fee, brought a lot of high-quality medicinal herbs.

Old Manager Sun, lying on the bed panting, patted his chest and said, "Dr. Yang, if you need any medicine in the future, the doors of Jishetang will always be open for you."

Yang Hu bowed in gratitude.

This method of preparing medicinal herbs is exactly what we need right now.

Within a few days, the news that "Yang Hu cured Old Manager Sun's 'incurable disease' in the south of the city" spread throughout half of the city.

"Oh my, do you know that old shopkeeper Sun from the south of the city? He's been sick for months, and several old doctors in the city said he wouldn't make it. They even prepared his coffin. But then a young doctor came, did a few acupuncture needles, and he came back to life!" In the teahouse, there was someone next to the storyteller chatting away.

"I heard that those old, renowned doctors spent three months searching but couldn't find anything wrong, while this guy knew the problem just by taking a pulse!"

"A true healer is one who can pull people out of the underworld!"

Those old doctors who had been gossiping in the teahouse, saying that Yang Hu and his group were just lucky quacks, now fell silent and dared not utter a sound.

On my way home, the stars were already starting to appear in the sky.

Lu Yan was sorting out the herbs that the Sun family had sent for him, arranging them neatly and categorizing them one by one.

"These are all very good things, young master, this trip was definitely worthwhile." As she helped him sort the medicine, her eyes were full of smiles.

Lu Rou was inside, fiddling with her abacus, chanting incessantly. Liu Ye had just returned from outside, carrying two plump wild rabbits, saying she wanted to cook them all a meal.

Qin Ying sat at the courtyard gate, a knife resting on her lap, but she didn't move. She wasn't much of a talker to begin with, and when she glanced at Yang Hu, the coldness she once displayed in the village was much less pronounced.

The courtyard was filled with the smoke of cooking fires.

Looking at him, Yang Hu was not completely at ease.

He also stayed up very late at night.

During this time, he had been wandering around the city and discovered something: the story of Zhouji Grain Store.

The details of the grain trucks coming and going, the unfamiliar faces, and the people in the city who were there to meet them... everything seemed to be heading in the same direction, but they just couldn't be pieced together to form a complete clue.

He still hadn't figured out who was behind this connection.

But he had enough patience, just like when seeing a doctor, taking the pulse, asking about the symptoms, slowly digging and digging, even the most stubborn knot could be pried out one by one.

There was only one thing he didn't notice that day.

In the west of the city, the woman with the double eyelids who had been staring at Lord Zhao in his mansion was now looking at more than just the beautiful woman beside him.