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

Whenever the story of the scalded child comes up, the threshold of Yang's Medical Clinic is practically collapsed with people walking around it.

Early in the morning, the alley was completely blocked! The line stretched from the doorway to the street corner, and even the pancake vendors and barbers got a piece of the action.

Aji can now support himself.

For common headaches, fevers, and minor bumps and bruises, Aji would follow the prescriptions left by Yang Hu, taking the pulse, dispensing the medicine, and treating the injuries with great skill.

Today, a man's hands were frostbitten. Aji took a look, got some ointment, and gave him a long lecture on what to avoid and how to keep warm, speaking very knowledgeably.

The man left, thanking Aji profusely, thinking he was some kind of quack doctor!

Yang Hu didn't say anything after reading it, but he nodded inwardly.

This child has grown up!

But even with Aji's help, they still couldn't keep up.

There was only one table on the stage, and the medicine dispensing area behind it was also crowded. The number of people seeking medical treatment increased every day, and Lu Yan was busy dispensing medicine by herself until the sun was setting.

"Young Master," Lu Rou said, bringing over the account book as the store closed that day. "I've tallied up this month's consultation fees."

She gave a number.

Yang Hu raised an eyebrow; it had increased by 3% compared to last month.

"This clinic needs to be expanded," he said.

The biggest challenge right now is that the place is too small.

One table, a few employees, and half the house behind them—if this continues, problems will inevitably arise one day.

Yang Hu considered it for a few days.

The shop next door was originally a closed-down silk shop that had been replaced; it's currently empty. If it were connected to Yang's shop, it could be expanded into a decent medical clinic.

I went to a dental clinic and asked about the prices.

It’s not cheap either.

With so many cases handled at once, most of the consultation fees I've accumulated over this period are gone.

Lu Rou felt heartbroken.

"Oh dear, young master, this time it's going to cost a lot of money again. I've been saving up for so long, and it looks like it's almost empty again!"

"If you hold onto money and don't spend it, you'll die," Yang Hu said. "Once you take over a shop, your clinic will grow bigger, you can treat more people, and you'll make more money. That's called money making money."

Lu Rou seemed to understand but not quite, but she still remembered this debt clearly.

The storefront was taken down, and the wall was knocked down.

The front of the clinic was much more spacious, with three consultation tables set up. A large pharmacy was set up in the back, with items neatly categorized and stacked.

A new sign has been put up at the entrance, with black background and gold lettering, making it look much more impressive.

With this expansion, everyone on the east side of the city street could see it.

Inside the teahouse.

Some people gossiped, "I heard that Doctor Yang from the east of the city has taken over the silk shop next door!"

Someone chimed in, "That's right. Just six months ago, he was a quack doctor from out of town making a living, but now his business has grown so much that even Master Zhou and Scarface from the south of the city are paying him."

An old man next to me took a sip of tea and said, "It really works. My neighbor's son was scalded half of his body by boiling oil. Even Dr. Liu from the west of the city said he couldn't save his arm, but after going to Dr. Yang, the flesh grew back in no time."

When these words reached Yang Hu's ears, he pretended not to hear and continued to sit and see patients.

Lu Yan manages the pharmacy.

She could read, and she wrote down the name, appearance, and uses of each medicine on a small piece of paper and pasted it on the medicine cabinet. She knew exactly what medicine to use with what medicine, and how many grams.

Lu Rou is in charge of the accounts.

She remembered everything perfectly: how much money came in, how much went out, which pharmacies delivered the goods, and the wages of the shop assistants. If a customer carelessly miscalculated and was owed a few dollars, she would immediately calculate it out and reveal the exact amount, making the customer blush with embarrassment and never dare to try anything funny again.

Yang Hu laughed as he listened to Lu Yan's words.

This girl is no longer the obsequious maid she used to be.

Aji helped Yang Hu with his medical practice, did odd jobs, and learned skills.

The clinic's business improved, but Yang Hu still had one thing on his mind.

Medicinal herbs.

The medicinal herbs in the pharmacy are either the most expensive or the worst.

If the processing of some medicinal materials is not up to standard, the effect will be less effective.

If something is missing that can save a life, then a life is lost.

He then thought of the medicinal herb garden in the village.

"I want my own medicinal herb garden," he said to Lu Yan. "We can grow and process the commonly used ingredients ourselves, which will save money and ensure they are authentic."

Lu Yan nodded: "Young Master is right, but land is scarce in the city, where can we plant it?"

"suburbs!"

This matter fell to Liu Ye.

She came from the mountains and was an expert at identifying medicinal herbs and geography. She could clearly explain which areas in the suburbs faced south and were sunny, which had fertile soil, and which were damp due to water, after visiting a few times.

These past few days, she's been running around the outskirts of the city every day, carrying her hunting bow and traversing the barren fields and hills north and west of the city, explaining the geography and climate there to Yang Hu in detail.

Yang Hu was not idle either.

As the clinic grew, a medicinal herb garden was to be built. Everything involved both income and expenses, so every day, in addition to seeing patients, he would start thinking about income and expenses, what needed to be spent, and what needed to be saved.

He never saved any of the money he earned from consultations.

One day, an old woman with a pale face brought a feverish child to see the doctor. She was a refugee from a northern refugee area and had very little money. Yang Hu examined her, wrote a prescription, and refused to take a single penny. In the end, he even gave her two coins so she could buy some food to warm herself up.

The old lady was so grateful that she cried tears of joy.

Aji watched from the side and whispered, "Master, won't you leave some money for yourself?"

"What's the point of keeping money?" Yang Hu patted Aji's head. "To heal a patient, you must first heal their heart, not their money. You'll understand this sooner or later."

Aji nodded as if he understood but not quite.

When the family sits together for dinner in the evening

Lu Rou held the account book and talked on and on about how much money she had spent this month.

Lu Yan served Yang Hu a bowl of soup.

Liu Ye threw up the prey she had hunted during the day.

Qin Ying sat in the corner, wiping her dagger.

As the clinic grew, it acquired its own medicinal herb garden, and everything required money. But Yang Hu's money came easily!

These people in the city who suffered from the ravages of war, who were struggling to make ends meet, would come and get some medicine, and the cost would be waived if possible.

In the past two days, I also helped a widowed couple with a child.

"Your clinic," Qin Ying said casually, wiping her knife, "doesn't seem like a money vault."

"The treasury, of course it's open!" Yang Hu picked up a piece of meat with his chopsticks. "Money is just a dead thing if you hold it in your hand; you have to spend it."

Qin Ying did not speak.

But the cloth used to wipe the knife stopped on the blade, and under the light, the person's eyes were lowered, and their lips trembled slightly.

On this day, Liu Ye returned from the outskirts of the city, but her face did not look very good.

"I've looked at that plot of land." He sat down and took a sip of water. "It's on the north side of the city, near the water, facing the sun but not in the shade. It's perfect for growing medicinal herbs."

"But... that area is near a rocky hill."

Yang Hu paused, his teacup still in his hand.

A rocky hill.

The group of people protecting Zhou Ji's car and carrying the goods, who looked exactly like the barbarian bandit who killed Liu Ye's father back then, were there.

"I'm going to take a walk around the outskirts of the city," Liu Ye said in a low voice. "I saw several guys leading packhorses toward the rocky hills. The way they were binding their goods clearly showed they were heading towards the border."

Yang Hu frowned.

Buying land to grow medicinal herbs is a good thing on the surface, but this land in the north of the city happens to be next to that shady place.

Was it a coincidence, or...?

He didn't continue speaking.

Some clues in his mind were gently stirred again: the Zhou family's rice, the bandits in Luanshigang, and the delivery of goods to the outside of the pass. He hadn't caught the big hand hiding in the deepest part of the world he was looking for even a day.

Now it seems that by buying the medicine seeds, I've actually moved my feet closer to that area.

Is this the land I wanted to buy...?

Yang Hu looked out the window at the pitch blackness.

The lights are bright, a warm and peaceful life unfolds.

I picked up the tea and took a sip.

buy.

Why don't you buy it?

Yang Hu looked out the window at the pitch-black night.