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

Chapter 6 A good medicine

Fatty Wang's big face was beaming with joy. He took a small step forward and lowered his voice to a very low hue.

"My lord! I beg you!"

Yang Hu did not respond.

First, I checked the purse in my hand:

It was quite heavy, containing about two or three ounces of loose silver, mixed with several strings of coins.

Normally, this would be an incredible windfall.

However, Yang Hu did not feel much joy.

Yesterday, this fat man saw Qin Ying bow to him, and upon looking at her, he wished he could glue his eyes to her body.

Everyone in the village knows who has more or less than others, and now a young woman with a sling on her left arm has suddenly appeared. If this fat man spreads the word, a whole drama could be made up in three to five days.

Whether Qin Ying can hold out is debatable.

Kill him?

The idea went through Yang Hu's mind twice before he suppressed it.

With such a vast sky and a constant flow of people and vehicles at the village entrance, if something serious were to happen, his family would never be able to live a peaceful life again.

Let's try a different approach.

"What medicine? Tell me."

Yang Hu casually stuffed the bag into his sleeve pocket and said slowly.

Fatty Wang's face turned a deep purplish-red, and his small eyes scanned the surroundings. Seeing that no one was around, he whispered something in Fatty Wang's ear.

Yang Hu remained motionless.

But I already knew perfectly well what was going on in my mind:

That's all.

This fat guy eats too much oil, loves gambling and women, has no self-control at night but acts like a big shot during the day, and has already squandered his youthful potential.

Unfortunately, he had just married a new concubine, and on the very first day, he fell into a trap.

For a man who hates being looked down upon, being beaten up is even more unbearable.

These past few days, he really hasn't dared to sleep properly.

In Yang Hu's old place, this wouldn't be a big deal at all; a few words of advice, skipping a couple of meals, and getting some sleep would have been enough.

But that won't work here at the border.

Such an unspeakable illness only makes one's heart sink deeper the more one tries to cover it up.

"Whether it can be cured or not, I'll give you one answer."

Fatty Wang rubbed his hands together, his fat face trembling.

"It can be cured."

Yang Hu is just two characters.

Fatty Wang's eyes lit up, and he almost fell to the ground in front of everyone.

"but……"

Yang Hu then changed the subject.

Wang Pangzi's heart was in his throat.

"Your illness is located below, above your heart."

Yang Hu put his hands behind his back, adopting a mysterious and profound demeanor, and said, "The more anxious you are, the less it will hear your call."

Fatty Wang seemed to understand, but nodded repeatedly, saying, "Yes, yes, yes! You're right, sir!"

In fact, Yang Hu himself couldn't help but want to laugh.

This saying applies everywhere, and those who believe it will at least put their minds at ease.

Yang Hu turned and went into the house, grabbing a bunch of medicines randomly from a broken medicine basket in the corner.

Epimedium, wolfberry, and two other warm and nourishing herbs are all things that can be found all over the mountains and fields, and together they are not worth much money.

The real treasure lies in the last few sentences.

When he came out, Yang Hu brought over a small packet of medicine, his face very serious.

"Take it home, boil it in water, and take it once a day."

"what!"

"During these three days of preparing the medicine, abstain from gambling, alcohol, and women."

Fatty Wang was completely dumbfounded.

"My lord, what I'm asking for is that thing! And you're telling me to abstain from women?"

"I told you not to raise it!" Yang Hu glared. "The well's almost empty, and you're still trying to pump it up? Are you even going to get it out? Fill up the water you have first!"

Fatty Wang slapped his thigh: "I get it now! Adults really know how to think things through!"

Yang Hu nodded in satisfaction.

In ancient times, this set of writings would have been treasured and kept as a closely guarded secret. In its original place, it would have been just plain, unrefined writing posted on the walls of a hospital.

Anyway, this fat guy actually believed it.

"There's one more thing, the most important one," Yang Hu whispered again.

"Go on, go on."

"This medicine is very precious. It took me a lot of effort to prepare it, and I was most afraid of letting it slip." Yang Hu glared at him. "These next few days, you can't let your mouth down. If you don't say a single word, the medicine's potency will be lost, and then even a god couldn't save you."

Fatty Wang was about to pat his chest in confidence.

Halfway through his speech, he suddenly realized that Yang Hu's meaning had another layer of significance.

The fat man's eyes darted around, and he remembered the pretty girl who had bowed to Yang Hu yesterday.

The smile on his face froze for a moment.

"Don't worry, sir!" He patted his chest, raising his voice to its highest point, "I didn't see anything, I don't know anything! My mouth is as reliable as can be!"

"That's good."

Yang Hu finally gave him the packet of medicine.

Fatty Wang thanked him profusely, clutched the item tightly to his chest, and left, turning back to look at it as he went.

As soon as the door closed, he checked the money in his sleeve again and started calculating.

Adding the money from the previous few days, this windfall is enough to buy a house, plus a sturdy big bed.

To avoid my arms going numb at night.

We need to buy more good medicine baskets. While the ability to heal people is one thing, even a skilled cook can't make a meal without rice. The grass roots and leaves in this broken basket will never be enough.

"My husband is calculating money again."

Lu Rou brought out a winnowing basket from the kitchen, covered her mouth and chuckled to herself, her eyes like crescent moons.

"Husband, was the medicine you gave that fat man real or fake?"

"Half true, half false." Yang Hu plopped down on the stool and said lazily, "Just believe it."

"This servant is keeping accounts for my husband." She threw the winnowing basket against the wall and counted on her fingers, "This bag, including the game, is almost five taels of silver for the consultation fees from the past two days."

She spoke with such conviction, as if she were a seasoned pro at managing the household.

Lu Yan brought in a bowl of hot water and looked at him with a smile.

"My husband has such a tight grip on you."

"What are you trying to control?" Yang Hu took the drink and downed it in one gulp. "It's because he himself doesn't know what he's doing."

The curtain in the inner room moved slightly!

Qin Ying leaned against the door, her arm draped over her shoulder, but her eyebrows were furrowed!

"Can that fat guy be trusted?"

Her voice was low, somewhat like that of soldiers, revealing a sense of wariness.

"He sees everything clearly about my family!" she said. "He's seen it all!"

Yang Hu put down his bowl!

"Unreliable!" he said.

Qin Ying's face darkened:

"But now he's more afraid to tell anyone than anyone else."

Yang Hu laughed: "I've dug up all of that fat guy's ugly little secrets and tied them all to his secretive behavior. As long as he dares to talk nonsense, he'll expose himself first."

Qin Ying was taken aback:

Looking into his eyes again, they suddenly became complicated.

This guy has a sharp tongue and doesn't seem very serious, but he's actually more sensible than anyone else.

She pursed her lips, and finally, feeling a pang of sadness, said:

"You saved my life, and now I live in your house and eat your food."

She turned to look at the other person:

"I will definitely give it to you when I am almost fully recovered."

She swallowed hard.

"I will remember your kindness."

"I know, I know!" Yang Hu waved his hand, not taking it to heart at all. "You should heal your injuries first before you talk to me about this."

That's what he said.

But he had absolutely no confidence!