Courtyard House: My max-level medical skills specialize in treating beasts.

Cui Dake, who had just come out of the hospital, was clutching a medical report in his hand, his face contorted with anger.

He was the same guy who harassed Ding Qiunan a few days ago, got "punished" by He Yudong, and was still grateful. That day, He Yudong said he had an "incurable disease," pricked him with needles for half an hour, and then said, "I'm cured."

Cui Dake was terrified at the time, but after calming down, he felt something was wrong. He came to the hospital for a follow-up examination today, and the report clearly stated: He is in excellent health and has never had any serious illness!

He repeated He Yudong's words to the doctor, who immediately concluded, "You've been fooled by this kid!"

Cui Dake was furious. He had been completely fooled and was even grateful to He Yudong. He felt ashamed just thinking about it! He had to get revenge, and he wanted Ding Qiunan too!

What he didn't know was that He Yudong had already cut off his kidney meridian, and his body was slowly turning into a "eunuch". This change had to be endured slowly, and it would take a week to show. Now there were only three or four days left. By then, apart from urinating, all his functions would be useless.

The next morning, He Yudong rode his electric bicycle, humming a song, towards the factory. When he was still more than a hundred meters from the factory gate, a dozen or so thugs suddenly jumped out and blocked the road completely with sticks.

"What do you mean?" He Yudong looked at the situation without flinching.

A man emerged from behind the group of thugs; it was Yang Weimin, the one who had been relentlessly pursuing Haitang earlier. He sneered, "Kid, didn't expect this, did you? You've fallen into my hands today! You dare try to steal my woman? You'd better ask around and find out who I, Yang Weimin, am! Brothers, let's go! Just don't kill them!"

"Don't worry, Brother Yang, we've got this covered!" The leader of the thugs chuckled, brandishing a stick as he charged forward. "Kid, you've got a bad reputation for offending the wrong person."

Before he could finish speaking, he was sent flying backward with a "whoosh," a bright red slap mark on his face, and he immediately fainted. He Yudong clapped his hands: "Too much nonsense."

"Boss! Let's all go! Kill this kid!" The remaining thugs roared and swarmed forward. He Yudong assumed a fighting stance, unleashing the Bagua Swimming Dragon Palm, a technique passed down from Sun Lutang. The old man had thoroughly mastered Tai Chi, Bagua, and Xingyi, reaching the "Transformation of Strength" level, where even a feather couldn't touch him. Although He Yudong had only absorbed 50% of the inheritance, it was more than enough to deal with these small fry.

He moved through the thugs like a dragon, and with every move he made, someone would scream and fall down, and he would disappear without a trace.

Yang Weimin, standing behind, was dumbfounded. This wasn't a human; he was clearly a martial arts master! Seeing all the thugs lying on the ground, he turned to run, but after taking only two steps, He Yudong blocked his way and slapped him hard across the face. Yang Weimin spun around 720 degrees like a top.

When he came to his senses, He Yudong had already stepped on his chest. "Was it fun?" He Yudong asked.

"What do you want to do? My uncle is Deputy Factory Director Li! If you mess with me, my uncle will not let you off!" Yang Weimin said angrily.

*Slap!* Another slap across the face. "Fuck you..."

"Slap!" Before he could finish cursing, he was slapped again.

Yang Weimin tried to struggle, but He Yudong continued to slap him until blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, several teeth fell out, and he spoke with a lisp: "I won't dare anymore, I really won't dare anymore..."

"I'm in a good mood today, so I'll let you off this time." He Yudong raised his foot, "If there's a next time, I'll break your legs."

Yang Weimin's eyes were full of resentment, but he dared not speak out. Seeing that he was still not convinced, He Yudong rolled his eyes, took out some powder and flicked it on his body, and then flicked some on each of the thugs. This was a newly made itching powder. If it flared up, even if you went to the hospital for a checkup, they wouldn't be able to find out what was wrong. It wouldn't stop until three to five days later.

"Get lost." He Yudong clapped his hands, got on his electric bike and rode back to the factory, as if nothing had happened.

A system notification sounded in my ear: "Ding, one thug has been taught a lesson, reward: 5 merit points." "Ding, one thug has been taught a lesson, reward: 8 merit points."

The system notifications in his mind kept ringing like a machine gun. He glanced at the panel and saw that he had actually earned over a hundred merit points this time, bringing his total to over two hundred. It seemed he should do more good deeds and punish evil in the future; this way of making money was much better than going to work.

A conversation drifted from the infirmary: "Dr. Ding, I brought you breakfast especially! I know you love chestnuts, so I ran three blocks to find some. Want to try some?"

"Cui Dake, are you ever going to stop? If you have nothing to do, get out of here, or I'll call for help!"

Early in the morning, Cui Dake arrived with breakfast and chestnuts to curry favor. In his quest to win Ding Qiunan's heart, he had specifically inquired about her love for chestnuts and traveled a long way to buy them—a clever scheme indeed. But Ding Qiunan only had eyes for He Yudong. Compared to He Yudong's handsome looks, erudition, and reliability, Cui Dake was utterly useless and would only annoy her more.

He Yudong rode his bicycle to the entrance of the infirmary, heard the commotion inside, parked his bike and went in, just in time to see Cui Dake grabbing Ding Qiunan's sleeve and refusing to let go. He immediately shouted, "Stop!"

Cui Dake was startled, and Ding Qiunan quickly hid behind He Yudong when she saw him arrive.

"Cui Dake, are you being a hooligan in broad daylight?" He Yudong shouted angrily.

"Director He, you can't just say things like that! I'm delivering breakfast, how can that be considered indecent?" Cui Dake retorted stubbornly, but he couldn't hide the resentment in his eyes. He could tell that Ding Qiunan liked He Yudong, and this person was his biggest obstacle.

"No unauthorized personnel allowed in the infirmary. Get out," He Yudong said coldly.

"Hmph, we'll see!" Cui Dake snorted, stuffing his breakfast and chestnuts into his clothes.

He Yudong flicked his finger, smearing some powder onto Cui Dake: "Wait."

"Director He, aren't you letting us leave yet?" Cui Dake said with a sarcastic smile.

"Just so you know, you have a medical condition," He Yudong said.

"Don't try to fool me! I just went to the hospital for a checkup, and I'm perfectly healthy! You deliberately messed with me last time, and I remember it!" Cui Dake said angrily.

"Oh, you're having a good laugh." He Yudong raised an eyebrow. "I already told you you're sick. No doctor in the hospital is as good as me. Just wait and see. Before long, you'll be itching unbearably and covered in red bumps. By then, even the hospital won't be able to cure you."

"Don't try to scare me! I don't believe you!" Cui Dake retorted stubbornly.

"Fine, believe it or not, good luck." He Yudong smirked, letting him itch for a few days. This guy is even worse than Xu Damao, but he'll probably become a eunuch in a couple of days, so he won't harm Ding Qiunan anymore.

"Brother He, this guy is so annoying! Yesterday after I got off work, he secretly followed me, and I was a little scared..." Ding Qiunan snuggled up to He Yudong, her voice soft and sweet.

"Don't worry, he's going to have a run of bad luck these next few days," He Yudong whispered in her ear.

"Really? People like that deserve to be taught a lesson! Brother He, you're so kind." Ding Qiunan's eyes sparkled, full of dependence.

He Yudong had just said that he had put itching powder on Cui Dake, enough to make him itchy for days, and the hospital couldn't find the cause. "Ding, one thug punished, reward 10 merit points." "Ding, one thug punished, reward 8 merit points."... The system notification sounded again. He Yudong was startled, then realized that Yang Weimin and his gang of thugs were probably itching terribly, hence the system rewards. Beating them up gives merit points, punishing them again gives more—this is a good deal.

Yang Weimin was working in the workshop when he suddenly became extremely itchy. He scratched until his skin bled, but the itching was still unbearable. The people in the workshop, seeing this, panicked, thinking it was a contagious disease. Yang Weimin cried out in agony, "Ah, I can't take it anymore! Take me to the hospital!" The itching was persistent, almost mentally torturous, and spread rapidly. Not only him, but the group of thugs from before were in the same boat; showering and scratching didn't help, and they all rushed to the hospital.

The notification sound stopped, and He Yudong glanced at the panel; his merit points had increased by about a hundred. He opened the host information:

Name: He Yudong

Bloodline: Pure Yanhuang bloodline

Age: 20

Physical fitness: 40 (average 10 for the average person)

Mental state: 28 (average 10 for the average person)

Skills: Master-level Traditional Chinese Medicine (50%), Master-level Western Medicine (50%), Master-level Internal Martial Arts (55%), Advanced Military Skills, Proficient in Music, Chess, Calligraphy, and Painting, Proficient in the Butcher's Skill

Merit Points: 420

Looking at his 420 merit points, He Yudong was quite satisfied. It wouldn't be long before he could do another ten-pull. He had reaped considerable rewards from his first two ten-pulls, and he particularly enjoyed the anticipation of the draw.

Early in the morning, more than a dozen workers came to the clinic for treatment. He Yudong's medical skills had become well-known in the factory, and people would come to him whenever they felt unwell. In addition, with the beautiful doctor Ding Qiunan also on duty, many single male workers liked to gather there. However, Ding Qiunan was cold and aloof to everyone except He Yudong, keeping everyone at arm's length.

He Yudong was happy to have so many patients: firstly, he could earn merit points, and even a small amount was still good; secondly, it would improve his medical skills' integration level, which was already at 50%, and he felt he could cure any disease, even cancer. He wondered how powerful he would be once it reached 100%. Moreover, with the Hundred Herbs Garden as an aid, he could find any medicinal herbs, even those unavailable on the market.

Cui Dake started acting up, and He Yudong collected more merit points. Goodness, this guy contributed 50 points, which shows how wicked he is. He immediately made up his mind: don't kill bad guys all at once, it's best to keep them alive to harvest more. He can get merit points by dealing with them. He won't do something like killing the goose that lays the golden eggs.

"Brother He, it's lunchtime. Let me get you some food." Ding Qiunan finished her work and came over with a smile.

"Let's go together. I'll go back to the cafeteria and ask for a pot of hot pot to make you braised pork," He Yudong said.

"Brother He, meat is so expensive these days, don't waste money. Come to my dorm tonight, I'll cook you fish." Ding Qiunan quickly stopped him.

"It's okay, it doesn't cost any money. I had a lot of meat stored up in the cafeteria before, it's just sitting there anyway," He Yudong said with a smile, waving his hand. "Just get two vegetable dishes and a bowl of rice."

"Well... alright then." Ding Qiunan couldn't persuade him otherwise.

Upon arriving at the cafeteria, Ding Qiunan queued up and got two servings of rice and two servings of vegetables, while He Yudong went around to the back of the cafeteria.

"Yudong, what are you doing here?" Shazhu's eyes narrowed with joy when he saw his younger brother. The old bachelor of twenty-eight years had just found a girlfriend, so how could he not be in a good mood?

"Using the pot as an excuse, let's make braised pork belly." He Yudong shook the pork belly in his hand and smiled easily.

"Hey kid, where did you get all this meat again?" Sha Zhu joked.

"Brother, don't worry about it. By the way, you should try to build a closer relationship with Teacher Ran, like sending her some of your signature dishes from time to time." He Yudong said half-jokingly and half-seriously.

"You're lecturing your brother now?" Sha Zhu weighed the two lunchboxes in his hands, intending to deliver them to Teacher Ran later. "Can I borrow your bicycle later?"

"Okay, just ride away when you get to the infirmary." He Yudong didn't say much, picked up the knife and twirled it in his hand a few times. The blade flashed and danced, leaving Sha Zhu and Ma Hua dumbfounded.

"Okay, just ride away when you get to the infirmary." He Yudong didn't say much, picked up the knife and twirled it in his hand a few times. The blade flashed and danced, leaving Sha Zhu and Ma Hua dumbfounded.

What happened next left the master and apprentice speechless.

"Master, my uncle's knife skills and cooking are even better than yours!" Ma Hua couldn't help but ask.

Sha Zhu's lips twitched. He really didn't expect his younger brother's cooking skills to be so amazing. This wasn't just cooking; it was practically performing art. Even he himself couldn't do it.

Before long, the fragrant braised pork was ready, and even the workers outside were salivating at the aroma. Sha Zhu quickly picked up a piece and put it in his mouth. It melted in his mouth, and the aroma of the meat exploded on his tongue. Wasn't this the ultimate goal that chefs strive for?

"Yudong, when did you learn to cook? This..." Shazhu looked at his younger brother in disbelief. If he was a culinary master, then his brother was a culinary god.

"Brother, have you heard of the story of Butcher Ding carving up an ox?" He Yudong asked with a smile.

"I know, it just means he has great knife skills and can dissect an ox with ease." Sha Zhu only graduated from elementary school, but he knows quite a lot.

"You only know one side of the story." He Yudong said with a profound look, "My cooking skills come from the knife skills of the butcher who skillfully dissects an ox. This knife skill is not just about cutting meat; every move is a dish in itself."

"Is each move a dish?" Sha Zhu was completely confused.

"Forget it, you wouldn't understand anyway. I'll give you the secret manual of the Butcher's Skill later, you can figure it out yourself, it will greatly help your cooking skills," He Yudong replied casually.

"That's great! Let's go back and study it properly tonight." Sha Zhu was immediately excited. He was a cook, and he couldn't be happier with anything that could improve his skills.

He Yudong packed a lunchbox full of braised pork, leaving a few pieces for Sha Zhu and Ma Hua, before leaving the kitchen. Ding Qiunan was still waiting at the canteen entrance, and a smile immediately appeared on her face when she saw him come out.

As He Yudong walked past, he suddenly felt a venomous gaze fixed on him. Turning around, he saw it was Qin Huairu, the widow Qin, who was queuing for food. Realizing she'd been noticed, she quickly looked away. In her heart, the person she hated most was He Yudong: ever since he returned, their good life had been completely ruined. Sha Zhu had found a girlfriend and no longer brought them food; the door was locked; and Bang Geng had broken his leg while stealing. She blamed all of this on He Yudong, and she would definitely take revenge whenever she had the chance.

Moreover, she already knows that Sha Zhu's boyfriend is Teacher Ran, and she has been planning to find an opportunity to ruin the marriage.

He Yudong didn't take Qin Huairu's hatred seriously at all. This widow had long held a grudge against him because of Sha Zhu's affair, and she was definitely harboring resentment. But what could she do even if she was resentful? She couldn't touch him. He Yudong loved watching this kind of "enemy wants to mess with you but can only watch helplessly" drama; it was very satisfying.

Back in the infirmary, the two sat down to eat. It wasn't the first time Ding Qiunan had eaten He Yudong's cooking, but every time she ate, her eyes lit up. Except for her body, which hadn't been "conquered," she was completely under his control. If He Yudong really wanted to touch her, she might even be hoping for it.

"Brother He, can you come to my dorm tonight and teach me how to cook?" After dinner, Ding Qiunan blushed and sidled up to him.

He Yudong chuckled: "What? You don't want to be a doctor anymore, so you're going to be a chef?"

"No way!" Ding Qiunan twisted the hem of her clothes with her fingers. "You always cook for me, and I want to learn so I can make it for you to try. Besides, we still have a lot of fish at home. They'll die if we don't let them go bad. You took two fish last time we went fishing, and I brought two back to my parents when I went home for the weekend. The rest are in the bucket in the dorm. The fish are too big to carry."

"Sure," He Yudong readily agreed.

Ding Qiunan's eyes lit up: "That's great! By the way, close your eyes."

"Close your eyes?" Ding Qiunan's heart pounded, her mind racing with all sorts of thoughts. Could it be that Brother He was going to kiss her? Her pretty face flushed red like a tomato, and she obediently closed her eyes, looking like she was ready to be picked, her heart pounding like a rabbit in her chest.

"Open your mouth," He Yudong said again.

"Huh?" Ding Qiunan muttered to herself. Did she have to open her mouth for a kiss? Lacking experience but unable to resist her curiosity, she slightly opened her mouth. As a result, something sweet was stuffed into her mouth. She instinctively opened her eyes and took a bite. The sweet taste exploded on her tongue, and her eyes widened again: "Brother He, what did you give me to eat? It's so delicious!"

Disappointing that the kiss didn't happen, but delightful because this stuff is absolutely amazing. He Yudong magically produced a plate of bright red strawberries from behind him: "I brought these this morning, but I forgot to give them to you. Try some."

"Where do strawberries come from in winter?" Ding Qiunan's eyes widened, her heart trembling with warmth.

"I have a way." He Yudong smiled and handed her one. "It's good for your beauty and health, eat it."

"Thank you, Brother He, you're so kind to me." Ding Qiunan's eyes welled up with tears of gratitude. She picked up a strawberry and offered it to his lips, but then felt the gesture was too intimate, and her face turned even redder.

He Yudong opened his mouth and caught the strawberry, taking her fingertips into his mouth as well. Ding Qiunan was so embarrassed that she quickly withdrew her hand, not daring to look at him.

These strawberries are from the Little World Orchard. If we can't finish them, we'll share them with those around us. The fruits and herbs inside are all irrigated with spiritual spring water, which is much more precious than money. How could we sell them? People who don't lack money care more about merit points.

Meanwhile, in Mr. Zhong Haiwu's office, Mr. Shui Jing, with his white hair and ruddy complexion, had just finished taking Mr. Wu's pulse. His eyes shone like light bulbs: "Mr. Wu, your health is getting better and better! The signs of your previous bladder problem have completely disappeared. Have you seen another doctor?"

"No..." Mr. Wu said, suddenly remembering He Yudong, whom he had met on the train. The young man had used a few silver needles to make him sleep for three days, fed him a cup of snow lotus tea, and finally prescribed a medicine. He had been drinking the medicine according to the prescription for the past few days, and his body had indeed recovered. Even the "potential problem with his bladder" that He Yudong had mentioned had come true.

"Mr. Wu, do you still have the prescription? Let me take a look." Shui Jing rushed forward anxiously.

"He's with Xiao Li." Boss Wu called over the guard.

Shui Jing took the prescription and glanced at it. His eyes instantly lit up like two lamps. His fingertips traced calculations on the paper, and after a short while, he slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "Brilliant! Brilliant! Brilliant!" He looked up at Boss Wu and asked, "Was this prescription written by a young man?"

"Is there a problem?" Mr. Wu frowned.

Shui Jing held the prescription and clicked his tongue: "This formula, this dosage, seems ordinary but is full of ingenuity, especially the treatment for your old bladder problem, it's like using four ounces to achieve a thousand pounds! This young man... is he perhaps a 'hidden master' in the world of traditional Chinese medicine?"