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

Yang Hu's heart skipped a beat.

He had seen the smile on the village chief's old face before.

He had this smile on his face when he threw Lu Yan and Lu Rou, those two criminals, at him.

What constitutes a "huge good thing"? It's mostly the village chief's own good thing.

"Village chief, speak your mind." Yang Hu subtly moved a chair for him.

The village chief didn't beat around the bush. He took a small sip of the hot tea that Lu Rou had brought him before slowly speaking.

"Dr. Yang, the whole village knows that you snatched Shi Tou's mother's life back from the clutches of the King of Hell."

"It's nothing."

"This is no small matter." The village chief slammed his teacup onto the stone table. "I've lived for sixty years and haven't seen many doctors, but you're the first person I've ever seen who could feed someone who had vomited to the point of being emptied with just a bowl of rice porridge."

Yang Hu didn't speak, waiting for him to continue.

"In our village, there are dozens of households, old and young," the village chief sighed. "Normally, if anyone has even a minor headache or fever, they either tough it out or pay the town to call a doctor. A round trip takes up most of the day, and who knows how many people die along the way, and the doctor even has to take a detour halfway there."

This sentence is true.

The border region is cold and lacks medical care; even a cold can take the lives of the elderly and children.

"This old man has come to you today to ask you for a favor on behalf of the entire village," the village chief said, actually standing up and bowing to Yang Hu. "You will stay in this village and practice medicine!"

Yang Hu was dumbfounded.

He thought it was something serious.

"I'll charge whatever price you set, and your village will never cheat me out of a single penny." The village chief, fearing he might mislead him, quickly added, "Aren't you planning to expand your yard? Your village has a few strong laborers who can get it ready in a couple of days. Turn the house into a clinic; it'll save money."

Yang Hu did some mental calculations.

Wang Pangzi's bag of silver, plus the consultation fees and red envelopes from the past two days, is enough for him.

If the village provides a few more workers, the money saved can be used to buy medicinal herbs and build a few sturdy medicine cabinets.

What a steal!

"Alright, as long as I don't need to see a doctor, I'll treat what I can, and for what I can't, I'll just tell you directly so as not to delay people from going to the hospital." Yang Hu nodded, "Let's be clear from the start!"

"Enough! Enough!" The village chief slapped his thigh, his face crinkling with countless wrinkles as he grinned broadly. "Enough! Enough!"

News came very quickly.

Before lunchtime, three or five people from the village came running over.

Butcher Zhang brought over half a pork knuckle, tossed it into the yard, and left. "Dr. Yang, you cured my mother's leg last time, what's a little pork?"

Widow Li brought over a small basket of freshly laid eggs, her face flushed, and said that her son had been coughing and couldn't sleep well for the past few days, all thanks to two doses of medicine from Dr. Yang.

Without saying a word, the old carpenter who was making the cabinet got down on his feet and started working, clanging and banging away, without even asking for payment.

And those active, restless wives rolled up their sleeves to help sweep the yard, pour water, light the fire, and dry the medicinal herbs.

Yang Hu stood in the courtyard, looking at the groups of people bustling about, feeling a bit bewildered.

When he first arrived in this awful village, he couldn't get enough to eat three times a day, and the villagers looked at him like he was a monster.

Only a few days?

He inexplicably pulled and tugged at everyone in the courtyard.

He had lived two lives and this was the first time he had ever experienced being cared for and looked after.

I actually felt a little more at ease.

Brother Stone arrives early and leaves late, carrying wood and mud to build houses, doing the work of three people all by himself.

Exhausted and drenched in sweat, he grinned broadly and boasted to everyone he met, "See this? This is our village's best doctor! If it weren't for Dr. Yang, my mom would be dead!"

Yang Hu's ears hurt from listening, and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he ignored it and let him do whatever he wanted!

Lu Yan found a wooden box, put the dried medicinal herbs into it one by one, and then found a charcoal pencil to write the names of the herbs on it and arranged them neatly.

"With this arrangement, it will be much easier to understand how to dispense medicine in the future."

Her beautiful handwriting drew crowds of literate young people from the village, who gathered around to admire it and showered her with praise.

Lu Rou manipulated the abacus, meticulously calculating the value of each gift from different families.

"Sir, look, the gifts exchanged this morning alone are enough to buy half a tael of silver."

Qin Ying originally wanted to hide inside the house.

Her left hand injury was almost completely healed, and the bandage had been replaced with a thin strip of cloth. Hearing the commotion outside, she couldn't help but go out to the door and saw Lu Yan organizing medicines with great interest.

"That yellow root should be kept in a cool, shady place," she suddenly said.

Lu Yan turned around and smiled, saying, "Sister Qin has learned so much."

Qin Ying's ears burned again, and she felt uncomfortable: "I... I was just saying it casually."

Although she said that, she still dodged away and reached out her hand to help put the various medicinal herbs into the cabinet.

Clumsy, but earnest.

Yang Hu looked at it but didn't say anything; his lips just twitched slightly upwards.

Got it.

With three more wives in the courtyard, things became a bit messy, but it also brought a lot of life to the place.

Around noon, Fatty Wang came bounding over again; this time he was there to see a doctor.

The sound burst in before I even stepped inside.

"Brother Hu, your medicine is amazing! I had it last night..."

"Shut up." Yang Hu didn't even lift his eyelids.

Fatty Wang awkwardly shut his mouth, leaned closer, and carefully lowered his voice to boast that he had started gambling and then started to control his temper according to what he read in the medical book, and in just a few days, his back had straightened up a lot.

As he spoke, he became carried away with his pride, and his small eyes darted toward the inner room.

"By the way, Brother Hu, what about that guy with the injury on his arm..."

"If you want your medicine to continue to be effective, you'd better sew this mouth shut properly," Yang Hu said slowly.

"Hmm! Hmm! Am I better now?"

Wang Pangzi jolted awake, swallowing back the words he was about to say. He nodded hastily, then begged Yang Hu to brew him several more days' worth of medicine before packing it up and running away in a panic.

Yang Hu looked at his retreating figure, his brows furrowed.

This fat guy's mouth is a potential problem!

You can hold someone back for a while, but not forever.

By afternoon, the helpers had all left, and the newly made medicine cabinet was placed in a corner, emitting a pine scent.

Finding an old wooden plank, Yang Hu began to ponder: this clinic needs a name.

"What name would you like to use, my husband?" Lu Yan asked with a smile as she dipped his brush in ink.

"Huichuntang? Jishetang?" Lu Rou offered suggestions first, counting the various impressive names on her fingers.

Yang Hu shook his head.

The name sounds grand, but in their poor place, it just feels a bit unreliable.

He picked up his pen and wrote two characters on the wood:

Yang's!

"Oh my! My husband is so casual!" Lu Rou chuckled and complained.

"The more chaotic, the better." Yang Hu blew on the ink and answered her, "When you're saving lives and treating illnesses, you're looking at the person, not the plaque!"

Qin Ying, who was standing next to her, didn't say anything, but something else flashed in her eyes.

These words sound crude, but when actually placed in these places, they give people a sense of exceptional safety.

She suddenly felt that this doctor, who had a loose tongue, had an indescribable air about him, unlike the people she had met in the army.

Just then,

boom!

The gate to the courtyard was kicked open, and a woman wearing tattered shoes stumbled in, grabbed Yang Hu by the collar, and was too anxious to speak.

"Dr. Yang! Dr. Yang, save me!! My son has fainted!!"

"His eyes rolled back, he foamed at the mouth, and his whole body was convulsing in waves... His parents said... he's being haunted by spirits, there's no saving him!"

Yang Hu's expression changed.

He picked up the medicine basket and ran outside.