The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

As evening fell on the back mountain, the light in the woods dimmed very quickly.

With his newly acquired knowledge of herbs, Yang Shuisheng discovered something different in the familiar deep mountains.

He didn't go to the outer area where he usually gathered firewood and caught rabbits.

Instead, they ventured deeper into the shady, less frequented slopes of the hillside.

He was lucky; under a thick layer of humus from a pine tree, he found several clumps of Solomon's seal.

With its large leaves and thick stems, it's clear that it's quite old.

He carefully used a machete to dig through the soil and remove the tuber.

The largest one is spindle-shaped, quite large, with tightly packed and clear rings on its surface, and about ten rings of stem scars remaining on the rhizome.

"Ten years' worth..."

Yang Shuisheng weighed it in his hand; it was heavy.

With this condition, it should fetch a good price in town.

He's not stupid anymore; he can't live like before, drifting aimlessly and relying on others for support.

Revenge, finding fragments, cultivation—none of these can be done without money.

This ten-year-old Solomon's seal was his start-up capital.

He carefully kept the ten-year-old yellow stalk, and dug out two other stalks that were three or four years old, keeping these for his own use.

As for goji berries, there aren't many wild ones in the mountains; he only found a small handful, which were fairly reddish in color.

Old mountain ginseng rootlets are relatively hard to find. He wandered around for a long time but couldn't find a suitable one. However, he managed to gather about 70-80% of the other auxiliary herbs.

Overall, though, this trip was quite fruitful.

As darkness fell completely, the sounds of various birds and animals echoed from the forest.

Yang Shuisheng knew he couldn't find all the ingredients tonight, but fortunately he had the main ingredient, Polygonatum sibiricum. He could go to town tomorrow, sell the Polygonatum sibiricum, and then come back to find the others.

He noted down the locations he had searched that day and turned to walk towards Qingshuitan.

At 11 p.m., the back mountain was quiet, with only the chirping of insects and the sound of flowing water.

The moon was obscured by clouds, and the light was dim.

A slender figure, with light, quick steps, nervously approached the edge of the pool.

It is Liu Yulan.

She changed into a floral shirt and dark pants, her hair was neatly combed, and she had a faint scent of soap on her body, clearly having taken the time to groom herself.

"Shuisheng? Shuisheng, are you there?"

She lowered her voice and tentatively called out.

"Sister-in-law Yulan, over here."

Yang Shuisheng emerged from behind a large rock by the pool.

He had already wandered around the area and confirmed that no one was there.

When Liu Yulan saw him, she breathed a sigh of relief, her face flushing slightly.

"Here, I...I took it from home."

She moved closer, took out a small cloth bag from her bosom, and stuffed it into Yang Shuisheng's hand, saying softly, "Two steamed buns, still warm, have some first."

Inside the cloth bag were two plump, white steamed buns, still carrying her body heat and a faint scent of a woman.

Yang Shuisheng took it, his fingers inadvertently brushing against her palm.

Liu Yulan reacted as if she had been electrocuted, quickly withdrawing her hand.

"Thank you, Sister-in-law Yulan."

Yang Shuisheng picked up a steamed bun, took a bite, and chewed, but his eyes were fixed on Liu Yulan's face, which was glowing softly in the moonlight. He mumbled, "Yes, we should eat first."

"After all, you need to be well-fed to have the energy to work."

He emphasized the words "do work" with a distinct hint.

Liu Yulan's face flushed red instantly, but thankfully the darkness concealed it.

She stomped her foot in embarrassment, her voice even softer: "You... what nonsense are you talking about..."

But she didn't move away; instead, she leaned slightly closer to Yang Shuisheng.

Yang Shuisheng finished one steamed bun in a few bites and placed the other one and the cloth bag on the stone next to him.

He reached out and gently grasped Liu Yulan's somewhat cold wrist.

"Sister-in-law Yulan, you're so beautiful!"

Liu Yulan trembled and symbolically struggled, but couldn't break free, so she let him hold her. She just lowered her head even further and her breathing became a little erratic.

"You were in the water during the day, so what you said... still counts, right?"

Yang Shuisheng leaned close to her ear, his hot breath brushing against her sensitive earlobe.

Liu Yulan didn't speak, but simply nodded and gave a soft "hmm" sound through her nose.

Having received tacit approval, Yang Shuisheng no longer hesitated.

He pulled her soft body into his arms and kissed her lips, which were slightly parted due to nervousness.

"Well……"

Liu Yulan was initially stiff, her hands pressed against his chest, but she quickly softened under Yang Shuisheng's skillful kisses and caresses.

Her arms unconsciously wrapped around his neck, responding awkwardly yet passionately.

This is all thanks to the vast knowledge about the human body and certain skills passed down through generations.

Although I haven't put it into practice, I have a wealth of theoretical knowledge.

The moonlight was hazy, and the water in the pool murmured softly.

On the thick grass by the shore, two young bodies were tightly intertwined.

Her clothes were removed one by one, revealing Liu Yulan's fair and voluptuous body, which glowed alluringly in the night.

Yang Shuisheng's strong body covered hers, and Liu Yulan let out a whimper that sounded like a mixture of pain and pleasure, her nails digging deeply into his muscular back...

Just as the two were intimately united and their passion was burning, Yang Shuisheng suppressed the extreme pleasure, separated a sliver of clarity, and silently began to practice the introductory method of the "Joyful Union Qi Cultivation Technique".

He guided the pure yin energy generated by their first union, carefully channeling it into his body along a specific route.

However, as the cultivation method described, his body was too weak. After that wisp of energy entered, it was like a stream flowing into a dry riverbed. Most of it quickly dissipated, leaving only a very faint trace of energy that lingered in the lower abdomen, in the dantian area, barely perceptible.

But it was this slight sensation of energy that gave Yang Shuisheng a sudden burst of energy.

It worked!

Although the effect was greatly reduced and he was far from reaching the entry-level state of "qi sensation arising spontaneously and flowing endlessly" described in the technique, he did indeed touch that threshold.

At the same time, he felt that his hearing seemed to have become a little sharper, and he could hear the sound of insects crawling in the grass further away.

Vision became a little clearer in the darkness, and even the sense of smell seemed to be able to distinguish the subtle difference between the soap scent in Liu Yulan's hair and the body fragrance secreted when she was aroused...

This wonderful feeling of glimpsing the beginnings excited him and strengthened his resolve to find all the medicinal herbs as soon as possible and recuperate.

With a solid physical foundation, the effects of the next training session will definitely be different.

After an unknown amount of time, the rain gradually subsided.

Liu Yulan slumped in Yang Shuisheng's arms, her body covered in fragrant sweat, her face still flushed, and her eyes glazed over.

Yang Shuisheng held her close, his hand gently stroking her smooth back, feeling the faint but real energy slowly coursing through her body, enhancing his senses.

"Shuisheng...you...you absolutely mustn't tell anyone about tonight's events."

After resting for a while, Liu Yulan struggled to sit up and hurriedly put on her clothes, her face showing both embarrassment and lingering fear.

"You can't reveal a single word, understand?"

She gave him anxious instructions as she buttoned his shirt.

"Yes, I know, Sister Yulan, don't worry."

Yang Shuisheng also got up and dressed, and made a serious promise.

After Liu Yulan finished dressing, she turned back and gave him a deep look, her eyes filled with a complex mix of shyness and unease.

In the end, she said nothing, tidied her hair, and hurriedly left the pool.

Yang Shuisheng sat quietly by the pool for a while to consolidate his sense of energy before eating the remaining steamed bun and walking back.

The excitement of his initial success in cultivation and the lingering warmth left by Liu Yulan made his steps lighter.

Back in his dilapidated old house, he pushed open the door and walked in the dark to the broken bed. He was about to sit down to catch his breath and sort out his thoughts.

With a creak, the half-closed, dilapidated wooden door was gently pushed open from the outside.

A figure slipped in from the side and then closed the door behind them.

With the help of the faint moonlight filtering through the window, Yang Shuisheng could see clearly.

It's Zhou Caifeng.

Her hair was casually tied back, with some stray strands falling across her cheeks.

She was wearing a pink sleeveless silk nightgown, the fabric soft and thin, clinging tightly to her voluptuous body. The neckline was low, revealing a large expanse of her white breasts and a deep cleavage.

The skirt only reached mid-thigh, and her two bare legs were dazzlingly white in the dim light.

She was wearing a pair of plastic slippers, no socks, and her toes appeared to be painted with red nail polish.

Dressed like that, in the dead of night, going to a single man's dilapidated house—the meaning couldn't be clearer.

"Shuisheng, still awake?"

Zhou Caifeng seemed a little uncomfortable, but she tried her best to maintain her composure, her hand unconsciously tugging at the hem of her overly short skirt.

"Auntie...Auntie wanted to ask you what you meant by what you said during the day?"