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

Even three or five days later, the aftereffects of the interception of military supplies in the North Province had not subsided.

On the city defense battalion's side, Chief Wang reported the intercepted weapons and prisoners together.

The reputation of Doctor Yang in the east of the city was boosted once again.

Discussions began to circulate in the teahouse.

This guy is a genius at healing, and his ideas are even more impressive than those he uses on the battlefield. Now he's even ruined a project like sending weapons from Luanshigang to the outside world...

Yang Hu still sits while seeing patients.

There was a queue at the clinic very early this morning.

An old woman suffered from rheumatism, and her knees were so swollen that she couldn't straighten them at all.

After inserting two needles, I prescribed a dose of medicine to warm the meridians and dispel cold, and told him to drink less ice water in the future.

A peddler had indigestion and fever. Aji prescribed medicine according to the instructions, while Yang Hu corrected the weight.

He remained calm as patients came in waves.

But he knew in his heart that the matter of intercepting weapons was not over.

With the weapons intercepted and the prisoners captured, the thief hiding behind Zhou Ji, who was treating the Western Camp's supplies as his own private treasury, was not to be taken seriously.

Sure enough, on the fourth day, Liu Ye returned from the herb garden on the outskirts of the city, her toes treading very lightly.

There's been some activity on the weekly journal!

She sat down and took a sip of water.

These past few days, trucks delivering goods out of the city at night have stopped running. The section of road near Luanshigang is also quiet.

One of his fingers was chopped off, so he first tucked the rest of his fingers together to avoid the attack.

"It was scared," he said.

At that moment, someone entered the clinic.

He wasn't there to get sick. He was a man around forty years old, wearing a respectable blue satin robe and holding a folding fan. After entering, he glanced around the clinic, looking like a boss who was there to cause trouble.

"Dr. Yang! Who are you?"

Yang Hu opened his eyes.

"I am Doctor Yang! What's wrong, sir?"

The man waved his folding fan and smiled, a warm smile that wasn't particularly warm.

"Haha, Dr. Yang, you flatter me. I'm perfectly healthy; I'm just asking for your advice on a few things."

He sat down on the examination chair without asking the owner if he would give up his seat.

"Dr. Yang's medical skills are superb; everyone in and around the city calls him a miracle doctor," the man said slowly.

"Curing the illness is a good deed, but there are some things Dr. Yang cannot get involved in. The goods traveling north are fraught with danger; getting involved would only leave him covered in blood."

Yang Hu ignored him and just stared at him.

"I've been asked to pass on a message to Doctor Yang. From now on, Doctor Yang, please turn a blind eye to the affairs of the northern route. This is for your own good!"

He paused for a moment, his fan waving.

"The person entrusted with this by Dr. Yang isn't unreasonable. Dr. Yang's clinic and the herb garden on the outskirts of the city allow them to buy or give away whatever they want."

Pay money to buy your freedom, and then give me more benefits.

Soft.

Yang Hu sneered inwardly. This guy was scared; he was only willing to spend money to send a message because his sore spot had been touched.

"Sir, I don't understand what you mean!" Yang Hu said slowly, holding his tea. "I am just a doctor, and treating the sick and saving lives is my duty. On the northern road, Liu Ye was protecting a cart of medicine when they encountered bandits. The city garrison drove them away, which is the government's business. I was just helping out and saving these injured people. The guy you're talking about, sir, is not mine."

The man's smile faded: "Dr. Yang, you're quite clever, why pretend to be confused?"

"I truly don't understand," Yang Hu put down his tea, his tone becoming more serious. "But you, sir, keep saying 'I was entrusted by someone.' I don't care which gentleman asked you to come. But your words are strange. It's something the government handles, so why would such a respectable person come all the way to my door to tell me not to get involved?"

The person choked.

"Sir, if you're truly kind, please let me tell that gentleman who's holding you up that our clinic treats illnesses. Chief Wang of the city garrison, Scarface from the south of the city, and Old Master Zhou all know me," Yang Hu said, looking at him. "I'm upright and honest; there's nothing to be afraid of. As for that guy I told you not to get involved with dirty business, he's probably already covered in filth by now!"

As soon as he said that, the middle-aged man's thigh turned completely black and blue.

Unexpectedly, this doctor sitting in the clinic had so many powerful backers inside and outside the city, including the city defense battalion with its soldiers carrying knives, and a wealthy family like the Zhou family on the south side of the city. With just a few names, even a messenger knew his weight.

The man stood up and snapped his folding fan shut.

"Dr. Yang, I've conveyed my message: a wise person knows when to yield!"

"Take care, sir!" Yang Hu remained seated. "If you like the vegetables from our herb garden, just have someone send you a basket next time. No need for anything else."

The man's face turned ashen, and he flung his sleeves and left.

The room became very quiet in an instant.

Lu Rou poked her head out from behind the tent; it was still somewhat white.

"Young master, this person..."

"A middleman," Yang Hu said, "someone who relays messages."

Lu Yan brought in tea, placed it in front of him, and frowned. Having come from the Duke's mansion, she was familiar with the ways of officialdom. "Young Master," she said, "he first offered a conciliatory word, then some benefits, trying to settle things with a small sum. If you refuse that, he'll likely offer more than just conciliatory words later."

"I know," Yang Hu said, holding the tea. "But this time, I'm not going to stop things in the North."

Instead of being in a hurry, he called out to Liu Ye, who was about to leave.

"Put it up there to see where he's going and which door he's looking for. Don't let him notice!"

Liu Ye's eyes lit up, and she answered the call to enter before darting out.

Liu Ye didn't return until evening, and she even went to the south of the city to find Scarface.

"The man surnamed Qian is a middleman who runs a business at the docks in the city."

Liu Ye recounted what she had learned in detail: "After leaving the clinic, he didn't go home, but went to a house in the west of the city."

Scarface said, "That house belongs to a registrar surnamed Liu in the government office!"

People inside the yamen (government office).

Yang Hu tapped his finger on the table.

The weapons flowed out of the Western Camp's supply depot and, through Zhou Ji's hands, entered the area beyond the Great Wall.

Now that the goods have been intercepted, this hand is scared, so it found a middleman to pass on the message.

The rope used to convey the message got tangled up all the way to the head of a clerk at the entrance of the yamen.

However, this clerk may not be this hand.

"A mere clerk," Qin Ying said, wiping her short knife by the window, "can't possibly oversee the entire warehouse of military equipment in the Western Camp, nor can she manage a large grain merchant like Zhou Ji."

He was at most just one finger extended from that hand in the yamen!

She looked up and said:

"To be able to get weapons out, to get Zhou Ji to use them, and to get people in the yamen to run errands and deliver messages for him, this person must have a very deep influence in the city's officialdom..."

Her voice softened.

"Back then, when I went to patrol the border, I was ambushed. All the official documents from the checkpoints along the way were leaked, which led to the ambush."

If I think about it, it's probably the same hand!

Yang Hu nodded:

"The goods that Zhou Ji secretly transported in the middle of the night were cut off; the road on the rocky hill was blocked, so they eagerly asked someone to come and pass on the message."

This hand must be really hurting.

The more flustered you are, the more likely you are to give yourself away.

He looked out into complete darkness.

"That hand was hiding so well, I didn't even touch a single thread."

The more panicked it becomes, the more likely it is to expose one of its tentacles hidden at the entrance of the government office.

The old locust tree in the yard creaked and groaned in the wind.

The people keeping watch outside the courtyard didn't leave all night.

The hand inside the city, eager to deliver a conciliatory message, could no longer restrain itself.

However, Yang Hu felt even clearer-headed than before.

That hand that treated the official road as its backyard and the armory as its private warehouse, after hiding for so long...

Finally, a finger emerged from the thick layer of oil paper.

If you follow this finger upwards, you'll eventually reach its wrist.

Above that is the face that is hidden the deepest, capable of turning a living person into a dead one.