The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

"Well……"

Old Master Wang gave a soft hum.

Then, his tightly closed eyelids trembled a few times and slowly opened.

Although his eyes were still somewhat unfocused and confused, he had indeed regained consciousness.

"Dad! Dad! You're awake?"

Wang Kun's voice trembled with excitement as he tightly grasped the old man's hand.

"Can you see me? How does it feel?"

Grandpa Wang's eyes slowly focused. He looked at his son, then weakly glanced around. His lips moved a few times, uttering a feeble voice: "What...what's wrong with me?"

Although the voice was soft, the words were clear, and the person's consciousness had clearly recovered.

"That's great! The old man has really recovered."

Dr. Li breathed a sigh of relief and quickly stepped forward, picked up the stethoscope and carefully listened to the heart and lungs, then checked the pupils and measured the blood pressure and heart rate.

"A miracle! A true miracle!"

"Boss Wang, the old man's vital signs have basically stabilized. His breathing and heartbeat have returned, although they are still weak, but he is not in immediate danger."

Upon hearing this, Wang Kun's tense nerves finally relaxed slightly.

He turned around and looked at Yang Shuisheng, who had already put away the silver needles and silently retreated to the side, his expression complicated.

"Young man, I apologize for my harsh words earlier."

He walked up to Yang Shuisheng, his tone much more sincere this time, and clasped his hands in a fist salute: "Thank you for saving my father. I will remember this kindness."

"You're welcome."

Yang Shuisheng waved his hand, his expression remaining calm: "I only used acupuncture to temporarily stabilize his heart and lung qi, keeping him alive."

"His underlying illness hasn't been cured, and his body is severely depleted. This was an acute attack, but he might not be so lucky next time."

"My suggestion is to send him to the county hospital as soon as possible for a thorough examination and treatment. That would be a safer course of action."

Wang Kun nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, young man, you're right. The county hospital's ambulance will be here soon, and we'll take my dad there immediately."

He paused, then couldn't help but praise again, "Young man, your acupuncture skills are simply amazing."

"I've lived in this town for so many years, and I've never seen anything this amazing."

Yang Shuisheng didn't respond to that, only saying, "I'm only doing this out of respect for Dr. Li."

Wang Kun knew that the other party still harbored resentment towards his earlier attitude, so he didn't say anything more nice.

Although he's a bit of a scoundrel, he's clear about right and wrong and values ​​honesty.

He immediately gave a wink to a man who had come with him and whispered a few instructions.

The man nodded and quickly ran out.

A few minutes later, the man ran back, holding a square red envelope wrapped in red paper.

Wang Kun accepted the red envelope and handed it to Yang Shuisheng with both hands, saying crisply, "Young brother, this is just a small token of my appreciation, please accept it."

There is an old custom in the Liangshan area.

A life-saving grace is like a second birth, and the host must show their appreciation. The amount given is a matter of goodwill; even a penny would go unnoticed, but they absolutely cannot refuse to give anything.

If they don't accept the money, it's considered disrespectful to the host and a violation of local customs.

"Yes, Xiao Yang."

Dr. Li, standing nearby, also advised, "The red envelope is not only a token of gratitude, but also a way to bring good luck. Just accept it."

Yang Shuisheng looked at the bulging red envelope and then thought that he really needed money urgently.

He hesitated for a moment, then reached out and took the red envelope. He didn't open it on the spot, but casually put it in his pocket.

"Thank you, Boss Wang."

"I should be thanking you!" Wang Kun's smile became more genuine when he saw that he had accepted the money. "Young man, I owe you a lot for today."

"Okay, once my dad is settled, I'll treat you to a meal at the best restaurant in town to formally thank you and let's become friends."

"No need for dinner, I have things to do at home and need to rush back."

Yang Shuisheng refused outright.

He was eager to go back and use the medicinal herbs to recuperate, and didn't want to stay a moment longer.

He nodded to Dr. Li and Xu Xiaomei, who had been glancing at him, then turned and walked quickly out of the clinic.

Wang Kun wanted to stay longer, or at least ask for the other person's name and address, but Yang Shuisheng left decisively, turning around and disappearing into the crowd on the street.

From beginning to end, he hadn't had a chance to formally introduce himself to Yang Shuisheng, and Yang Shuisheng wasn't interested in asking.

Leaving the clinic, Yang Shuisheng walked briskly, retracing his steps towards Taohua'ao.

Once he left the town and reached a deserted mountain path, he took the red paper packet out of his pocket.

The red paper was very thick and sealed tightly.

He unfolded the red paper, revealing a neat stack of banknotes.

They were all "Great Unity" banknotes, each costing 100 yuan.

Yang Shuisheng counted them quickly.

Ten.

A whole thousand yuan!

Even with his calm and collected nature, his breathing quickened slightly as he held the thick wad of banknotes.

The rough texture and smell of ink unique to banknotes felt so real against my fingertips.

In all his life, he had never even seen or owned so much money, let alone possessed it.

He earned 105 yuan from selling Solomon's Seal in the morning, which he already considered a huge sum of money.

Unexpectedly, I received another thousand yuan in the blink of an eye!

That's a thousand yuan...

In an era when the average worker earned only three to five hundred yuan a month, this was an enormous sum that would make any country person envious.

"I didn't expect that Mr. Wang to be so generous."

Or rather, in his eyes, his father's life was worth that much.

Yang Shuisheng carefully wrapped the money back in red paper and put it in his pocket.

The cool ticket against his warm skin ignited a fire within him.

The two thousand yuan ransom for Liu Yulan has now been half paid.

A month seems like a lot more time.

When Yang Shuisheng returned to Taohua'ao with light steps, the sun was already high in the sky, making people's scalps burn.

Instead of returning to his dilapidated house, he took a detour and, familiar with the area, found his way to the back of the village chief's house.

The back door was still ajar. He gently pushed it open a crack and slipped inside.

The kitchen was filled with the aroma of food.

Zhou Caifeng, wearing an apron, was busy at the stove.

Hearing the noise, she turned around and saw Yang Shuisheng. A warm and charming smile immediately bloomed on her face.

Today she wore a pale yellow short-sleeved blouse, the material of which was very thin and slightly damp with sweat, clinging to her body and outlining the full and proud curves of her chest.

Below was a floral dress that just reached her knees, revealing two sections of her fair calves.

Her hair was loosely tied up, with a few strands clinging to her sweaty neck, making her look even more mature and charming like a stay-at-home wife than yesterday.

"You're here! Are you hungry?"

"I knew you'd arrive at this time, so I saved it for you."

Zhou Caifeng took a large bowl of rice from the steamer on the stove.

It was topped with glistening braised pork and vibrant green vegetables, and then a steamed bun was handed to him.

"Quick, eat it while it's hot!"

Yang Shuisheng didn't stand on ceremony. He took the bowl and chopsticks and started eating heartily by the stove.

The meat was stewed until tender and juicy, and it was so delicious with rice that he ate it very quickly.

Zhou Caifeng stood opposite him, her arm resting on the edge of the water vat beside her, leaning slightly forward, watching him eat with a smile.

Her posture caused the neckline of her blouse to open a little more.

A deep cleavage and full, white flesh swayed before Yang Shuisheng's eyes, rising and falling gently with her breath.

The mature woman's scent, a mixture of cooking oil and sweat, kept wafting into Yang Shuisheng's nostrils.

"Shuisheng, last night's massage...it felt so good. My legs don't hurt at all today, and I can walk with more energy." Zhou Caifeng lowered her voice. "Could you massage me again tonight?"

"Auntie promises to thank you properly~"

Yang Shuisheng swallowed a mouthful of rice and glanced at her.

The longing and hint in that woman's eyes couldn't be clearer.

He nodded and said vaguely, "Okay, but..."

"But what?" Zhou Caifeng quickly asked, leaning forward again.

"Working at night is tiring, so you have to bring me some midnight snacks." Yang Shuisheng took a bite of his steamed bun and said it as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Compared to improving her health, the little bit of food he ate was nothing.

"Pfft—"

Zhou Caifeng was taken aback at first, then burst out laughing, her eyes sparkling.

"You little glutton! All you think about is food!"

She reached out and gently poked Yang Shuisheng's arm, saying playfully, "Don't worry, Auntie has it covered."

"Auntie will make sure you don't go hungry, Auntie will definitely feed you well~~"

She spoke the words "fed her to her heart's content" slowly and softly, her tongue seemingly laced with honey, and her eyes so alluring they could practically drip water; the meaning couldn't be clearer.

Yang Shuisheng knew what was going on, but his face didn't show any extra expression. He just hummed in response and continued to eat his rice.

I have to say, the broth from the braised pork belly is really delicious when mixed with rice.

Seeing him eat so heartily, Zhou Caifeng felt the fire in her heart burn even brighter as the young man's muscular physique and focused expression during his meal intensify.

"Aquatic life..."

She was thinking of something else to say to tease her.

"Whoosh—"

The curtain leading to the front yard was suddenly yanked open!

Village chief Zhao Youcai walked in with a sullen face and his hands behind his back.

He spotted Yang Shuisheng wolfing down his food against the stove at a glance.

There was also Zhou Caifeng, whose body was almost pressed against Yang Shuisheng's.

Zhao Youcai's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

His gaze swept over the two men, finally settling on the bowl in Yang Shuisheng's hand.

"You idiot Yang, who gave you permission to sneak into my kitchen and steal food?"