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

The news that the guards had repelled the robbers had been circulating in the city for almost half a month.

Yang Hu continued to see patients as usual and stayed in his herb garden as usual, not taking the matter seriously.

But at noon that day, an unexpected distinguished guest arrived at Yang's Medical Clinic!

A burly man in a clerk's robe and a knife at his waist walked into the shop.

His face was dark, and his eyebrows were thick, giving him the look of a rough, seasoned soldier.

"Excuse me, who are you...?"

"Our shop owner is Doctor Yang!"

"May I ask your honorable surname, sir?"

The man clasped his hands in a fist salute. "I am Wang Dutou of the city defense battalion! I am in charge of patrolling the entire city and tracking down thieves!"

They came to see Yang Hu not for medical treatment.

"Dr. Yang, there's something I need your help with..."

Chief Wang whispered, "We were robbed by people from Luanshigang when we were sending relief grain north."

A few days ago, a shipment of grain was robbed, and the guards who were escorting it lost their lives. Two bags of grain were stolen.

This grain is intended to be sent to several severely affected villages in the north.

Stealing it would cut off the food supply for these hundreds of people!

"Dr. Yang," Chief Wang looked at Yang Hu, "you went to this road to the north some time ago and drove away the bandits over at Luanshigang!"

Besides, you're a renowned old doctor in the city; you could help out if there are any wounded people on the road!

Do you want Yang Hu to join the team?

"Okay... but I have to say, I'm not in the military, nor am I a soldier. I'm a doctor!"

"Those matters of murder and arson are for you to decide, Chief Wang. We're only treating patients and saving lives right now."

Chief Wang laughed heartily: "Dr. Yang, you're too kind!"

He clenched his fist tightly!

The day we set off.

Yang Hu, along with Liu Ye and Qin Ying disguised as their medicine boy, smeared white powder on their face and huddled on the grain cart!

"Dead people" are definitely not allowed, but she knows the things on this road better than anyone else.

The cart, loaded with grain, left the city and headed north!

We walked for half a day, crossing the mountain.

All along the way, there were hillsides piled up with rocks.

Qin Ying sat beside the grain cart, her large eyes fixed on it.

Hillsides, rocks, and birds in the sky!

We're almost at a mountain pass where the slope decreases.

She suddenly murmured something, which only Yang Hu heard.

"There's trouble around here! The hillside is high here, and the hillside is high there too, and the road in the middle is narrow!"

The cars were all crammed together, unable to escape. Her voice was very low.

"Look closely at that pile of stones in front of us. They were just moved; they were specifically designed to block our view!"

Others just thought it was an ordinary stone blocking the middle of the road.

But she could see through the clues!

Yang Hu remained calm and leaned close to Chief Wang, saying, "I think something's not right ahead. Should we send a few men to scout ahead?"

Wang Dutou was stunned for a moment, but given his military background, he quickly recovered.

They told the group to stop, and some people climbed up the hillside!

That's right!

Behind a pile of rubble, there were more than a dozen people, armed with knives, clubs, bows and crossbows.

The group from Luanshigang numbered twice as many as the group that blocked their way last time.

Wang Dutou's face darkened, and he muttered a curse under his breath.

If we had stopped a little later, everyone on the bus would have plunged into the mountain pass, and we would have been attacked from both sides at once, leaving no time to fight back.

"Hey hey..." A whistle rang out, and the ambush began.

Wang Dutou led his troops to meet them, and immediately a flurry of flashing blades ensued.

But the bandits were ruthless and had the advantage of terrain. This time they were twice as aggressive, and the government troops were defeated as soon as they engaged them.

Seeing that the grain carts he was protecting were about to fall apart, Yang Hu remained calm.

He had heard Qin Ying talk a lot about the war over the past few months.

"Don't scatter!" he shouted in a loud voice. "Form ranks, back to the grain carts, and carry the wounded to the back of the carts!"

This sentence woke up Chief Wang.

The officers and soldiers huddled together in a circle, their backs to the grain carts, and unleashed a barrage of swords and spears.

The robbers charged several times, but they couldn't break through the defenses.

During the stalemate, a stray arrow shot from the hillside and pierced the shoulder of a government soldier.

The soldier cried out in pain and immediately collapsed to the ground.

Blood flowed down the arrow shaft. Yang Hu rushed forward first. The arrow hadn't penetrated deep into the flesh, only failing to break the bone. He pressed one hand on the shoulder and used the other to twist the arrowhead and pull it out. He then applied some strong liquor, bandaged it up, and pulled the man back into the ranks.

"It's stopped! He can still shout and yell, he can live!" This loud shout was directed at the wounded soldier, but also at all the officers and soldiers—the pillar of the battle must not be broken!

One by one, the wounded were rescued and reinstated. No one was sacrificed in vain. The bandits, unable to break through the encirclement, had their morale eroded. After Liu Ye seized the opportunity to break out, a fierce battle ensued, and they were forced back.

They left behind a few captured robbers and ran back up the mountain.

Chief Wang's eyes turned red with anger, and he drew his sword, ready to lead his men to chase after them.

"Chase after them and wipe out their hideout!"

Yang Hu blocked it.

"Captain Wang, we're carrying the life-saving grain for hundreds of people. If we chase them to that area, there's no village or shop in sight, which suits them just fine!" he said. "The grain is the most important thing. We can settle the score for suppressing the bandits later."

Wang Dutou took a deep breath, his chest heaving for a long time, but he swallowed his anger and spat on the ground angrily, ultimately not giving chase.

He crouched down and spoke a few words to one of the captured leaders. The man was stubborn, and despite being stabbed by Liu Ye's short dagger, he finally managed to say a few words—exactly the same as the confession he had obtained when the guards stopped him last time:

The truckload of goods, including the weekly journals, was shipped separately to the area outside the customs.

He didn't ask any further questions.

This lead had already been finalized; what he wanted today was something else entirely.

With the grain on board, the convoy avoided the pass and arrived safely at a village to the north.

Hundreds of people affected by the disaster surrounded the grain cart, young and old, kneeling in a large group.

An old man, holding a bag of grain he had received, knelt down and kowtowed three times to the group, tears streaming down his face.

There are two grandsons in the family who have been starving for three days and are desperately waiting for a bite of food to save their lives!

This batch of rice saved their lives.

An old man from the village pulled at Chief Wang, insisting that a monument to longevity be erected for the city garrison. Chief Wang waved his hand, pointing to Yang Hu beside him, and said, "If it weren't for Dr. Yang's ability to see it, our line would probably have perished in the rocky wasteland again!"

Back in the city, Chief Wang really didn't mistreat Yang Hu...

After returning and reporting the matter, he recounted in detail how Yang Hu had uncovered the ambush and how he had remained calm in the face of danger, saving the starving people. The city defense battalion not only commended Yang Hu for his merit, but even the head constable in charge of patrols began to have designs on this "military-savvy" doctor: "How about we meet sometime?"

For the first time, a doctor who treats patients has gained some status by being placed above officials.

That night, inside the house, under the lamplight, Qin Ying placed the dagger on her lap, but made no attempt to wipe it clean.

"Your deployment tonight to protect the grain was truly fearless in the face of danger," she said, looking at Yang Hu. "Even the veterans in the city defense battalion aren't as steady as you."

"I've jotted down some of the principles of military life, and they've come in handy," Yang Hu said with a smile.

Qin Ying remained silent for a moment, then suddenly spoke up: "I've seen many people in the army who make a living through their skills. Today's incident—discovering the ambush, stabilizing morale, and rescuing the entire relief grain convoy—is enough to earn you a commendation!"

Her tone was very serious, and the hint of fierceness between her brows vanished without a trace.

However, this is not good news either.

As Yang Hu's fame grew, more and more people began to set their sights on him...

On the very day the caravan returned to the city, Zhao Yanei from the west of the city led his horse to the east of the city.

The servant had been keeping a close eye on the information he'd heard these past few days, and he couldn't contain himself any longer; he wanted to see these legendary ladies for himself.

From afar, he was captivated. One was dignified, another was graceful, and yet the third, despite being covered in ash, exuded an indescribable air of heroism.

The young master licked his lips, then turned and tossed out a remark: "Keep an eye on it. Nothing I set my sights on, I can't take!"

Yang Hu had no idea that this newfound fame would bring him more than just official recognition...

Instead, it's an increasingly negative view.