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

The Yang family moved to a house in the west of the city, less than five days later.

Patients seeking medical treatment at the doctors' building ahead were already queuing up at the entrance.

Aji stood at the front, bustling about, calling people to fetch the medicine; Lu Yan stayed in the pharmacy, preparing the medicines and neatly categorizing the expensive herbs.

Lu Rou held a small notebook in her hand, recording the daily amount of money in detail. Behind her, the fields that Liu Ye had cleared were ready, waiting to be planted in the spring.

Everyone was busy and productive, and it felt very fulfilling.

That afternoon, Yang Hu was sitting at his clinic table taking an old man's pulse when suddenly a small sedan chair made of blue woolen fabric stopped outside the gate.

The car door opened, and a man dressed in a dark blue silk robe stepped out. He had a fair face, three neat wisps of beard on his chin, and was holding a folding fan in his hand. He strolled in leisurely.

He didn't immediately begin the consultation. His eyes first scanned the clinic, then looked towards the back courtyard, as if he were estimating the value of this precious land.

"What's your name?"

The man shook his folding fan and laughed, "I've heard so much about it. It's said in this city that Doctor Yang in the west of the city has hands that can bring the dead back to life. He even managed to save Old Master Wei after he was disemboweled."

Now that I see him, he truly is a young prodigy!

Yang Hu paused for a few seconds, holding the calligraphy brush.

"What's wrong? Sit down and let me take a look."

"Actually, I don't have any symptoms myself." The man closed his folding fan, came closer to Yang Hu, and whispered:

"He's here to inform my son, the young master, of the doctor."

Yang Hu's hand holding the pen trembled slightly.

"My son admires your medical skills, Doctor, and he also admires..." the man drawled, glancing back twice more, "and he also admires your wife. This divine doctor lives in such a shabby place, and he's treated his wives terribly! Find a day to have those women come over for tea and a chat! Doctor Yang will give us that much face, won't he?"

The man was being polite, but what he really meant was quite a lot.

Behind the consultation table, Lu Rou was preparing medicine. Upon hearing this, her face turned deathly pale, and the medicine scale in her hand trembled uncontrollably.

At the entrance of the pharmacy, Liu Ye had already hidden behind the curtain, a hand resting on her waist. Having fought against barbarians in the mountains and killed countless people, killing such a small fry was a piece of cake.

Then the gray-clad "medicine boy" trembled slightly and stiffly held on.

Qin Ying reached into her bosom and pulled out a small knife she had hidden there.

Who is she? She is the granddaughter of the Duke of Zhenguo, who has fought in large-scale battles, with tens of thousands of soldiers lined up and mustered their troops before her! But now, she can only cower in this corner, listening to a servant deliver a message, throwing such lowly words at her head right in front of her.

She felt a lump in her throat, stuck there! She couldn't speak, she couldn't swallow.

However, Yang Hu seemed oblivious to the insults in these vulgar words, leisurely tossing his brush into the brush holder before speaking:

"What is your name, sir?"

Which young master is it this time?

"Prefect Zhao of the West City!"

The man tilted his chin up and chewed the three words "Zhao Tongpan" loudly!

"Doctor Yang has heard of our young master's great reputation, hasn't he?"

Yang Hu had a plan in mind.

The only son of Zhao Tongpan, the prefect of the west of the city, also known as Zhao Yanei.

He's a guy who got his position as an official in the imperial court by relying on his father. He's used to living a life of luxury in the city, and killing and arson are nothing to him!

The person who sent his servants to wander around his yard and then spent money to interrupt his medicinal herb gathering was actually this guy!

Now, you can't wait to greet them in person?

"So it's Young Master Zhao."

Yang Hu smiled, but not in a ostentatious way.

But his eyes didn't even light up from laughing!

"Please inform him of this, sir."

I, Yang, am a doctor.

My wives are all rough and clumsy.

"Please don't let the food I bring to the banquet at your residence embarrass me."

The man's face darkened!

"Dr. Yang, you should think it over carefully."

"It's ruined our young master's reputation..."

"teacher!"

Yang Hu interrupted him calmly!

"I saved Master Wei's life."

A few days ago, when we moved, Young Master Wei personally told me that if I had any difficulties, I should just tell him.

The scarred old man from the south of the city once toasted me, saying that anyone who dared to touch a hair on my head...

First, I'll ask my men if they agree.

He paused for a moment, his voice not loud, but very clear!

"And there's Zhou Ji from the south of the city."

I also saved their family!

The gentleman went back and told the young master,

He invited my wife for tea.

This tea,

First, go through the Wei family,

First, go through the weekly journal.

We still have to get past Scarface from the south of the city first.

If he can handle this responsibility,

I'll go with you!

The man's face was pale and bluish-white!

Wei Fu, Zhou Ji—that's the kind of man who can make the entire city tremble at a single step.

Scarface, from the south of the city, was an even more persistent and annoying person that no one dared to offend.

He thought he was just a traveling doctor from out of town.

At most, he's only somewhat famous.

Come over and strike up a conversation.

Didn't they obediently sell themselves out?

Unexpectedly, this young man's sweet talk...

They brought out a bunch of powerful backers!

She didn't refute a single word he said!

"Great! Excellent!"

The man pulled out a fan and stuffed it into his sleeve!

"Dr. Yang, you're being ungrateful."

I will tell the young master word for word.

However, the logic of this city

Even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake!

You'll need to take good care of yourself from now on.

He left with those words, then turned and walked out.

Then he got into the sedan chair and drove away, muttering to himself.

The group of people who came to see the doctor were all too afraid to make a sound.

Only now are they starting to chatter and whisper among themselves.

"This is Magistrate Zhao's old man causing trouble..."

"That Dr. Yang has a temper too, doesn't he?"

Wei Fu, Zhou Ji

They moved out just like that!

Lu Rou let out a long breath.

His face was still a little pale.

"My husband, this young master Zhao..."

Blocking the street to bring bad luck

They spent money to cut off our access to medicinal herbs.

And to come and say something like that... I'm afraid they won't let us off so easily.

Lu Yan came out of the pharmacy with a serious expression on her face: "You got your revenge today, but the more you suffer in front of everyone, the less you can swallow your anger. If you can't beat him openly, he might resort to underhanded tactics in the future."

She came from a noble family and was used to such things.

Yang Hu remained silent, watching the street corner where the sedan chair disappeared.

He recalled a half-sentence from the Wei family: the Second Master Wei had frequent dealings with the Prefectural Magistrate's Office in the west of the city, and the words spoken by the steward who brought the pulse diagnosis that night, which mentioned the Prefectural Magistrate's Office many times.

Zhao Tongpan, Prefectural Magistrate, and Guard!

Some of the wealthy families in this city are like a net with no visible boundaries, with threads and strands connecting them all.

He was trying to climb the social ladder by leveraging his fame. Could the man who sent military rations to the border regions, leaving a dark mark of death on the living, be some point in this vast network?

"What are you thinking about, my husband?" Lu Rou asked softly.

"I'm wondering who's behind that Zhao Yanei." Yang Hu withdrew his gaze and said calmly, "A playboy isn't anything to be afraid of. What's scary is that the waters in this city are much deeper than just Zhao Yanei."

Night had fallen in the backyard.

Qin Ying removed the clothes of a medicine boy, wiped the small knife, and lit it up in front of the oil lamp.

"Husband, I'm the one who dragged you into this today," Qin Ying suddenly spoke, her voice still carrying a hint of unyielding resolve. "If it weren't for protecting my identity, your courtyard wouldn't have needed to provoke these people."

"We're family, why are you saying these things?" Yang Hu sat down opposite her.

Qin Ying didn't speak, and her hand holding the knife paused for a moment.

After a long silence, she whispered, "His message today was an open attack, which we can handle. What I fear is that if we block him once, he might not come in through the main gate again next time."

The dim light illuminated her tiger-like eyes, the kind of vigilance one would expect from a woman who had been a general.

An open arrow is easy to dodge.

But the sword hidden in the shadows, the one that could fall at any moment, is the one we should be most wary of.