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

Gousheng's house is at the south end of the village.

When Yang Hu ran up to the house, a crowd of people had already gathered inside and outside the mud house—some crying, some shouting, and some grumbling.

A child of about five years old was sleeping on the kang (a heated brick bed). His face was flushed red, his eyes were rolled upwards, leaving only the whites of his eyes, his limbs were twitching, his teeth were clenched tightly, and white foam kept flowing from his mouth.

The child's mother sat on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), crying so hard she felt like she was about to suffocate.

The child's father sat in the corner, a grown man, yet he was as frightened as a trembling lamb.

"It's over, it's over, his soul has been taken away..." An old man with white hair shook his head repeatedly, leaning on his cane. "Gou Sheng has been possessed by an evil spirit. We need to find a sorceress to call his soul back. No one can touch him, not a single person can touch him, or his soul will be gone!"

"Yes, yes, you mustn't touch it!"

With everyone agreeing, no one could get close to Gousheng.

Yang Hu pushed through the crowd and sat on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed).

I put my hand on Gou Sheng's forehead; it was burning hot.

In Yanghu's original village, it was febrile seizures. The fever rose too high and too fast, and the children's bodies were too weak to handle it, so they would have such convulsions.

It's not because it's been contaminated by anything.

If the fever continues like this and the cramps last a long time, it could really cost me my life.

The first thing is to cool down this fever.

"Get out of my way, all of you!"

As soon as Yang Hu opened his mouth, the white-haired old man was the first to explode.

"No way! You're just a greenhorn from out of town, barely out of your teens, and you think you can be a doctor? Do you understand? Do you understand? This is a ritual to call back a spirit medium. If you dare touch her and Gou Sheng dies, you can't afford the responsibility!"

"If you keep barking like that, I'll have to burn paper money for Gousheng tonight!"

The group fell silent.

The child's father jumped up abruptly, his eyes bloodshot, staring intently at Yang Hu: "Dr. Yang... Dr. Yang, can you... can you really cure him?"

"Yes, but you must listen to me completely and not dare to say a single word against me!"

The child's father gritted his teeth, then knelt down on the ground with a thud: "Tell me how to do it, and I'll do whatever you say!"

"Get a basin of cool water, the cooler the better. Also, find some clean towels and unbutton the child's clothes!"

"Take off his clothes! Are you trying to freeze him to death?!" the child's mother shrieked. "It's so cold, why are you taking his clothes off?"

"He has a fever, not just a chill!" Yang Hu said firmly, completely disregarding the child's mother. "Go find him quickly, or you'll regret it!"

The items were quickly found. Yang Hu first pinched the child's philtrum with his hand, then pinched it hard downwards, which immediately relaxed the child's tense body.

Then, he quickly tore open the child's fingernails and soles, took out three silver needles as thin as cow hair, and pierced them with a series of swift movements.

Three drops of black blood flowed out.

"He's bleeding the baby! He's bleeding the baby!" The crowd erupted in chaos again.

Some shy women covered their eyes in fright.

Yang Hu's hand, however, was as steady as could be!

He knows! A few acupuncture needles to release the heat and detoxify will suppress the child's seizures!

No one in the room dared to breathe, and dozens of eyes were fixed on the little kid on the kang (a heated brick bed).

Time ticked by, second by second.

The woman was clutching the hem of her clothes, her fingers turning blue and white, and she was muttering something under her breath.

Yang Hu, however, never stopped moving his hands.

Once the cloth is warmed up, replace it with one soaked in cold water and cover it again. Let the blood drip from your fingertips dry, then let it sit for a while longer!

He only had eyes for the baby on the kang (a heated brick bed), and ignored everything else.

It probably took less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn!

Those tightly clenched teeth slowly loosened.

Those eyes, which had been staring upwards, slowly turned towards them.

The twitching of his limbs gradually stopped.

The child made a gurgling sound in his throat and suddenly burst into tears.

That cry is more valuable than any other sound in the world.

Everyone in the room stood frozen in place.

"Gou...Gousheng?" The woman was the first to react, rushing over to pick up her son. "Gousheng's awake, my sweet baby!"

The child's father knelt there and slapped Yang Hu's head repeatedly, his forehead bleeding from the slapping but not feeling any pain.

"Dr. Yang! You're like a second parent to the Li family. I could never repay your kindness, even if I worked like a slave for the rest of my life!"

"Hey, don't thank me!" Yang Hu stopped the child's father, who was about to continue banging on his head. "The fever hasn't completely subsided yet!"

He scooped out a few herbs from the medicine basket and stuffed them into his father's mouth.

"Boil these herbs and give them to the child three times a day. Stay by his side constantly for the next two days. If his forehead gets hot, apply a cool cloth to it, understand?"

"Remember, remember!" The child's father held the medicine in his hands as if it were his life.

Yang Hu then stood up and let out a long sigh of relief.

He really wasn't used to the kneeling and kowtowing of the ancients.

The villagers in the room all looked at him differently now.

The white-bearded old man who had just been shouting "Don't touch him!" was now blushing with embarrassment and quietly slipped to the back of the crowd, leaning on his cane.

"Amazing... a basin of cold water and a few needles brought a child who was calling for his soul back to life."

"What do you mean by 'calling back the soul'? I think it's clearly Dr. Yang's medical skills that are superior, while the old ghost is just spouting nonsense!"

"That's right. Now that we have Dr. Yang in our village, which child will have to live in fear when they have a headache or fever?"

People say they have everything, and all the previous doubts and disdain have turned into heartfelt admiration.

The village chief had somehow blended into the crowd, stroking his gray beard, his smugness barely concealed.

"The old man said it all along," he told everyone he met, "A doctor with Dr. Yang's skills are so amazing, no city would be willing to fight over him! Our village is incredibly lucky to have such a doctor!"

Outside the crowd, Qin Ying also came out at some point and stood quietly at the door.

She was worried that Yang Hu would go out alone, so she followed him out to check.

However, when she saw that her husband was burning up and had just passed out, only to be pulled back from the brink of death by Yang Hu with a few stitches and a few pieces of cloth, she felt a mix of emotions.

Having served in the military for so many years, she had seen countless dead people.

So many healthy young men, not to mention those who died from swords and arrows, were wounded, their wounds festered, and when the fever broke, the army doctors were helpless, and in the end, they were burned alive in their tents.

She will never forget the feeling of watching someone die while she can't do anything about it.

If only there had been a doctor in the army back then...

Perhaps a few more of those good men buried in the yellow earth of the frontier will survive...

The thought had barely popped into her head when she was stunned, almost unable to believe it.

She glanced at the group of people standing in a circle in the courtyard, then looked at Yang Hu, who was being surrounded by them. His usually cold and indifferent eyes softened for some reason.

When it was pitch black at night, Yang Hu was finally freed from the sounds of gratitude in the courtyard and returned home.

The story of Gou Sheng spread throughout the entire village overnight, and even beyond.

People say that in that thatched village outside the city, whose name has never been recorded, there lived a miraculous doctor who could pull people back to their homes…

But he couldn't possibly feel happy anymore.

He sat on the stone stool in his house, watching the woman in his house clumsily winding the thread around Lu Yan's head with her right hand by the light of the oil lamp.

Fame is a good thing.

However, the greater the fame, the more people come looking for trouble and watching the spectacle, and the more questions they ask.

The female general in his family is hiding her away; I wonder how many days she can stay hidden.

Yang Hu raised his hand and rubbed his brow.

He certainly understood the principle that a tall tree catches the wind.