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

On the seventh day, Yang Hu went to the Wei residence again.

This time, no one stopped him, and no one looked down on him.

The young master himself escorted them to the second gate, the steward bowing and scraping. Even the group of old doctors who had been imprisoned saw them from afar, lowered their heads and hid to the side, not daring to utter a sound.

Yang Hu remained nonchalant and went to the warm pavilion with his medicine box on his back.

The young apprentice, his face covered in ash, followed silently, carrying the wooden box with the medicine that had been changed.

The old man on the bed looked much better than he had seven days ago. He had color in his skin and his spirits were shining again. When he saw Yang Hu arrive, he actually tried to sit up.

"Grandpa, just lie down!"

Yang Hu pressed down, "The thread hasn't been pulled yet, it's not good to move it too much."

The old man insisted on sitting up, and his son placed a thick pillow behind him. He leaned to one side, his cloudy eyes filled with unspeakable gratitude.

"Young Master..."

The voice was weak, but it was more than 30% clearer than before: "My bones were already rotting, but your hands kept me alive."

Yang Hu smiled but didn't respond. He simply had someone bring over a basin and a pair of scissors.

Uncover the cloth strip covering the old man's abdomen.

The long incision had scabbed over with black scabs, and the stitches were clean, without any redness, swelling, or ulceration.

The recovery is going very well!

Cutting off each stitch revealed a shocking wound.

The apprentice doctor kept his head down, waiting to be served.

He handed over the scissors, reconnected the broken thread, and poured water, all without the slightest panic.

The old man groaned occasionally, but he stubbornly endured the pain without uttering a sound.

After the last line was pulled, the astonishing incision was reduced to a gentle scar.

"Alright!"

Yang Hu washed his hands clean. "You'll need to rest from now on. After a month, you'll be just like a normal person. You still need to be careful about what you eat, and drink less alcohol. You need to eat fatty and oily foods slowly. Your intestines aren't as strong as they used to be, so you'll have to take good care of them. Whether you want to live another ten or eight years depends on whether you can control your mouth."

The old man was taken aback, then quickly nodded in agreement, and truly remembered those words.

The young master of the family was also watching from the side, noticing the clean scar on his father's stomach.

Open the abdomen, cut the intestines, suture, and heal.

Even that scar has healed so well!

I'm not thinking about being young anymore!

After Grandpa Wei had his stitches removed, a major matter was resolved, and his overall spirits improved considerably.

He chased everyone away, leaving only the head of the household's son, who then solemnly addressed Yang Hu.

"Young master, I have nothing to thank you for saving my life..." He winked at his son beside him.

The young master understood and handed over a box decorated with dragons and phoenixes.

Inside the box were neatly stacked one thousand taels of silver, along with several land deeds and house deeds.

"Here is a thousand taels of silver, the deeds to two shops in the south of the city, and a three-courtyard house in the west of the city. I bought them before. The locations are good and quiet, much bigger than your current residence! I wanted to ask... Please don't mind!" Old Man Wei said, word by word.

One thousand taels of silver, two shops, and a large house.

Which one is for medical treatment?

This is how he was transformed from a wandering doctor in the east of the city into a city gentleman!

Yang Hu knew that this person was genuinely grateful to him.

But there was another layer of meaning behind his way of expressing his gratitude. The Wei family owed a great debt of gratitude to a doctor, and they had to repay it. By putting him on such a high pedestal, it would be known that the Wei family treated talented people with respect and that the Wei family had secured a divine doctor!

He'll accept this favor!

With the Wei family as his backer, he felt safer practicing medicine and investigating hidden informants in the city.

"You're too kind, sir. I really can't accept this!" He cupped his hands in apology and accepted the gift.

When Old Master Wei saw that he didn't try to show off, he liked him even more, took his hand again, and said something.

"If you ever encounter any difficulties in the city, young sir, just mention my name, Wei. I have many connections both inside and outside the city."

The word "speak" is far more important than a thousand taels of silver.

He already had a plan in mind for that house in the west of the city.

The three-courtyard house we live in now was arranged through the Zhou family when we cured Old Master Zhou. It was big enough to live in but not grand enough. Now that we have this big house in the Wei family mansion, we can bring Lu Yan and the others over and make the whole family more comfortable.

Of course, once they move there, they need to conceal the identities of these people even more closely.

The apprentice doctor was tidying up his toolbox with his head down.

Only he knew that her eyes were carefully observing the comings and goings of people throughout the Wei residence.

She knew better than anyone what the thousand taels of silver, the house, and that promise meant to them.

Just then, they heard someone knocking on the door.

Master Wei has arrived.

When he came in, he greeted his brother with a smile, inquired about his injuries, and then thanked Yang Hu.

However, this smile seemed even more awkward to Yang Hu than it had been seven days earlier.

If the eldest brother is alive and well, then the family property he temporarily managed during this period must be returned to its rightful owner.

Most importantly, the eldest brother actually took out such a large portion of his family fortune to thank a doctor from out of town?

One thousand taels! Two shops! One house!!

These are all his! They'll all be his sooner or later!

Yang Hu watched the changes on his face, his eyes fixed on them.

What I heard from the servants in the mansion that day... Master Wei the Second often went to the Prefectural Magistrate's Mansion in the west of the city.

Thinking about this person who was so focused on his brother's business, yet was associating with such a person.

Was it normal contact? Or something else?

Yang Hu couldn't understand it.

However, he made a note of it: the waters around the Wei residence were deeper than he had thought.

Curing Old Man Wei wasn't the end; it opened a new door.

It was all dark behind it.

But those are things for the future.

Now, after thanking the Wei family father and son, he carried his medicine box and, with this powerful backer by his side, bid farewell to the Wei family.

The young master of the house escorted him all the way to the gate, and as they parted, he bowed deeply to the doctor, who was even younger than himself.

"The Wei family will remember Dr. Yang's kindness for the rest of our lives! If there is ever any need for our services, just say the word."

Seven days ago, this young master was still panicking and unsure of who to believe amidst the cries of those old doctors that "their sorcery is deadly"; seven days later, he was completely convinced by these hands.

Stepping out of the mansion gate, I was greeted by a beautiful ray of sunshine.

The young apprentice walked beside him, touching his pale face, and murmured softly:

"One thousand taels, two shops, a courtyard. If you make this cut, it's definitely not a loss."

"Whether it's a loss or not, it's not just about those things," Yang Hu said, gazing at the bustling street ahead.

"What you need to see is behind that door!"

Qin Ying paused for a moment, opened her mouth but didn't say anything more.

However, she tightened her grip on the edge of her clothes slightly:

Is this immense reputation, this powerful backing of the Wei family, a blessing or a curse?

The moment he stepped out of the gate of the Wei Mansion, someone in a large house in the west of the city was pondering those words.

He swallowed the five characters "Doctor Yang of the East City" along with the portraits of several beautiful women in the courtyard of that house in the east of the city.