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

This burly man with broad shoulders and a thick waist had been loitering in the alley for several days in a row.

He didn't go to the doctor or buy medicine; he just watched Yang's shop from afar.

The sun sets in the west, and the lamps are lit later, who knows!

Yang Hu takes this matter very seriously.

In the few days since becoming a doctor, Yang Hu has developed a pair of long-eyed eyes.

He was no ordinary neighbor; this burly man had a broad waist and thick back, excellent leg strength, and a bulging weapon hanging from his waist.

Let Liu Ye keep an eye on it.

Liu Ye was a stranger, but he was also good at hunting down mountain bandits. He was a master at this kind of work. He took a few coins, pretended to buy needles and thread, and went up to the tea stall where the guy was resting. He started to chat with him casually.

Within two days, the truth was uncovered.

"A servant from the Zhao Tongpan residence in the west of the city," Liu Ye said as she returned, her eyes sparkling like a mountain spring: "I gave him a bowl of tea, and he got all cocky. He even took out his waist token and started eyeing our courtyard. It's not like it's just been a day or two."

Yang Hu began to ponder.

Zhao Tongpan was a powerful official in the western part of the city.

He had previously cured Old Master Zhou and had gained some reputation in the city;

He then accompanied the city defense battalion on a mission to protect grain supplies in the northern region, earning a small merit.

But these two reasons have absolutely nothing to do with the Zhao family.

What are the people from the Zhao family doing, staring at their own courtyard?

I was reminded of that casual remark the neighbors made the other day.

Zhao Tongpan's only son, Zhao Yanei, was a spoiled brat.

The best option is to take in women.

I thought of my own daughters.

I have a general idea of ​​what to expect.

He doesn't need to wait too long.

The afternoon of the third day.

That fellow, accompanied by two henchmen, arrived at Yang's Medical Clinic in a grand procession.

Without hanging anything up or asking any questions, three pairs of eyes swept across the hall.

Lu Rou, who was getting the medicine, and Liu Ye, who was doing odd jobs, were both scrutinized by their eyes, and they were all itching to look at them.

The servant smiled, revealing a mouthful of rotten teeth.

"I heard that Dr. Yang has several beautiful young ladies in his family," he glanced over here, then turned back, "Our master is quite fond of these young ladies and wants to bring them over to keep him company and have some tea."

The air in the hall suddenly turned cold.

Lu Rou's hands trembled slightly as she gripped the medicine scale tightly, her body involuntarily shifting backward.

Liu Ye remained calm and gently moved to block Lu Rou's path.

His right hand was already on the hilt of the short sword at his waist, and his eyes had turned cold. These hands had killed barbarians and chopped off the hands of servants.

Then, behind the curtains in the back hall.

Qin Ying remained seated, but her hands, resting on her knees, clenched into fists.

She was the daughter of the Duke of Zhenguo, and she had seen the battlefield, but she could only hide behind her curtains and let a few servants humiliate her brothers and sisters.

But they lacked the courage to show themselves.

I had no choice but to swallow my pride.

Yang Hu put down the medicine grinding tray in his hand and slowly stood up.

Expressionless.

"Haha, you've come to the wrong place. This is a clinic for treating patients, not a place for the Zhao family to select people!" he said casually.

"Uh!" The servant raised an eyebrow. "Does Dr. Yang not give me any face?"

"Who is Young Master Zhao? Ah?"

"The eldest son of Magistrate Zhao in the west of the city!" He spat out those words fiercely. "Don't be fooled by the fact that there's nothing in or outside the city that Young Master Zhao wouldn't want or couldn't get his hands on. This is a treasure trove! Dr. Yang, you need to know who this Magistrate Zhao is!"

Yang Hu smiled.

He is not afraid.

We need to stay calm around these arrogant people. A direct confrontation won't work; we need to use even more powerful methods to suppress them.

"I appreciate Young Master Zhao's courtesy!" he said slowly, "but there's something I need to clarify with the three of you first."

"Old Master Zhou of the Zhou family in the east of the city was diagnosed with a terminal illness a few days ago. I pulled him back from the brink of death. The Zhou family, I gave them a life!"

"And those bandits at Luanshigang in the north, I fought them off with the city defense battalion, and they remember my contribution."

"The people in my courtyard," he glanced at the three servants. "Whom you've harmed, you'll have to ask Zhou Ji if he'll allow it, and ask the city defense battalion if they'll allow it."

The servant's smile became somewhat stiff.

Zhou Ji was a well-known grain merchant in the city, while the city defense battalion consisted of ordinary people who lived on the edge of a knife. Even a lowly servant like him, a mere watchdog, knew exactly how to navigate the power dynamics between these two forces.

But relying on Zhao Yanei's backing, he still tried to act like a silly goose and took a step forward.

Just then, footsteps could be heard outside.

A man dressed in a black-robed uniform and carrying a sword strode in, followed by two constables.

It was the head constable in charge of patrolling the city defense battalion.

After returning from protecting the grain, Chief Constable Wang gave a detailed report on how Yang Hu had seen through the trap and saved everyone. The constable wanted to meet this "fighting doctor" and, since he had nothing else to do today, he came to visit.

The constable frowned as soon as he entered and saw the scene.

"What happened?"

He exuded an air of official authority, and stood up straight as soon as he entered the door.

The three Zhao family servants were noticeably less imposing.

The leader chuckled twice, while Chong Yang clasped his hands haphazardly, not daring to utter any harsh words.

"It's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding! We'll talk about it next time!"

After saying these words, the three of them ran away like scrambling rats.

The constable glanced at their retreating figures, then at Yang Hu, and grinned, "The Zhao family! A bunch of troublemakers! Don't worry, Dr. Yang."

He genuinely came to establish a relationship.

He sat down, had a cup of tea, and asked him about the grain protection in the north, praising Yang Hu for his keen eye in spotting the trap.

"In the city garrison, how many veteran soldiers don't have your eyes?" the head constable sighed. "Those bandits at Luanshi Ridge have been occupying the northern route for years, robbing merchants and cutting off grain supplies, giving the government a real headache. They've tried to catch them several times, but they just can't figure out where they're hiding. If Doctor Yang could help think of a solution, that would be the best!"

Yang Hu's heart skipped a beat.

Rocky Hill! Weekly Journal! Beyond the Pass! That line Yang Hu investigated for so long! If the city defense battalion were willing to lend a hand, it would be a pretty good weapon!

Yang Hu did not agree immediately, but replied perfunctorily, "I am a doctor and do not know much. I will do my best when you need my help in the future."

The constable was very satisfied. After exchanging pleasantries for a while, he took his leave.

Yang Hu felt a little better after seeing the man off.

Lu Rou was so frightened that she sat down with a thud, patting her chest repeatedly, and her face remained calm for a long time.

"Those people, they don't look like good guys at all!"

"A bunch of cowards who bully the weak and fear the strong!" Yang Hu said. "Today, thanks to Zhou Ji and the city defense battalion, we managed to intimidate these people."

Lu Yan poured herself a cup of warm tea, her expression somewhat off.

She comes from a Duke's family... This girl has seen far too many faces in officialdom.

"Young Master," she said softly, "Zhao Tongpan's son certainly won't let this go so easily! This kind of guy is too accustomed to bullying others by relying on his power. Being publicly humiliated only makes him less likely to let it go. Today, with the backing of Zhou Ji and the city defense battalion, you forced these people to retreat, but what about tomorrow?"

Yang Hu accepted the tea that the old lady had brewed and nodded.

Well said!

Qin Ying walked into the back hall, lifted the curtain, and came out.

His face was gloomy.

"Prefect Zhao." She murmured the name, a look in her eyes that Yang Hu couldn't understand flashed across her face: "An official appointed by the imperial court, a powerful figure in the west of the city, he's used to doing this kind of thing. You might not be able to suppress him just by relying on Zhou Ji and the city defense battalion's influence."

She understood the intricacies of officialdom better than anyone else.

Yang Hu glanced at the old woman.

"What's there to be afraid of?" His tone wasn't loud, but it was firm: "We'll deal with whatever comes our way. Let's focus on surviving first."

The old woman didn't respond.

At night, the old woman would wipe the short knife, wiping it for a particularly long time.

That young master Zhao won't give up; he'll do it again sooner or later.

By then, it might not just be doormen and servants!

What if, at that time... it really is Magistrate Zhao himself who comes out?

Her gaze fell, her fingers resting on the blade.

Some things that have been hidden for a long time can't be kept secret for long!