The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

Yang Shuisheng understood perfectly well what was going on with Zhou Caifeng's attire and her sneaking into his door in the middle of the night.

He didn't beat around the bush; he sat down on the edge of the broken bed and gestured for Zhou Caifeng to sit down as well.

"Aunt Caifeng, let's keep it simple."

"You and your partner aren't doing well in that area."

"He's impotent, and you're suffering."

"If you keep this anger inside, it will become an illness."

"You get annoyed by everything, can't sleep well, feel hot and cold all the time, and always have aches and itches here and there, right?"

Zhou Caifeng felt a little embarrassed, but hearing that every word she said made sense, she couldn't help but nod.

She carefully sat down on the rickety stool, her nightgown riding up to reveal more of her white thighs.

"To put it bluntly, your health is due to an imbalance of yin and yang," Yang Shuisheng continued. "You need to use medicine to gradually adjust it."

"But just taking medicine only treats the symptoms, not the root cause."

"Aunt Caifeng, at your age, you're in your prime, full of vigor. If you can't get satisfaction in those things, how can you feel happy? How can you stay healthy?"

"If you hold your anger in for too long, won't it cause problems here and there?"

These words were so blunt and direct that Zhou Caifeng blushed deeply with embarrassment.

But inside, it felt like I'd been scratched by a cat's claws—it was both itchy and agreeable.

you do not say!

That good-for-nothing Zhao Youcai always makes a lot of noise but accomplishes little.

He finished just as she was starting to feel something, leaving her feeling conflicted and her inner turmoil burning ever brighter.

He found Zhao Youcai increasingly unpleasant and was so irritable that he wanted to curse at him all the time.

She couldn't help but recall those unpleasant nights when Zhao Youcai would rush onto her, only to stop after a few strokes, leaving her feeling empty and burning with pain...

This life is fucking inhuman.

Thinking about all this, she looked up at Yang Shuisheng in front of her again.

Young and strong, the muscle definition in his arms was visible even in the dim light. He had a broad chest, and when I approached him, I could smell the sweat and the masculine aura that made my heart flutter.

He used to be a fool, he didn't understand anything, and although she had the idea, she never really put her heart into it.

But now... he's not stupid anymore, he understands these things, speaks clearly, and his eyes are bright.

A bold idea began to grow wildly in her mind.

The way she looked at Yang Shuisheng gradually changed, becoming hooked, thirsty, and filled with a ruthless, desperate spirit.

"Shuisheng..." Zhou Caifeng leaned forward, the white fabric at her neckline dazzling, her voice becoming sultry, "Since you know... then tell me, how should I take care of my health?"

"Just taking medicine... I'm afraid it won't be very effective, right?"

She emphasized the word "conditioning" and stared intently at Yang Shuisheng.

"Could you...could you personally help Auntie with her treatment?"

The meaning behind those words couldn't be clearer.

Yang Shuisheng's heart skipped a beat.

He needs a woman to help him cultivate the "Hehuan Nourishing Qi Technique".

The situation with Liu Yulan is temporarily stable, but with the addition of Zhou Caifeng, who has come to us of her own accord, isn't that perfect?

Although this woman was older, she was in the prime of her life, with a mature figure. Having been celibate for a long time, her primordial yin energy might not be as pure as Liu Yulan's, but it was probably more abundant.

It should help him consolidate his Qi sensation in the early stages of his cultivation.

"I can treat it," Yang Shuisheng nodded, then changed the subject, "but Aunt Caifeng, I can't work for nothing. I have two conditions."

Upon hearing that there was a chance, Zhou Caifeng's eyes lit up, and she leaned forward, almost touching Yang Shuisheng's legs, exuding the aura of a mature woman.

"Tell me! What are your conditions?"

"As long as Auntie can do it!"

"First," Yang Shuisheng held up one finger, "while I'm helping you take care of your meals."

"It doesn't have to be fancy, but it has to be enough to fill me up, with some oil and fat."

He knew that Zhou Caifeng's family was the best off in the village, with plenty of food in their shop, and Zhao Youcai, as the village head, often earned extra money.

With her taking care of the meals, I can save money and do more things.

Without a second thought, Zhou Caifeng immediately nodded: "What kind of condition is that? I'll take care of it."

After all, doing that kind of thing requires strength; even oxen need to eat grass to plow the field, let alone humans.

"From now on, every day around mealtimes, sneak into my house through the back door, and I'll save some food for you." She paused, then added, "But it'll just cause gossip if I keep giving you food for no reason."

"How about this, we'll tell everyone... that you'll help me with some chores, and I'll feed you, okay?"

"OK."

Yang Shuisheng thought this reason was good.

"And what's the second condition?"

Zhou Caifeng asked anxiously, her hand resting on Yang Shuisheng's knee, gently stroking it.

It gave the impression of a hungry tiger waiting to pounce on its prey.

Looking at her face, so close to his and filled with desire, Yang Shuisheng said clearly, word by word, "The second condition is that you have to help me remove your husband, Zhao Youcai, from the position of village chief."

Zhou Caifeng's charming smile and eagerness froze instantly.

She seemed not to have heard clearly, or as if she had heard something terrifying. Her eyes widened, and her hand, which was resting on Yang Shuisheng's knee, was pulled back as if it had been burned.

"What...what did you say?"

Her voice changed, filled with disbelief and horror, and she shrank back as if she were seeing this young man for the first time.

"Yang Shuisheng! Are you crazy?"

"You want me to help you... take down Zhao Youcai?"

Do you even know what you're saying?

Yang Shuisheng didn't respond to her question, but just looked at her and asked again, "Just one question, Aunt Caifeng, will you help me with this favor or not?"

Zhou Caifeng's expression shifted constantly, her chest heaving with excitement and surprise, and the view beneath her nightgown swayed slightly.

She lowered her voice, making it shrill: "Yang Shuisheng, I'm Zhao Youcai's wife. You're telling me this? Aren't you afraid I'll turn around and tell him you're a little brat trying to mess with him?"

"What am I afraid of?"

Yang Shuisheng twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a nonchalant smile: "I'm a bachelor, I have no money, but I have my life."

"What can Zhao Youneng do to me?"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Zhou Caifeng's face, which was filled with shock and anger.

"Besides, Aunt Caifeng, are you really that devoted to Zhao Youcai?"

"If he's really that good to you, why are you dressed like this and coming here in the middle of the night?"

"You!" Zhou Caifeng was speechless, her face turning red and white in turns. She tried to argue, "Well...that's not necessarily true. I...I just came to ask you how to take care of your health."

"Oh, if that's the case, then the body can't be treated."

Yang Shuisheng leaned back simply, put his hands behind his head, and closed his eyes.

"The door is over there, Aunt Caifeng. Goodbye."

"Just go back to your sweetheart and continue living with that man you love. You'll be seething with anger every night and then find fault with everyone during the day."

His unyielding attitude and insistence on kicking her out made Zhou Caifeng anxious.

She came to see Yang Shuisheng partly because she was genuinely feeling unwell and wanted to try the treatment he suggested, and partly... wasn't it also because of that shady thought burning in her heart?

Now that the treatment is about to fail and her hopes are dashed, she feels like she's being torn apart.

"Hey! You... how can you be like this?" Zhou Caifeng took a step forward, disregarding everything else, and grabbed Yang Shuisheng's arm, her voice softening, "Auntie isn't unwilling to help you, but... but you're just too scary."

"Bring Zhao Youcai down? What makes you think you can do that?"

"You're just a penniless idiot... Oh, you're not an idiot anymore, but what do you have?"

"You have no manpower, no money, and you even need me to feed you. How can you expect me to trust you?"

"What if it doesn't work out? If Zhao Youcai finds out I got involved, he'll skin me alive!"

She was telling the truth, afraid of being implicated.

Yang Shuisheng opened his eyes and saw that she was panting heavily with anxiety. He knew that she was wavering, but was afraid of the risks.

"Alright, since you're not comfortable with that, let's make a bet."

He thought about it and backed down.

"A bet? What kind of bet?"

Zhou Caifeng was puzzled.

"Let's bet on it within a week." Yang Shuisheng sat up straight, looked into Zhou Caifeng's eyes, and said, "I have a way to get Zhao Youcai to take the initiative and invite me to your house for dinner."

"A proper invitation, the kind that involves sitting down at the dinner table."

Zhou Caifeng was stunned for a moment, then reacted as if she had heard the biggest joke in the world: "You want Zhao Youcai to invite you to dinner? And to his home?"

"Yang Shuisheng, are you still asleep?"

"Zhao Youcai finds it unlucky to even look at you, he'd rather you just get out of Peach Blossom Village, and he's inviting you to dinner?"

The whole village knew about Zhao Youcai's dislike and contempt for Yang Shuisheng.

This bet sounds absolutely impossible.

"Just tell me, are you in or not?" Yang Shuisheng didn't explain. "If I can do it within a week, it will prove that I have some ability, and you'll have to sincerely help me from now on."

"If I can't do that, then what I just said is just empty talk. I'll help you with the treatment for free, and you don't even need to feed me, how about that?"

Zhou Caifeng's mind raced.

For her, this bet resulted in almost no loss.

It could even be described as a good thing delivered right to their doorstep.

If it works, it means that Yang Shuisheng really has some skills. Perhaps he can really teach that bastard Zhao Youcai a lesson, and I can also vent my anger and get some treatment.

No, she didn't lose anything; she got the treatment for free and didn't even have to eat it.

No matter how you look at it, this bet is in her favor.

"Fine!" Zhou Caifeng gritted her teeth and nodded. "I'll bet you a week! I want to see what you're capable of that makes Zhao Youcai, that tightwad, treat you to dinner."