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

The clinic in the east of the city has opened.

The shop was chosen with the help of Old Man Sun; it consisted of three interconnected large buildings, with the clinic in the front and the pharmacy and warehouse in the back.

The sign is there, but the name isn't anything fancy; it's just two characters: Yang Ji.

On the opening day, quite a few people from the city came to show their support.

The Zhou family sent a plaque with gilded characters, the Sun family sent two baskets of good medicinal herbs, and even the old doctors who had previously been gossiping about Yang Hu, seeing his current reputation, held back and brought a generous gift.

People lined up on the street early in the morning to see the doctor. Some wanted to see a doctor for rare and difficult cases, while others were curious to see what the young miracle doctor looked like.

Yang Hu was on duty, Lu Rou was in charge of the accounts, and they also hired two clever servants to fetch medicine and run errands.

Lu Yan didn't want to wander around too much, so she stayed in the back pharmacy, handling everything from getting the medicine to preparing the prescriptions.

She was more reliable than the two young men in knowing exactly how much of each herb to use and which two herbs shouldn't be decocted together.

Liu Ye stood outside, a short dagger tucked into her waistband. Anyone who wanted to take advantage of the chaos dared not cause any trouble.

With the clinic open, Yang Hu's influence in the city became even stronger.

Just a few days after opening, something happened.

That noon, several burly men carried a person and rushed into the clinic in a panic.

The man lying there was around twenty years old, with a bluish-gray face, foaming at the mouth, and convulsing all over, looking like he was about to die at any moment.

"Dr. Yang! Help!" The leader, a burly man with a thick neck and fleshy features, had a voice that made the rafters vibrate. "My brother is possessed, and none of the doctors in town dare to take him on. Please, save his life!"

The crowd queuing at the clinic suddenly parted ways.

Someone who recognized these men secretly tugged at the man next to him and whispered, "They're the henchmen of the local bully. They make a living by lending money at exorbitant interest rates and protecting his territory in the south of the city. They're used to running rampant, and nobody in the whole city dares to mess with them."

"This guy must be someone important to frighten even the 'Sitting Tiger' into bringing him here as a guest."

Yang Hu remained calm and had the man carried onto the examination table.

He rolled his eyelids over to look, then pried open his mouth to examine his tongue coating, and then squatted down to smell his breath.

There was a faint, indescribable smell, but Yang Hu had a good idea of ​​what it was.

It's not an illness.

It's poison.

"What did you eat and drink?" he asked in a deep voice while administering acupuncture. "Tell me everything clearly."

The burly man froze, then quickly thought for a moment, "At noon... I just grabbed a few bites of food and drank a pot of wine at a street stall over there..."

"Where's the alcohol? Where did it come from?"

"It was given to me by...a complete stranger..." The man's face changed color. "I'll curse your ancestors for eight generations!"

Yang Hu became even more certain.

His jaw was clenched, he was foaming at the mouth, and his limbs were twitching uncontrollably...

It is poisoning, and it has already progressed to the point of demonic possession, affecting the internal organs.

If it had been any later, he would have been gone.

It was too late to induce vomiting; the poison had already entered his stomach. Yang Hu acted decisively.

He took a silver needle, flicked his wrist slightly, and quickly inserted the needle into several parts of his body to stabilize the dissipating energy.

He then called over a servant who brought several herbs that could detoxify and protect the heart. The servant ground them into powder in a small mortar, dissolved the powder in water, pried open the tightly closed teeth, and had Yang Hu pour the powder into the mouth little by little.

The poison has already reached my stomach; how can just taking medicine be enough?

We need to find a way to get this young man to expel all these things, and then help him protect his heart, so that he has a chance to live.

"Bring over a few more buckets of hot water," he ordered. "Warm water."

What followed was agonizing.

The burly man scratched his head and rubbed his hands, glancing between his brother lying on the bed and Yang Hu, muttering incantations over and over: "Will it work or not, Doctor Yang? My brother can't die..."

"Shut up!" Yang Hu said without looking up. "Nothing you say will make a difference. It depends on your medicine and how tough his own life is."

Those waiting in the line held their breath, afraid to even breathe. They didn't dare blink, watching their brother on the bed, who had recovered a little from his bruises, yet they worried that he might suddenly pass away.

A full half hour passed, and the entire room remained completely still.

The young man suddenly strained and spat out a mouthful of phlegm.

It was a filthy, foul-smelling mess that made everyone present back away.

However, a strange phenomenon occurred after vomiting.

His bluish complexion slowly began to improve.

The twitching stopped, and the rapid breathing began to calm down.

After a while, he slowly woke up.

He weakly hummed in agreement: "Alive... my brother is alive..."

The burly man, wiping away tears, suddenly rushed forward and knelt directly in front of Yang Hu: "Thank you, Dr. Yang, you are like the father and mother of my brother..."

Yang Hu braced his arm against his, preventing him from kneeling at his feet.

"No need to thank me yet," he said calmly. "Your brother's poison has been mostly cured, but his health has been damaged, and he needs to recuperate for a while. Also..."

He glanced at the burly man.

"You should investigate anyone he's been drinking with; this drug is deadly!"

The man's face darkened instantly, and the ferocity in his eyes became incredibly terrifying.

"Thank you for your advice, Dr. Yang." He gritted his teeth and said, "We at the Sit-on-the-Ground Tiger Hall will remember this debt!"

He left behind a heavy silver ingot as a gift, then took the revived man with him and left.

The onlookers looked at Yang Hu with even more fear in their eyes.

Previously, some people had criticized Yang Hu behind his back, calling him all show and no substance, but now no one dares to think that way anymore.

Even the local bully and his gang from the south of the city came to him to beg and thank him.

This young miracle doctor's reputation is getting stronger and stronger.

Yang Hu returned home after get off work in the evening.

Lu Rou counted the money she had earned that day.

"This one ingot of silver today... is enough for our clinic's rice expenses for a month! The local tyrants are really generous!"

Qin Ying stood to the side, but frowned.

"The local tyrant, that's the local bully in the south of the city." Her voice was indifferent.

However, they are professionals.

"A cup of poisoned wine was poured into the hands of Zuo Di Hu's men without anyone noticing... The poisoner was either a mortal enemy or someone even more ruthless than Zuo Di Hu."

Ordinary enemies wouldn't dare do this.

Yang Hu looked at her.

Having led troops and witnessed large-scale events, his insight is far more discerning than others.

"Yes, that's what I think too." He nodded.

Yang Hu, however, was not at ease.

Sitting Tiger is a local tyrant in the south of the city, with connections to casinos, pawnshops, and porters.

Today, his men were cured of the poison under his care.

They were good friends.

From then on, it became much easier for him to run errands and gather information in the south of the city.

The spies and informants in the southern part of the city are definitely more well-informed than those on the official side.

This sum... this sum is easy to settle.

But who administered that deadly poisoned wine, and to whom?

Yang Hu had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

The person who can secretly pour out a pot of poisoned wine in front of a sitting tiger is definitely not a small fry.

However, it's best for Sit-down Tiger to investigate this matter.

He'd be happy to do a favor.

What he wanted was not that ingot of silver.

He wanted to find the local spies and informants in the southern part of the city.

These past few days, I've been seeing doctors and making connections with all sorts of people, from the east to the west of the city. I have my own trump cards to play.

He secretly transported grain from the city at night and kept track of the meager supplies from the military region. He listened to and remembered everything that happened in the city, but he didn't lift a finger or utter a word.

By winning over the local tyrant, he gained access to informants from all walks of life in the south of the city.

Although some things are hidden and difficult to see clearly at the moment, once you find the local bigwig, these things will be much easier to handle.

Yang Hu saw all these things and kept them in mind, but he remained silent.

By affiliating with the largest underworld force in the city, Chengnan Ermu, and various other groups, one can firmly establish one's foothold.

Going forward, whether it's for the safety of his family or for doing other things, having a solid foundation is the most important thing.