The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

Yang Shuisheng sat on the edge of the bed.

Zhou Caifeng's plump, snow-white thighs were right in front of him.

Her skin is well-maintained, but there is a slight, unnatural swelling on the outside of her right leg near her hip bone.

"It might hurt a little, Aunt Feng, please bear with it."

As Yang Shuisheng spoke, he rubbed his hands together.

He mobilized the two faint but warm wisps of energy in his dantian and slowly poured them into his palm.

Following a set of massage techniques passed down from his memory to relax muscles and tendons, relieve pain and reduce swelling, he gently pressed his hands on the area around Zhou Caifeng's swollen thighs and kneaded it with neither too light nor too heavy pressure.

His palm was large and warm, carrying a faint, almost imperceptible aura. As soon as it touched her skin, Zhou Caifeng let out a soft "hmm" and her body trembled slightly.

"It's cool...and a little hot...how strange..."

She squinted, feeling the strange sensation from Yang Shuisheng's palm.

It wasn't just skin-to-skin contact; it felt as if a subtle, warm current was seeping into his aching muscles and fascia through his fingertips.

Yang Shuisheng's technique gradually increased in pressure, accurately pressing and massaging several key acupoints and meridian nodes.

Although the sensation of Qi is faint, when combined with exquisite techniques, the effect is surprisingly good.

Zhou Caifeng felt that the original soreness and stinging pain first came a more obvious throbbing pain, but it was immediately dissolved by a warm current, becoming tingly and numb, so comfortable that she couldn't help but let out more intermittent moans from her throat.

"Ah...yes, that's it..."

"A little harder... mmm... feels good..."

She completely relaxed, her body limp on the bed, eyes closed, cheeks flushed, enjoying this unprecedented comfort.

Yang Shuisheng's steady and powerful pressure and the strange warm current he provided made her feel that her stagnant blood and qi had been activated, which was more effective than drinking ten bowls of ginger soup.

Yang Shuisheng focused intently on the massage for more than half an hour.

She stopped when she felt the swelling had subsided considerably and the bruising under her skin had also dispersed a lot. A little sweat appeared on her forehead.

Activating the sense of Qi in conjunction with techniques requires considerable energy expenditure.

"Alright, Aunt Feng, try moving around. Does it still hurt?"

Zhou Cailan lazily opened her eyes and tried to move her right leg.

"Hey! That's amazing!"

She slowly sat up, took a few steps on the ground, and a look of surprise appeared on her face.

"It doesn't hurt at all anymore."

"I can walk more easily now, Shuisheng, your cooking skills are amazing."

"He's even more skilled than the old Chinese medicine doctor in town."

The way she looked at Yang Shuisheng at that moment was practically gleaming, filled with admiration and an even stronger desire.

"Come on, eat up, I promised to feed you until you're full."

She warmly pulled Yang Shuisheng to sit at the broken table, unscrewed the cap of the liquor bottle, and spread out the braised meat in the oil paper package.

The two of them drank strong liquor, taking turns sipping the savory braised meat.

After a few sips of strong liquor, Zhou Caifeng's face flushed red, and she became more talkative.

She leaned closer to Yang Shuisheng, her breath reeking of alcohol, and asked, "Shuisheng, tell me the truth, what exactly are you planning to do to Zhao Youcai?"

"He's a tough nut to crack, not easy to get past."

"I haven't figured out the specifics yet."

Yang Shuisheng chewed on the meat and shook his head: "But we definitely have to deal with him."

"If you ask me, let's just forget about it."

Zhou Caifeng sighed, her limp body leaning against Yang Shuisheng's arm, her voice filled with comfort: "Your parents are gone, you're all alone now, living well is more important than anything else."

"From now on... from now on, your aunt will take care of you, making sure you're not hungry or cold. Isn't that better than going head-to-head with Zhao Youcai?"

"He's a heartless person."

Yang Shuisheng took a swig of wine, the spiciness making him squint, but his voice turned cold: "Aunt Feng, the revenge for my parents cannot go unavenged."

Zhou Caifeng froze, looking at him with surprise and suspicion.

"You...you don't actually think that Zhao Youcai has anything to do with your parents' accident, do you?"

"I don't just think, I'm sure." Yang Shuisheng stared at the rough glass bottle in his hand. "My parents went to file a complaint against Zhao Youcai for forcibly occupying our land."

"Then he got into a car accident on the way to the county town. What a coincidence!"

"That can't be..." Zhou Caifeng's expression changed, and she subconsciously lowered her voice, "The traffic police said it was an accident, and the driver also paid compensation."

"An accident?" Yang Shuisheng sneered. "My parents were honest and kind their whole lives, never offended anyone, and yet they had an accident just when they were about to sue him?"

"So the driver can just pay some money and everything will be fine?"

"Zhao Youcai got away with it without any consequences, but he still took my land and gave it to someone else to open an orchard."

"Isn't this as obvious as a louse on a bald man's head?"

Seeing Yang Shuisheng's excited tone, Zhou Caifeng felt a little uneasy.

She knew Zhao Youcai wasn't a good person, but murder... she still couldn't quite believe it.

"Shuisheng, listen to your aunt's advice."

She hesitated for a moment, then leaned forward, almost touching Yang Shuisheng's ear, and said in a very low voice, "Even if... even if there's something fishy about your parents' situation, don't get hung up on it."

"I've heard Youcai mention your land before. The boss who took your land is quite influential; he has connections throughout the county."

"Even if your parents' deaths weren't accidental, what makes you think you can compete with them?"

"Like an egg hitting a rock?"

"If your parents were still alive, they certainly wouldn't want you to force yourself; they'd just want you to be alright."

After listening, Yang Shuisheng remained silent for a few seconds, then shook his head.

"I must avenge this."

After saying that, he grabbed the bottle and tilted his head back to gulp down several large mouthfuls.

This bulk liquor was very strong, and he had drunk it too quickly. Now, a hot and intense wave of alcohol rushed to his head, making his vision blur and causing him to sway.

"Hey, drink slowly!" Zhou Caifeng quickly helped him up.

Yang Shuisheng felt dizzy and tried his best to sit still.

But he involuntarily tilted to the side, his head falling right into Zhou Caifeng's arms, his face buried in an amazingly soft and voluptuous embrace, instantly enveloped by the strong scent of face cream and the mature woman's body fragrance.

"Shuisheng? Shuisheng, are you alright?"

Zhou Caifeng hugged him and gently rocked him.

Yang Shuisheng mumbled something indistinctly and didn't react much, as if he had passed out drunk.

Zhou Caifeng hugged him, feeling the young man's strong body and hot breath on her most sensitive chest, and the little thought in her heart started to stir again.

She looked down at Yang Shuisheng's profile, so close to hers, her heart pounding. As if bewitched, one hand involuntarily and stealthily reached down, wanting to touch him through his thin trousers...

Just as her fingertips were about to touch it.

Yang Shuisheng, who seemed to have passed out drunk, suddenly opened his eyes without warning!

He met Zhou Caifeng's panicked gaze directly.

"what!"

Zhou Caifeng was startled and quickly withdrew her hand. Her heart was pounding in her throat. She stammered, "I... I saw that your pants looked dusty, so I wanted to help you brush them off..."

"Oh, thank you, Aunt Feng. I'm fine, just a little tipsy."

Yang Shuisheng straightened up, rubbed his temples, and his eyes had returned to their usual calm, but were still heavy with drunkenness: "It's getting late, you should go back now, lest Zhao Youcai become suspicious."

Zhou Caifeng was still in shock and dared not linger any longer.

"Then you should get some rest."

She hurriedly stood up, frantically put on the coat, not even bothering to button it, and rushed out the door.

Yang Shuisheng watched her hastily fleeing figure, twitched the corner of his mouth, and fell back onto the bed.

This time, the effects of the alcohol really kicked in.

A strong wave of drowsiness washed over him, his eyelids grew heavy, and he soon fell into a deep sleep.

In a daze, he found himself back in that illusory place filled with peach blossoms.

The illusory image of Immortal Peach Blossom, Lin Tao, was more solid than before, her exquisite face appearing and disappearing amidst the falling peach blossoms, ethereal and otherworldly.

"You have begun to draw in Qi, though it is only a small step, but it can be considered that you have stepped into the threshold." Lin Tao's cool voice rang out, "There is something I need to tell you."

"After my natal magic treasure, the Peach Blossom Jade, shattered, there was a faint connection between the ten fragments."

"You possess a fragment of the Heavenly Soul. When other fragments appear within a hundred miles of you, the fragment on your chest will generate a warm sensation. The closer the distance, the stronger the sensation."

"You can use this to find the whereabouts of other fragments."

After she finished speaking, her figure slowly faded away, blending into the sea of ​​peach blossoms.

They didn't give Yang Shuisheng a chance to ask any questions.

"Ooh ooh ooh—"

Suddenly, a loud rooster crow woke Yang Shuisheng from his dream.

When he opened his eyes, it was already getting light outside the window.

After a quick wash, Yang Shuisheng found a bag, picked up the nearly twenty-year-old Solomon's seal that was carefully wrapped in grass leaves, and set off.

He planned to go to Su's General Store in town and sell it to Old Master Huang, who knew its value.

While we're at it, let's see if we can buy wild ginseng that's old enough directly from the store, or find out where we can buy it.

Prepare your body and begin your cultivation as soon as possible.