The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

On a July afternoon, the sun beat down like fire.

The earthen road in Taohua'ao was so hot from the heat that white smoke was rising from it.

Liu Yulan, who lives at the west end of the village, is feeling very agitated.

She was a young widow. Her husband had an accident while working in the city two years ago, leaving her alone to guard the empty courtyard.

When the weather gets hot, my body feels sticky and uncomfortable, and my heart feels like it's being scratched by a clump of grass.

She glanced around to make sure no one was watching, bit her plump lower lip, picked up a wooden basin, and quietly headed towards the secluded clear water pool behind the mountain.

The water in the pool was crystal clear, reflecting the surrounding trees.

Liu Yulan couldn't wait to take off her clothes.

She has a really good figure; she's curvy where she should be and slender where she should be.

Her skin was so fair and smooth from years of not being exposed to the sun that it was dazzling.

She slid into the water like a white fish.

"Hmm~~"

The cool pool water enveloped her, making her groan softly in comfort.

Just then, a person popped out of the bushes nearby with a rustling sound.

He's Yang Shuisheng, the village's idiot.

He was carrying a grayish-brown wild rabbit in his hand, shirtless, wearing only a pair of faded shorts.

Years of hard work and running around the mountains have given him a muscular physique.

Beads of sweat streamed down his bronze chest and well-defined abdominal muscles, glistening in the sunlight.

Liu Yulan didn't dodge; instead, she stood halfway in the chest-deep water, her peach-blossom eyes fixed on Yang Shuisheng, her gaze alluring.

This idiot may not be very bright, but his physique... is absolutely irresistible.

"Shuisheng, come here."

Liu Yulan's voice was soft and sweet as she beckoned to him.

Yang Shuisheng stared blankly at the shimmering white figure in the water, grinning foolishly: "Hehe, Sister Yulan, let's take a bath."

"Yes, it's too hot."

Liu Yulan's eyes darted around, and she deliberately puffed out her chest.

The full curve was faintly visible on the water's surface.

"Shuisheng, your sister-in-law has two big white rabbits here, they're more fun than yours, do you want to touch them?"

As she spoke, she leaned forward and reached out to grab Yang Shuisheng's arm.

Yang Shuisheng seemed to understand the word "rabbit," and after looking at Liu Yulan in the water, he stretched out his hand with a simple smile.

The rough fingers were about to touch the delicate arm.

"Hey! What kind of show are you putting on in this sweltering heat?"

A sleazy voice suddenly broke in.

Liu Yulan was so frightened that she shuddered and hurriedly shrank back into the water, leaving only her head above water.

Just then, Zhao Hu, the idle bully from the village entrance, emerged leisurely from behind a large rock by the pond, a blade of grass dangling from his mouth.

A pair of triangular eyes scanned back and forth between Liu Yulan and Yang Shuisheng by the water with ill intent.

"Hey Yulan, what's the point of you seducing an idiot? He doesn't know anything!"

Zhao Hu stared greedily at Liu Yulan.

"For this kind of thing, I, Tiger, will handle it. I guarantee you'll be comfortable."

"Zhao Hu! What nonsense are you spouting! Get out of here!"

Liu Yulan was both ashamed and angry, her face turning bright red.

"Get lost?" Zhao Hu laughed smugly, taking two steps forward. "Liu Yulan, don't push your luck."

"Your mother-in-law accepted my three thousand yuan dowry and nodded in agreement to let you live with me."

"You're my future wife now, I can do whatever I want with you, and you can't say no."

Liu Yulan was struck dumb, her face turning deathly pale instantly.

Her mother-in-law... actually sold her?

Liu Yulan felt ice-cold all over, but it wasn't from being immersed in the pool water.

"Impossible!" she cried, her voice trembling, but she forced herself to shout, "My mother-in-law... how could my mother-in-law agree to this?"

"Besides, Zhao Hu, you?"

"You're idle and penniless, you can't possibly come up with three thousand yuan? You're kidding me!"

She simply didn't believe it.

Zhao Hu was a notorious good-for-nothing in the village, good at petty theft, but three thousand yuan?

Even if you sold him, you still wouldn't be able to raise the money.

Believe it or not.

Zhao Hu chuckled, licked his lips, and his eyes became even more lewd.

"Let's get things done here, make it a fait accompli, and then go back together to ask your mother-in-law. Then everything will be clear, right?"

As he spoke, he began to unbutton his undershirt, making a gesture as if he were about to go into the water.

Liu Yulan was so frightened that she turned around and scrambled towards the edge of the pool, trying to escape to the shore.

But the stones at the bottom of the pool were covered with moss and were very slippery. In her haste, she twisted her ankle and fell heavily back into the water with a "plop," choking on several mouthfuls and looking utterly disheveled.

"Hahahaha!" Zhao Hu laughed heartily and went into the water, slowly approaching. "Why are you running, Yulan? Don't be afraid, Brother Hu will take good care of you and won't hurt you."

Just as Liu Yulan was in despair, a figure stood between her and Zhao Hu.

It is Yang Shuisheng.

He was startled by Zhao Hu and took a few steps back.

But then she moved back, spreading her arms wide like a mother hen protecting her chicks, shielding the wet magnolia behind her.

His face still wore that simple, honest expression, but he muttered, "No...you're not allowed to bully Sister-in-law Yulan."

"You idiot, get out of here!"

Zhao Hu didn't take him seriously at all and cursed impatiently.

He raised his foot and kicked Yang Shuisheng hard in the abdomen with all his might.

Yang Shuisheng groaned, kicked back several steps, and landed hard on his backside in the shallow water by the pool.

"Shuisheng, run! Go back to the village and call for help!" Liu Yulan shouted shrilly as she seized the opportunity.

Yang Shuisheng clutched his stomach, looked at Zhao Hu's ferocious face, and then at Liu Yulan, whose face was covered in water, whether it was tears or a spring.

It seems that it understood "run" and "call for help".

He blankly uttered an "Oh," then scrambled out of the water, turned, and ran out of the woods.

"Damn it, trying to ruin my good time?"

Zhao Hu then realized that letting this idiot run off to call for help would be disastrous.

He was consumed by rage and, upon glancing at a pebble about half the size of a fist at his feet, without thinking, bent down, picked it up, and hurled it with all his might at Yang Shuisheng's retreating figure.

A muffled "bang" was heard.

The stone hit Yang Shuisheng squarely on the back of the head.

Yang Shuisheng didn't even utter a sound. His body, which was rushing forward, suddenly froze, and then, like a piece of wood, he fell straight forward to the ground, motionless.

Liu Yulan in the pool was so frightened that she covered her mouth and couldn't even scream.

Zhao Hu was also stunned for a moment, then waded ashore while cursing.

He walked over to Yang Shuisheng and flipped him over with his toes.

Yang Shuisheng's eyes were closed, his head had a large gash, and blood was gushing out. His face quickly turned ashen.

Zhao Hu squatted down, checked his breathing, and then touched his neck.

It was completely lifeless.

A flicker of panic crossed Zhao Hu's face, but it was quickly replaced by ruthlessness.

He stood up, dusted off his hands, turned to look at Liu Yulan, who was frozen in fear in the pool, and even managed a smile.

"Pah, it's good that he's dead, saves him from getting in the way." He spat on the ground. "Perfect, after I'm done having fun with you, I'll deal with this idiot."

Warm blood continued to gush from the wound on the back of Yang Shuisheng's head.

It trickled down his neck, soaking his sweaty chest.

Bloodstains spilled over a small, inconspicuous dark red jade pendant hanging from a red string on his chest.

The jade pendant was no bigger than a fingernail, with irregular edges, as if it had been broken off from something. Its color was dull, and it looked no different from an ordinary stone on ordinary days.

At this moment, Yang Shuisheng's blood stained it.

The jade pendant even shimmered with a faint pinkish light.

The blood droplets on the surface seeped in silently, as if absorbed by a sponge.