The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

Besides Zhou Caifeng's voice, there was also a man's muffled humming and a more forceful thud.

It's highly likely that it's Zhao Youcai.

Yang Shuisheng stopped in his tracks, standing in the dimly lit convenience store, clutching the five yuan in his hand.

He could hear the ambiguous sounds coming from upstairs very clearly.

"Useless junk, is that all?"

But this embarrassing commotion didn't last long before Zhou Caifeng's voice, tinged with dissatisfaction, floated down: "What a spoilsport!"

"Shut the fuck up! If you keep babbling..."

Village chief Zhao Youcai, somewhat embarrassed and angry, reprimanded him in a low voice.

"What, did I say something wrong?"

"Not even three minutes! When have you ever made me feel good?"

"Hey, you fucking say that again!"

Seeing that another argument was about to break out upstairs, Yang Shuisheng cleared his throat and raised his voice again, calling out, "Is Aunt Feng here? I need to buy something!"

The upstairs area fell silent instantly.

A few seconds later, Zhao Youcai's annoyed voice came through: "Hmph, hurry up and go see if you can get rid of them, I'll deal with you when I get back."

After a while, the curtain leading to the inner room was lifted, and a woman in her thirties came out. It was Zhou Caifeng, the village chief's wife.

Her hair was a little disheveled, her face was flushed from the aftermath, and her lips were a little swollen.

She was wearing a floral short-sleeved t-shirt, with the top two buttons undone, revealing a section of her fair neck and a deep cleavage, and a pair of loose cotton trousers.

She wasn't tall, but she was voluptuous, with full breasts in all the right places. Her chest swayed as she walked, and her whole being exuded maturity.

"Idiot? What are you doing here?"

Upon seeing Yang Shuisheng standing outside the counter, she immediately frowned and said in a sharp tone, "Auntie didn't cook today. If you want food, go somewhere else."

She thought this idiot had come to beg for leftovers again.

Yang Shuisheng thought to himself, "At least I helped her out of that predicament with my words, and this is how she treats me?"

His face was expressionless. He took out five yuan from his pocket and slapped it on the dusty glass counter: "Buy noodles."

Zhou Caifeng paused for a moment, looked down at the crumpled five yuan note, then looked up at Yang Shuisheng, her eyes filled with suspicion.

This idiot usually doesn't know where his next meal will come from, where did he get the money?

And he just pulled out five yuan at a time?

"Where did you get the money?" Instead of taking the money, she crossed her arms, a gesture that made her ample chest even more prominent, her t-shirt taut. "You didn't steal it, did you? I don't accept money that's been stolen!"

Yang Shuisheng didn't reply, but pointed to the area under the glass counter: "There are two more there, I saw them."

Zhou Caifeng looked in the direction he pointed and saw that there were indeed two bundles of dried noodles wrapped in old newspapers lying in the corner of the bottom shelf of the counter.

"So what if you see it?"

She was a little embarrassed, but then she snorted and said, "I said I won't sell, and I won't sell."

"Who knows if your money is clean or not?" she said, then looked Yang Shuisheng up and down a few more times. "Tsk, I say, you idiot, why do I feel like you're not so stupid today...?"

Yang Shuisheng was too lazy to waste words with her.

He didn't want to cause trouble, but seeing Zhou Caifeng's arrogant and condescending attitude, he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

"With an attitude like that, you think you can do business?"

His gaze swept over Zhou Caifeng's face, and combined with the commotion he had just heard upstairs, the medical knowledge he had inherited naturally surfaced in his mind.

"He always has a long face, like someone owes him eight million."

"I see you have excessive liver fire, a disharmony between your heart and kidneys, and a severe imbalance of yin and yang. You probably don't sleep well at night and feel restless during the day, right?"

He took back the five yuan from the counter, turned around as if to leave, and casually remarked, "If this continues, headaches and heartache will be the least of my worries."

He spoke slowly, but every word was clear, and he didn't sound like a fool at all.

Zhou Caifeng was initially impatient, but as she heard the rest, her eyes widened and she became somewhat surprised and uncertain.

What Yang Shuisheng said... insomnia and night sweats at night, irritability during the day, waves of heat in his body, and the unpleasantness of what just happened... it all hit the nail on the head.

She has indeed been like this lately, and she thought it was because she was going through menopause or because the weather was too hot.

But... but how could this idiot know?

And you even have a whole set of theories to back it up?

"Hey! You...you stop right there!"

Seeing Yang Shuisheng pocket the money and turn to leave, Zhou Caifeng blurted out.

Yang Shuisheng stopped walking, but did not turn around.

Zhou Caifeng quickly went around the counter and took two quick steps to block his way.

Now that they were closer, Yang Shuisheng could even smell the mixture of sweat and face cream on her body.

She stared into Yang Shuisheng's eyes, which were clear and bright, without a trace of their former turbidity.

"What...what nonsense were you spouting just now?" Zhou Caifeng's voice was low and accusatory, but the curiosity and urgency in her eyes were unmistakable. "Explain yourself clearly! What yin-yang imbalance, heart-kidney disharmony?"

"Explain clearly?"

Yang Shuisheng looked at her calmly.

"If I told you, would you sell those two bundles of noodles?"

Zhou Caifeng gritted her teeth and said, "Tell me! If you answer correctly, Auntie will not only sell you the noodles, but also give them to you at cost price."

"Have you been feeling inexplicably angry lately, finding fault with everything and easily getting irritated?"

"I can't sleep at night, and even when I do, I have many dreams and wake up easily, covered in a cold sweat?"

"I experience bouts of fever, especially in the afternoon and evening, but my hands and feet tend to feel cold?"

"Your periods...aren't they a bit irregular anymore? And..." Yang Shuisheng paused, his gaze sweeping over her neck and slightly dry lips, his voice lowering further, "...that kind of thing between husband and wife isn't going well either, is it?"

"It comes quickly and goes quickly, but I always feel...uncomfortable, and even more depressed."

With each word he spoke, Zhou Caifeng's expression changed.

By the end, her face had turned red and white in turns, not from embarrassment, but from shock.

This idiot actually guessed all of these private, embarrassing symptoms!

There are some details that even her own husband, Zhao Youcai, doesn't know.

"How...how did you know?" Zhou Caifeng's voice was a little dry, and her gaze towards Yang Shuisheng had completely changed. "Who told you? Or did you...you eavesdrop..."

She blushed even more as she recalled the commotion upstairs.

Yang Shuisheng didn't answer how she knew, but simply said, "Liver qi stagnation, excessive heart fire, insufficient kidney water, and imbalance of yin and yang are not serious illnesses, but they can be uncomfortable if left untreated for too long."

"To improve your condition, try to avoid getting angry, eat a light diet, and avoid cold foods."

"If possible, boil some lily bulbs, jujube seeds, and floating wheat in water and drink it to calm your nerves."

After saying that, he ignored Zhou Caifeng's shocked expression and held out his hand: "Noodles!"

Still in shock and doubt, Zhou Caifeng nodded subconsciously, then turned around absentmindedly and went back behind the counter. She took out the two bundles of noodles wrapped in old newspapers, and, as if possessed, only took three yuan from Yang Shuisheng, handing over the remaining two yuan along with the noodles.

Yang Shuisheng took the noodles and change, didn't say another word, and turned to leave the convenience store.

Zhou Caifeng stood there, clutching the five yuan, watching Yang Shuisheng's figure disappear into the dirt road outside the door, her heart churning with turmoil.

This Yang Shuisheng... is he really not stupid anymore?

Not only is he not stupid, how does he know all this?

He spoke so eloquently and perfectly captured her feelings.

Seeing Yang Shuisheng about to walk away, Zhou Caifeng, for some unknown reason, impulsively chased after him out of the convenience store, calling out in a low voice, "Shuisheng! You...you wait!"