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

As a result, Yang's restaurant became even more famous in the west of the city.

Early one morning, a young man in his early twenties, supported by his parents, hurriedly entered the clinic.

The young man's name was Qin Xiaoliu. He was a waiter at a teahouse in the west of the city. Half of his face was twisted to one side, with his left mouth turned down, and saliva dribbling from the side of his crooked lips.

Moreover, his left eye was not closed, and a white line was showing.

He tried to speak, but his face was tilted to one side, making it difficult for him to speak clearly. The more anxious he became, the less he could speak clearly, and the less he could speak clearly, the more saliva dripped from his mouth.

A perfectly healthy young man woke up one night to find his face twisted. Anyone would be so scared they'd wet themselves in that situation, right?

"Dr. Yang! Please, please save my little Liu!" His mother wiped away tears and snot, pointing at her son. "He woke up this morning like this! All the doctors in the south of the city said... oh dear! He's had a stroke from being blown around, he'll be paralyzed, paralyzed for life!"

The first stop for Qin Xiaoliu was a highly respected doctor in the south of the city. He had his hands behind his back and followed Qin Xiaoliu to Yang Hu with a forced smile on his face.

"He's had a stroke. This is evil energy that blew in. Half of his body is not functioning properly. This young man is so young, he will most likely be paralyzed on this side of his face for the rest of his life." The old doctor glanced at Yang Hu. "Dr. Yang is so young, I've hardly ever seen anyone with this kind of stroke."

Yang Hu ignored him and instead told Qin Xiaoliu to open his mouth wide, puff out his cheeks, and raise his eyebrows.

As a result, Qin Xiaoliu's left cheek remained completely still; not only could he not lift his eyebrows, but he couldn't even lift one of his eyelids. On the other hand, his right cheek was very flexible and strong, with his eyebrows puffed out and his cheeks bulging, just like a normal person.

Then, when Qin Xiaoliu was asked to raise his hands and feet, his arms and legs were surprisingly flexible, showing no signs of paralysis.

He had a plan in mind.

He didn't have a stroke at all.

That's clearly a hanging wire style!

His crooked mouth and slanted eyes are just a problem with his cheeks, but his hands and feet are still flexible and his mind is very clear. How could he have suffered a stroke that caused hemiplegia?

"This is not a stroke," Yang Hu said.

The old doctor opened his mouth, but couldn't find the words to say for a moment.

Aji kept passing the needle back and forth, finally unable to hold back any longer, he said, "Master, they look the same. How can you tell the difference? Is this a stroke or not?"

"Hands and feet, and consciousness," Yang Hu said while inserting acupuncture needles. "A stroke means the blood vessels in the brain are blocked, half of the body is paralyzed, the arm can't be lifted, the legs can't be moved, and speech is unclear. A 'hanging stroke,' on the other hand, only the mouth is crooked, while the hands and feet are very flexible, and the mind is clear. At most, there might be a drooping mouth and the eyelids might not close completely. One is a disease of the brain, and the other is a disease of the face. They may seem the same, but they are actually two different things!"

Aji seemed to understand, but he kept these things firmly in his heart.

"Then...what did we offend?" Qin Xiaoliu's mother was still crying. "Last night, while sleeping behind his teahouse, did some dirty thing pinch your face?"

"It's not something dirty, it's the draft!" Yang Hu said. "He slept with half his face facing the draft at night, caught a cold, and his muscles got stiff."

"Can it be cured?" Qin Xiaoliu's father, who hadn't dared to speak until now, trembled slightly. "Can...can it really be fixed?"

"It can be cured," Yang Hu said. "The problem is that if it drags on, the tendons will become stiff and it will be impossible to cure."

He took out silver needles and applied them to several acupoints, including Dicang and Jiache, on the side of Qin Xiaoliu's face that was tilted to the side.

The people who gathered around were all very distressed—it looked like they were sticking needles into his face, making his mouth look crooked!

"Don't paralyze someone by sticking needles into their face!" someone shouted.

Yang Hu pretended not to hear clearly. After finishing the acupuncture, he took out a hot gauze and gently applied it to Qin Xiaoliu's half of his face, and prescribed a medicine to dispel wind.

"This disease needs to be treated early, before the tendons are completely constricted. Acupuncture can dispel wind and slowly loosen the tendons on that half of the face." He added, "From now on, don't sleep in a draft, and don't let your face get cold. This can't be rushed. It will take at least ten days to half a month, and at most one or two months. Be patient."

Qin Xiaoliu did as he was told, coming every other day for acupuncture, and then going home to apply medicine and avoid the wind.

For the first few days, there were no changes, but his mother was so anxious that she cried, worried that his face would really become crooked and he would die.

Yang Hu wasn't in a hurry and told her to wait patiently.

By the fourth or fifth day, his face, his crooked mouth, gradually straightened up, and his left eye, which couldn't close, slowly closed.

After some time, Qin Xiaoliu's face will look exactly like a normal one!

Yang Hu then instructed Qin Xiaoliu that since the face had just been healed, the tendons on the other side of the face had only just loosened up. For the next few years, he should avoid windy areas, as catching a cold would cause the illness to flare up again.

Qin Xiaoliu wrote everything down. When he returned to the teahouse to work as a waiter, he deliberately made a detour to Yang's restaurant and knelt down to kowtow.

"Dr. Yang, if it weren't for you, my face would be crooked like this, the teahouse wouldn't want me anymore, and I wouldn't be able to get a wife..."

As the young man spoke, his eyes welled up with tears again.

The Qin family was an ordinary family; the income from working as a waiter supported the whole family, and they were already quite poor. Yang Hu could see clearly, so he only charged the price of the medicine and didn't charge a penny for the consultation.

Feeling bad about it, Qin Xiaoliu's mother would send him some homemade steamed buns and pickled vegetables every two or three days. Although it wasn't much, it was a gift from the bottom of her heart.

The news spread quickly throughout the west of the city in no time.

"The old doctor in the south of the city said that Qin Xiaoliu's face was a sign of a stroke that would paralyze him for life, but Doctor Yang cured him with just a few needles."

"Oh, the most amazing thing is that Dr. Yang glanced at it and said it wasn't a stroke, but some kind of 'Schönlein' stroke. Isn't that strange? Just because their mouths are crooked, he can tell whether the disease is in their brain or their face..."

"Oh dear! That old man in the south of the city practically gave that illness a death sentence, saying he'd be paralyzed for life. Luckily, we didn't believe him, otherwise Qin's sixth son would have been finished!"

The old doctor who had been diagnosed with a stroke and had mocked Yang Hu on the spot saw a significant decrease in patients seeking his treatment after the story spread. Before long, he simply stopped going out of his house altogether.

Nighttime, in the backyard.

Lu Yan washed the dust off Yang Hu's hands, and when she saw him mention that crooked mouth, she smiled with her lips pursed.

"Young master's hands can even turn a crooked mouth back to normal."

"The veins in his face are taut; once they loosen, it'll be fine," Yang Hu said. "The difficulty isn't in curing it, but in the fact that city doctors can't distinguish between wind coming from the face and wind coming from the brain. They've killed people!"

Lu Rou listened and smiled as she helped Lu Yan with the accounts.

"If you cure one patient, people will say one more good thing about you. This reputation is more effective than any number of plaques."

Liu Ye returned from the medicinal herb garden carrying two large bags of wild game and squatted by the door to warm herself by the fire.

Qin Ying sat under the lamp, not saying much. When she heard them say that if the young man's face was crooked, he would not be able to get a wife and would lose his livelihood, her usually cold and hard eyebrows relaxed a little.

After living here for a while, she gradually came to understand: what Yang Hu cured was not just one person, but a whole family's way of life.

Yang Hu's name grew increasingly famous.

In both the west and east of the city, as long as Dr. Yang from the east of the city is mentioned, people flock to Dr. Yang's door to seek treatment, and everyone gives him a thumbs up.

In less than half a year since he came to the city, he went from an unknown itinerant doctor to Doctor Yang of the East City, a man whom no one dared to offend.

However, the greater the fame, the more trouble it attracts. Some of these troubles are not hidden away because of their fame, but rather seem to be waiting for an opportunity to strike.