The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

"You...know me?" Yu Qianwei stopped and couldn't help but ask.

"Of course I know her." Yang Shuisheng remained standing in the same spot, a half-smile on his face. "Now, everyone in Taohua'ao knows that the village chief's daughter, Yu Qianwei, has been admitted to a good university in the provincial capital. The golden phoenix is ​​about to fly out of the mountain village."

These words sounded harsh no matter how you looked at them. Yu Qianwei frowned and carefully examined Yang Shuisheng.

She noticed that Yang Shuisheng's face no longer had the usual foolish and dazed expression.

"You...you're not stupid anymore?"

Yu Qianwei couldn't help but ask, her voice filled with disbelief.

How could someone who's been mentally challenged for so many years suddenly become better?

The problem is that after she recovered, she started talking in such an infuriating way.

"Whether I'm stupid or not is none of your business, Yu University student."

Yang Shuisheng twitched the corners of his mouth, the curve was so faint that it was almost invisible.

The way he called her "University Student Yu" made Yu Qianwei's face flush, not from embarrassment, but from annoyance.

She sensed the sarcasm in his words.

So he immediately put on a stern face.

"I was just asking casually."

She resumed her usual indifferent and superior expression, and her voice turned cold.

"Now that you're not stupid anymore, be more careful from now on. Don't be as reckless as before and provoke people you shouldn't."

"So that one day someone will take care of things again and we'll be back to square one."

Her words were pointed, implying that Yang Shuisheng became mentally impaired after his family's misfortune, which was attributed to his provocation of the village chief, Zhao Youcai.

"Don't worry about it."

Yang Shuisheng's face remained completely expressionless.

After saying that, he didn't look at Yu Qianwei and her classmates again, turned around and walked towards his home, his steps unhurried, his figure quickly becoming blurry.

He just left like that?

Did they ignore her warnings and sarcasm?

Yu Qianwei stood there, stunned, her face burning.

Being completely ignored in front of so many classmates made me feel incredibly ashamed and angry.

She was the first person from her village to be admitted to a top-tier university in the provincial capital.

He is the pride of the whole village!

This fool, whom she used to not even bother to look at, now dares to treat her like this?

"Yang Shuisheng!" Yu Qianwei raised her voice in anger, shouting at Yang Shuisheng's disappearing figure, "So what if you're not stupid anymore?"

"He's just a good-for-nothing who has nothing to offer!"

"You'll just rot in this Peach Blossom Valley for the rest of your life, a penniless wretch who won't even be able to find a wife."

The shrill sound carried far along the quiet village road.

But Yang Shuisheng didn't even pause for a moment, continuing to walk away on his own.

"Qianwei, ignore him. He's just a country bumpkin. It's not worth getting angry with him."

"Exactly, since he was an idiot before, and his mind wasn't right, why are you arguing with him?"

"Getting into university is a happy thing, don't let people like this spoil your mood."

"Come on, let's go to your house and see what delicious food your aunt has prepared for us."

The students gathered around, offering their comfort in a cacophony of words.

His words were full of contempt for Yang Shuisheng.

Yu Qianwei's chest heaved a few times. Looking in the direction where Yang Shuisheng disappeared, she bit her lip and ultimately said nothing more. She was then surrounded by her classmates and walked towards her home.

But the inexplicable feeling of suffocation in my heart just wouldn't go away.

Meanwhile, when Yang Shuisheng returned to the vicinity of his row of dilapidated old houses, it was already completely dark.

Only a few scattered lights shone through the windows of other people's houses.

From afar, he could see three dark figures squatting on the earthen slope outside his dilapidated wooden door, with a tiny crimson spark flickering in the darkness—someone was smoking.

Even if Yang Shuisheng wasn't familiar with most of the people in the village, he would at least have a vague impression of their faces.

But these three people, seen by the faint light of the distant sky, had unfamiliar faces and were dressed in a style that was not typical of villagers; they looked rather sleazy.

They squatted there, not saying a word, just silently smoking, their eyes occasionally glancing in the direction of his dilapidated house.

As expected, this should be the person Zhao Hu found.

And it seems they plan to make their move late at night, they're being quite cautious.

He acted as if he hadn't seen the three people, walked straight to his front door, opened it, went inside, and then left the door slightly ajar behind him.

The door was closed, and the room was pitch black.

The power has been cut off at home for a long time, and now there aren't even any candles.

He moved silently behind the door and peered out through an old crack in the door panel.

The three people were still squatting in the same spot.

I waited a while longer.

For half a day, not a single pedestrian could be seen on the street, and even the barking of dogs had become rare.

The tallest of them stubbed out his cigarette in the dirt, stood up, and gave the other two a wink.

The three of them stretched their limbs and walked towards Yang Shuisheng's dilapidated house.

"Bang!"

Upon reaching the door, the tall man did not hesitate and kicked the already rickety wooden door hard.

Three figures blocked the doorway, obscuring the only sliver of light outside.

"Kid, be smart and come with us."

The tall man took a step forward, crossed the threshold, his voice hoarse and carrying a fierce edge.

"So that we brothers won't have to do it ourselves, and you'll suffer the consequences."

The room was dark, and they could only vaguely see Yang Shuisheng's silhouette standing in the middle of the room.

"Zhao Hu sent you, didn't he?"

The three people at the door were clearly taken aback for a moment, and then looked at each other.

It seemed they hadn't expected Yang Shuisheng to be so direct.

"So what if it is?"

The tall man chuckled and didn't deny it.

"Kid, just know who you've offended."

"If you behave well, you'll suffer less."

"otherwise……"

"What else can we do?"

In the darkness, Yang Shuisheng's voice carried a hint of a soft laugh.

So what if the other side has more people? He's not a pushover anymore.

"Otherwise, we brothers wouldn't mind crippling you right here and then dragging you to the back mountain to feed the wolves!"

The tall man took another step closer, his voice carrying a blatant threat.

"Who would care if there were one less idiot in this poor mountain village?"

"Heh, feeding the wolves?"

This time, Yang Shuisheng burst out laughing.

Over the years, he's been going to the mountains quite often, and he knows exactly what kind of wild animals live there.

"Who will feed whom is still uncertain."

As soon as the last word was uttered, Yang Shui came to life.

The three of them only felt a blur before their eyes as a shadow moved with incredible speed, suddenly lunging towards them.

The movements were completely invisible.

"Holy shit..."

The tall guy at the front felt like he'd been hit hard in the stomach with a hammer.

A sharp pain instantly spread throughout his body. He screamed and flew backward, his body arched, crashing heavily onto the dirt road outside the door. He curled up in a ball, clutching his stomach, gasping for breath in pain.

The other two were dumbfounded.

The next second, Yang Shuisheng had already appeared in front of him like a ghost.

The man on the left threw a punch, but Yang Shuisheng neither dodged nor avoided it. His left hand shot out like lightning, accurately grabbed the man's wrist, and twisted it forcefully.

"Click—"

"what!"

A sickening cracking sound rang out, and the man screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

Yang Shuisheng then kicked him in the back of the knee, and the man fell to his knees with a thud, clutching his wrist and screaming in pain.

The person on the right was so frightened that he turned around and tried to run away.

Yang Shuisheng gave him no chance at all. He took a step forward, his right hand forming a claw, grabbed the back of his collar, and pulled him back sharply. At the same time, his knee slammed into his lower back.

"Ugh!"

The last person felt as if his waist was broken, his vision went black, and he collapsed to the ground, unable to even make a sound.

From start to finish, it only takes a few breaths.

The three thugs, who were used to running rampant in the town, were all lying on the ground before they could even touch Yang Shuisheng's clothes.

One was groaning while clutching his stomach, another was howling in agony while clutching his broken wrist, and the third was paralyzed and unable to move.

A sliver of moonlight peeked through the gaps in the clouds, barely illuminating the chaotic scene.

Yang Shuisheng stood at the doorway, looking down at the three people on the ground with a calm expression, as if he had just casually swatted a few flies.

"Who...who exactly are you?"

The tall man who was kicked away first barely managed to raise his head and look at Yang Shuisheng, his eyes filled with horror and disbelief.

With that skill and strength, how could he be a country bumpkin?

That bastard Zhao Hu tricked them!

The other two, enduring excruciating pain, stared at Yang Shuisheng in horror.

They knew they had really messed up this time.

"Who I am is not important." Yang Shuisheng patted the door, his voice calm. "What's important is that you've messed with the wrong people."

"Kid! Don't be so arrogant!" the tall man shouted menacingly. "We're all Brother Kun's men. If you dare touch us, Brother Kun will definitely not let you off the hook."

"In this Daliang Town, if you offend Brother Kun, you're doomed."

"Brother Kun?" Yang Shuisheng raised an eyebrow, his tone revealing no fear whatsoever. "I'm Brother Chicken, you know."

"Let me tell you, whether it's Zhao Hu and Zhao Youcai or your Brother Chicken, anyone who wants to cause trouble for me, Yang Shuisheng, should be prepared to pay the price."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the three men on the ground, his voice turning cold: "I'm sparing your lives today because I don't want to get my hands dirty and I don't want the hassle."

"Go back and tell your Chicken Bro to stop messing with me."

"Next time, it won't be as simple as just getting a beating."

The icy gaze coupled with the murderous voice sent a chill down the spines of the three people on the ground.

They had no doubt that this kid in front of them really dared to kill, and had the ability to do so!

"Get out." Yang Shuisheng spat out the last word.

The tall man, feeling as if he had been granted a pardon, struggled to his feet. The other two, also enduring the excruciating pain, helped each other to their feet, preparing to flee in a sorry state.

"Wait a minute," Yang Shuisheng suddenly called out to them again.

The three of them froze, too afraid to move.

"Give me a message to that Chicken Bro," Yang Shuisheng said, looking at them and enunciating each word clearly, "The matter between me, Zhao Youcai, and Zhao Hu is our private affair, and he'd better not interfere."

"Otherwise, I wouldn't mind taking care of him too!"