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

All eyes were on Yang Hu.

Three days ago, the phrase "able to get out of bed within three days" sounded like an arrogant and boastful statement used to intimidate others.

Now that the old man is alive, awake, and eating, this statement has become like a heavy iron object crashing down, forcing them to stare wide-eyed and wait for it to come true or shatter.

Yang Hu came to the bedside but did not act immediately.

He wrote this note, and others thought it was a desperate gamble. He knew what he was doing. Lying down for too long would stagnate his blood and qi. The more he lay down, the weaker he would become. It was right to stand up and walk around to clear his meridians and improve blood circulation. The difficult part was walking, and whether an old, ripped-out body could support it.

"Grandpa... let me help you sit up slowly. If you feel pain from the incision, just tell me..." He lowered his head and spoke slowly.

The young master of the household said anxiously, "Dr. Yang, my father has just woken up! Perhaps... perhaps we should wait a couple more days! What if his wound reopens if he moves it..."

"People who lie down for a long time will have their blood and qi blocked..." He touched the old man's back with one hand and slowly helped him sit up.

The old man was very weak. As soon as he sat down, his face turned pale, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he let out a muffled groan—the knife was still in his throat!

Everyone in the room held their breath.

The young master of the household kept his hand in mid-air, unsure whether to reach out and grab it, and paced around anxiously.

Yang Hu, however, remained very calm.

He paused for a while, and after the old man recovered, he helped him pull out his two dry legs and put them on the bed.

Barefoot, I stepped onto the ground.

"Young Master! Help your father out..."

The young master of the household ran over shakily and, together with Yang Hu, each supported one side of the old man.

The old man's legs were so weak they felt like they had no bones, and his head almost couldn't support him.

Yang Hu supported most of his body and limped over.

"Father, walk slowly, your son will help you..." The young master of the household was already stuttering a bit.

first step……

The old man stepped out.

Step two...

The withered body swayed but ultimately did not fall to the ground.

Step 3...

You could hear a pin drop in the entire warm room. Everyone stared intently as those feet slowly moved closer.

Just a few steps.

Three days ago, an old man who had his abdomen cut open and his intestines removed, and who was deemed a death sentence by the best doctors in the city, was now being helped to walk step by step in his room.

"That's enough! Be careful, help him back to bed..."

Yang Hu and the young master of the household helped the old man back to bed.

The old man leaned against the pillow, panting heavily, a relieved smile appearing on his gaunt face. His cloudy eyes looked at Yang Hu, his lips pursed, and he spoke with difficulty.

"Young sir, you saved my life..."

After a deathly silence, the room suddenly exploded with a 'boom'.

The old man with white hair suddenly collapsed in front of Yang Hu, kowtowing three times with a thud, tears streaming down his face: "A living Buddha... I, this old man, have never seen such a miraculous doctor in my entire life..."

The entire Wei family knelt down in a flurry.

The young master of the house, with red eyes, was about to bow down to Yang Hu, but Yang Hu stopped him.

The doctors who were being held captive at the entrance were pale-faced.

They cut open his stomach and intestines, and he came back to life, woke up, and was able to eat! Now he can even walk.

That was something they had never even dreamed of in their decades of medical practice.

The earlier cries of "disembowelment and murder, sorcery, even gods can't save him!" now felt like a slap in the face.

The white-bearded doctor opened his mouth for a long time, wanting to speak, but instead bumped into the several warrants on the table.

Below the four words "helpless," his fingerprints were clearly visible.

His old face turned from white to red, then from red to purple, without uttering a single word, and he shrank back.

Yang Hu did not look at him.

He patted the old man's hand again, his expression becoming more serious, and began to speak to the young master of the household.

"Being able to get out of bed doesn't mean you're cured." He said each word slowly and deliberately. "These two steps are about regulating your blood and energy, not about letting him show off. For the next ten days to two weeks, you can only move slowly at home. You absolutely cannot overexert yourself. I will remove the stitches in seven days. During these days, you cannot eat fishy, ​​hard, or raw and cold foods. You can only drink rice porridge. If you don't follow any of these rules, then that previous incision was for nothing."

The young master agreed, nodding repeatedly, his eyes filled with complete trust and awe towards Yang Hu.

Just as they finished packing the medicine box, Master Wei the Second arrived.

Standing before the bed, looking at her brother's face as it recovered, she remained silent for a long time.

Then he smiled and cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to Yang Hu, indicating that he would definitely repay the life-saving grace in a great way, and his words were much more enthusiastic than the previous two days.

Yang Hu uttered words of gratitude softly, his eyes closed.

He could see it clearly: the more enthusiastic Master Wei was, the more awkward his smile hid.

When my brother was critically ill, I waited to keep vigil. Now that my brother has been resurrected, the position of housekeeper in this family will probably be passed on to him again.

The young apprentice also lowered his head, silently cleaning up the blood-stained vessels.

She's someone who changes her weapon every three days now, so she's much calmer.

Only Yang Hu knew that the waters within the Wei family mansion were deeper and more complex than he had imagined. From what the servant had just revealed, the relationship between the Second Master Wei and the Prefectural Magistrate's office was not yet aligned.

But there are many other times.

He carried his medicine chest and left the gate of the Wei residence.

The snow had stopped long ago; it was broad daylight.

Qin Ying, who was walking beside him, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He wiped the dust off his face, turned around, gritted his teeth, and whispered:

"You've kept watch for three days and three nights; you've risked your life along with theirs."

"I won the bet." Yang Hu smiled.

Qin Ying ignored him, but felt that the tension that had been building up for three days had softened a little.

No one knows when it started, but from the moment he stepped out of the gates of the Wei residence, a much more difficult thing was quietly unfolding.

Actually, there wasn't much time.

"That old man from the North City Guard Prefecture, who was disemboweled and had his intestines cut out, actually came back to life? And he can even get out of bed and walk!"

"Which doctor has such great skills?"

"That Mr. Yang from the east of the city! I heard he's only in his early twenties, and his lips haven't even fully grown yet..."

In the teahouse.

On the street.

At the dock.

This sensational event seemed to sprout wings and spread rapidly throughout half the city overnight.

Uncle Zhang, who sells sesame cakes, swore:

I saw it with my own eyes: those old doctors that Master Wei from the north of the city invited came out looking disheveled, each of them drooping their heads like melon vines that had been hit by frost.

The porter by the dock, who had been seriously ill last year and saved by Yang Hu, also chimed in, pounding his chest hard.

"Old Zhang has truly experienced the skill of Dr. Yang from the east of the city! If I hadn't once performed a life-saving ritual for him, I might be dead by now! What's a disembowelment to him?!"

Some people didn't believe it, saying that the old and young men surnamed Wei had spent money to buy a false reputation, but seeing those who saw it with their own eyes, and seeing that they had all drawn a circle and made a pledge, no one dared to say anything out of line.

The city's high-ranking officials and dignitaries, after drinking a cup of tea until their throats were sore, all tacitly remembered the name "Dr. Yang from the East of the City".

The name of the miracle doctor thus became widely known.

Unfortunately, Yang Hu was unaware that the greater his fame became, the more eyes were fixed on his little courtyard and those beauties.