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

As for the Zhao family, there has been no movement in the past few days.

However, Yang Hu knew they wouldn't be so docile. They wouldn't just bully others with their power; they would either endure it or hide even greater schemes to unleash. This quiet feeling was like the stifling atmosphere before a heavy rain, making it hard to breathe.

But he couldn't think about that all the time, because there were people seeking medical help at the clinic every day!

That morning, the line stretched all the way to the alley entrance, just like always.

While Aji was busy outside treating minor ailments like headaches and fevers, Yang Hu was inside making consultations. He had been seeing patients all morning and his throat was hoarse from the effort.

After noon, a middle-aged man wearing a silk vest rushed in and knelt down as soon as he entered.

"Dr. Yang, please go and see my father quickly!"

This man is called Manager Song, and he runs a small winery in the south of the city. His father, Old Manager Song, started losing his appetite and feeling weak all over half a month ago, and these days his skin has turned increasingly yellow.

His eyes were white and yellow, then his face turned yellow, his hands turned yellow, and his whole body turned yellow, as if he had been rubbed with a layer of ginger.

Now it's not only getting more and more yellow, but it's also hot, and I feel like vomiting everything.

First, they found a famous doctor in the city. The doctor sitting in the shop was an old man with a full beard. After feeling his pulse for a long time, he said it was jaundice, caused by old age, deficiency, and depletion of the five internal organs, so he needed to replenish his body.

Then they brought back ginseng and deer antler, each dose stronger than the last.

"After taking the medicine for eight or nine days, not only did it not work at all, but it made my skin even more jaundiced and I also developed a fever. The old gentleman came to see me again this morning and said that it had already caused 'five yellow diseases' to enter the body, and there was no hope. He told me to prepare for my funeral." Manager Song's tongue was cramping as he spoke.

Setting down the millstone, Yang Hu called to Aji, "Let's go."

The Song family ran a small winery in the south of the city, in the back courtyard. Even before entering the house, you could smell a strong aroma—the scent of ginseng. Inside, the old doctor with a full beard was also there, carrying a large medicine pot, and he was about to give Old Manager Song a bowl of ginseng soup.

Old Manager Song lay on the kang (a heated brick bed), looking quite unwell.

His entire body was yellowish, even his eyes were a bit cloudy. He could only open his eyes halfway, breathing heavily and weakly. He couldn't even turn his neck when he heard any noise.

The old doctor with a full beard turned around and saw that the newcomer was a young man not even twenty years old. He looked displeased and said, "Where did you come from, apprentice? How dare you interfere with someone on the verge of death? I have forty years of medical experience. How could you possibly diagnose a condition I can't see?"

Yang Hu ignored him.

Upon reaching the edge of the kang (heated brick bed), I first examined Old Manager Song's eyes; the whites were yellow. Then I examined his tongue, which was terribly yellow and incredibly thick. I felt his pulse, then pressed down on his lower right abdomen; the old man groaned in pain.

It's not a lie!

It's hot and humid!

He recognized the illness.

When damp heat accumulates between the liver and gallbladder, it manifests as a yellowish hue, changing from day to day. The body should maintain a light and unobstructed flow to expel the damp heat downwards.

But the old doctor mistook it for weakness and kept replenishing it.

Ginseng and deer antler velvet are highly potent tonics with the strongest warming properties. Dampness and heat are already trapped inside, and adding more warming substances is like adding fuel to the fire, making the blockage worse and worse, and the more blocked the blockage, the more yellow the skin becomes.

"This bowl of ginseng soup of mine," Yang Hu pressed down on the doctor's hand. "If you drink it, you'll die tonight!"

Everyone was startled.

"Shameless!" The white-bearded doctor's face flushed red. "Ginseng soup is a powerful tonic, something that people on the verge of death should take! What do you know?"

"He's not weak!" Yang Hu's voice wasn't loud, but he emphasized each word. "He has damp heat, it's stuck inside and can't come out. You're using ginseng and deer antler tonics, which is like adding fuel to the fire. Every day you use them, he turns yellow. After seven or eight days, he's turned this yellow."

Yang Hu turned to Manager Song and said, "Think about it, after these seven or eight days, hasn't your father become more and more jaundiced despite all the tonics you've given him?"

Shopkeeper Song stood there, stunned, and suddenly remembered... That's right, at first his eyes were a little yellowish-white, but after taking the doctor's tonic, they became more and more yellow, and he also developed a fever.

The white-bearded doctor opened and closed his mouth, unsure of what to say, but in the end he put down the ginseng soup in his hand and slunk away, making an excuse.

Yang Hu then sat down and picked up a pen to write down the medicine.

Write down all the remedies for clearing heat and dampness, and for soothing the liver and gallbladder. At the same time, instruct Manager Song to avoid greasy and nourishing foods, and to stop taking all ginseng and deer antler tonics.

When Aji went with him to get the medicine, he felt very depressed. The man was so pale and weak, why did he have to be given a purgative?

Yang Hu noticed his confusion and said calmly, "He's not really weak; rather, damp heat is trapped inside and can't be expelled. The turbid qi can't be expelled, which is why he's weak, has a sallow complexion, and can't eat. Using tonics to block it at this time will only make things worse. First, guide the turbid qi out, and once it's cleared, his appetite will improve."

After writing it down, he added a sentence: "Remember, this person is most afraid of greasy food, because greasy food is most likely to generate dampness and heat. If you add fuel to the fire, the previous medicine will be wasted."

Aji began to understand, slowly pondering the implications.

After taking the medicine, Old Manager Song had diarrhea several times after the first dose, expelling a lot of sticky substances, which made him feel much better. The fever subsided considerably the next day, his eyes became clearer, and he was able to drink half a bowl of porridge within three or four days.

In less than half a month, the yellowing of his skin lessened and the fever subsided. The old man was able to walk a few steps on his own with the help of his cane. So, a day or two later, Old Shopkeeper Song was led to the clinic by his son with his cane to express his gratitude. At this time, his complexion had improved a lot, and the whites of his eyes were not so yellow anymore. He touched Yang Hu's hand and couldn't say anything for a long time, repeatedly saying that he wanted to thank the young doctor for giving him a life.

The Song family was extremely grateful and gave him a generous gift as payment for the medical consultation.

Yang Hu accepted it.

"The Song family owns a winery, so they're not poor people without money."

"It feels so reassuring to receive this money!"

But then he turned his head and remembered the old man who had been lying on the bed earlier, his eyes nearly popping out of his head in fright.

"Your father's illness will be related to his frequent consumption of oily foods and drinks."

"This is how damp heat accumulates little by little."

"Stop drinking, and stop talking so loudly, or you'll easily get into trouble!"

Manager Song readily agreed.

This incident caused another uproar in the city.

At a wine stall in the south of the city, someone was talking quietly.

"You know, the old manager of Song's shop had this jaundice, and all the doctors in town said there was no cure and they were telling people to prepare for his funeral. But Dr. Yang from town cured him with just a few doses of medicine..."

"Yes, yes! They said that old doctor was using ginseng and deer antler to take strong tonics, but the more he took them, the worse it got. It was Dr. Yang who exposed the truth in one sentence."

"That Dr. Yang in the east of the city is a miracle doctor! His medical skills are unparalleled. It's said that he even helped the city's defenses wipe out the bandits from the north!"

Yang Hu still didn't take it to heart.

When I returned to the clinic, it was already pitch black outside.

Lu Yan tidied up the medicine cabinet that he had messed up during the day.

"Young master, you must have made quite a bit of money today." She looked at Yang Hu with a smile.

"Of course, the Song family can afford it."

Yang Hu looked at her with a smile.

Lu Rou, meanwhile, was calculating and noting down the consultation fees she received that day, and also noted down the names of the two poor families whose consultation fees were waived.

Qin Ying sat under the window, without touching the knife.

Her gaze fell toward the gate.

It took half a day to move it over.

"The Zhao residence is too quiet!"

She spoke softly.

"He doesn't seem like someone from the Zhao family at all!"

Yang Hu picked up the tea and took a sip.

"I feel the same way."

He said, "This courtyard can cure jaundice and keep out a few henchmen, but some things can't be solved by treating patients."

Qin Ying stopped what she was doing and wiped the knife in her hand.

"About the Zhao family," she said silently.

"Something's not right about how quiet it is."

Outside the window, a cool breeze squeezed in through the cracks, causing the lantern flame to flicker.

What exactly is that mysterious person from the Zhao family doing? Nobody knows.

But Yang Hu knew very well that behind the quietness of the Zhao family, a raging storm was bound to erupt sooner or later.

And that day won't be long.