The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

"Yes, yes, yes! We will definitely deliver the message." The three of them felt as if they had been granted a pardon and tried to leave as fast as they could.

"Stop." After taking only two steps, Yang Shuisheng's voice came from behind again, making the three of them freeze in place as if their feet were nailed to the spot, and cold sweat poured down their backs.

The tall man turned around timidly: "B-Big Brother... is there anything else you need?"

"You kicked my door down, shouldn't you pay for the repairs?" Yang Shuisheng pointed to the crooked wooden door on the ground, speaking as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

The three of them looked at the dilapidated, rickety wooden door and cursed under their breath.

Do I really need to pay for this broken door?

Nobody would want it if you threw it on the street!

But how could they dare to utter a single word of dissent?

The tall man quickly nodded and bowed, "I'll pay! I should! Brother, how much would you like to pay?"

Yang Shuisheng stroked his chin, looked at the dilapidated door, and casually said, "This wooden door is old, made of fine old wood, and can withstand being kicked."

"I don't need much, just a few hundred or so will do."

"Three or five hundred?" The three of them almost jumped up.

Even a new one of this dilapidated door would only cost a few dozen or a hundred yuan!

Asking for three or five hundred right off the bat, isn't that blatant robbery?

"Brother, this...this is way too expensive!" the tall man blurted out, "And this shabby door..."

"Hmm?" Yang Shuisheng raised an eyebrow, interrupting him. "A broken door? You're saying my door is a broken door?"

"Alright, since you think it's a broken door and not worth the price, then it'll be six hundred."

"What!" The three of them turned green.

"What? Still think it's too expensive? Then it'll be seven hundred." Yang Shuisheng added another hundred without changing his expression.

"No, no, no! Big brother! We'll give it to you! We'll give it to you!"

The tall man, fearing that he would add more, quickly restrained his companion who was still arguing, and the three of them began frantically rummaging through their pockets to scrape together the money.

But they usually hung out with Brother Kun and spent money extravagantly. They didn't bring much money with them when they went out to do business. The three of them turned all their pockets upside down and piled up crumpled bills and coins. After a long time, they only had 98.2 yuan in total.

"Big brother...that's...that's all..."

The tall man held the pile of loose change, his face turning a deep purplish-red, and stammered.

"How utterly useless."

Yang Shuisheng took the pile of loose change, weighed it in his hand, and curled his lip: "Tsk, the three of us have been hanging around for so long, and we can't even scrape together a hundred yuan?"

The three of them kept their heads down, not daring to utter a single word.

Yang Shuisheng put the money in his pocket and said slowly, "Alright, I'll keep this ninety-eight yuan and twenty cents for now."

"You have one week to collect the remaining 601.80 yuan and bring it to me."

"Is there a problem?"

"No problem, we guarantee it will be delivered within a week." The three of them didn't dare to say a word against it and made their promises one after another.

"Get lost." Yang Shuisheng then waved his hand with satisfaction.

The three of them, feeling as if they had been granted a pardon, helped each other and limped away as they disappeared at the end of the village road.

Yang Shuisheng watched their retreating figures, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

He walked to the broken wooden door, gently lifted it with one hand, straightened the tilted door panel, fiddled with the loose hinges, and then found a stone to prop it up from behind.

It's still a bit crooked, but at least it can be closed now.

After finishing all that, he dusted off his hands, went back into the dilapidated house, and sat down on the bed.

There were no lights on inside, only moonlight filtering in from the window.

He savored the feeling of making the move, the power surging within him, the feeling of being in control of everything—it was simply exhilarating.

Those three were like paper in front of him, utterly vulnerable.

"Right now, I could probably take on ten people at once like it's nothing." Yang Shuisheng clenched his fist, feeling the abundant power brought by the wisp of qi within his body, and his heart was filled with anticipation.

Once I cultivate true qi, or even reach a higher level, how powerful will I be!

He lay in bed, his hands behind his head, his thoughts wandering.

Time passed by, and the outside became completely quiet, even the chirping of insects subsided.

Before I knew it, it was almost midnight.

After a busy day and a fight, I'm not tired, but I feel a bit empty inside.

He remembered that Zhou Caifeng had said she would come that evening.

Judging by the time, it should be about time for them to arrive.

Thinking of this, he smiled slightly, quietly got out of bed, and moved silently behind the door.

It was dark inside and outside, which was just the right amount to startle her.

Just as agreed.

He had just stood behind the door when he heard light footsteps outside, which stopped at the door.

They seemed hesitant about whether to come in.

coming!

Yang Shuisheng smiled inwardly and held his breath.

Soon the door was gently pushed open a crack, and a figure hesitated for a moment before slipping in.

It's now!

Yang Shuisheng suddenly reached out from behind the door, spread his arms, and hugged the man tightly from behind.

He tightened his arms instantly, completely encircling the other person's soft body in his embrace.

However, the sensation of his arm encircling him made him pause slightly.

The person in his arms was slender with a thin waist and small frame. Although she had the softness of a woman, she was completely different from the plump, fleshy, and voluptuous Zhou Caifeng in his memory.

The pressure on her chest was not nearly as intense as Zhou Caifeng's; instead, it felt somewhat immature.

It's not Zhou Caifeng!

Just as the thought flashed through his mind, before he could let go and see who it was...

"ah--"

A sharp, almost piercing scream, filled with terror, suddenly rang out in his arms.

At the same time, the person in her arms began to struggle and writhe desperately.

It's Yu Qianwei's voice!

A scream shattered the silence. In her terror and shame, Yu Qianwei didn't think twice and bit down hard on the thick, muscular arm that was wrapped around her waist.

"hiss--"

Caught off guard, Yang Shuisheng gasped in pain and instinctively released his grip.

Yu Qianwei suddenly darted forward two steps, creating distance, and turned around.

He stared intently at Yang Shuisheng in the darkness, his chest heaving violently.

"Yang Shuisheng! You filthy scoundrel! You bastard!"

"You dare hug me?"

"I...I'm going to tell my dad to take you to the police station."

Yang Shuisheng rubbed his arm, which was bitten so badly, and finally saw the person who had come in by the faint moonlight coming through the window.

It really is Yu Qianwei!

She had probably just taken a shower, changed into a floral dress, her hair was half-dry and draped over her shoulders, and her face still showed signs of fear and flush.

The skirt was made of a very thin material, which vaguely outlined the girl's already developing curves in the darkness.

"Yu Qianwei? It's you?" Yang Shuisheng was also taken aback for a moment, then frowned. "I didn't mean to, I thought it was..."

"Who do you think you are?" Yu Qianwei interrupted him sharply before he could finish, "Disgusting! Vulgar! I think you're not just stupid, you're rotten to the core!"

After being scolded by her, Yang Shuisheng's embarrassment and desire to explain over the mistaken hug faded.

"Fine, fine, I'm a rogue, I'm vulgar."

"But... Yu, you're a college student. I didn't realize you were so thin, but you're actually quite well-endowed in the right places."

"It felt pretty good holding you just now."

These words were like pouring a bucket of oil into a fire.

Yu Qianwei's face flushed crimson, a mixture of shame and indignation making her tremble with rage: "You...you're shameless! Despicable!"

"I'm going to tear your mouth apart!"

She screamed and lunged at Yang Shuisheng without a second thought, reaching out to grab his face.

Yang Shuisheng didn't expect her to actually make a move, and instinctively tried to dodge by turning to the side.

Yu Qianwei lunged forward in a fit of shame and anger. She wasn't paying attention and tripped over a piece of an untidy stool leg on the ground. With a startled cry, she lost her balance and fell straight into Yang Shuisheng's arms, who had dodged to the side.

"Why!"

Yang Shuisheng hadn't expected this either. Seeing that she was about to fall, he instinctively reached out to help her.

His right hand instinctively reached forward, trying to catch her.

But in the darkness, I couldn't quite place myself, and I felt an unusually soft and elastic sensation in my palm. It was even warm through the thin fabric of my skirt.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

Yang Shuisheng's hand froze.

Yu Qianwei froze, half-lying in his arms, looking down at the large hand that was pressing on her chest.

"ah--"

An even sharper scream erupted from Yu Qianwei's throat, almost tearing the roof off.

Yang Shuisheng felt a chill run down his spine; it would be disastrous if the other neighbors were attracted.

Fortunately, he reacted extremely quickly this time. Just as Yu Qianwei's second scream began, his left hand shot out and covered her mouth with lightning speed.

"Ugh! Ugh ugh ugh!" Yu Qianwei's eyes widened, filled with fear and raging anger. She struggled desperately, kicking and punching Yang Shuisheng with both hands and feet.

"Shh! Don't scream!" Yang Shuisheng growled in a low voice, "I told you to shut the fuck up!"

He quickly withdrew his right hand, only to find that the lingering sensation in his palm was frighteningly hot.

"You were the one who lunged at me. I was just trying to help you up."

Yu Qianwei wouldn't listen; with her mouth covered, she bit down with her teeth.

She bit down hard on the web of Yang Shuisheng's left hand that was covering her mouth.

"Damn it!" Yang Shuisheng winced in pain, jerking his hand back. Looking at the clear teeth marks on his hand, his anger flared. "Yu Qianwei! Are you a dog? Your bite hurts so much!"

"I'll bite you to death! You filthy scoundrel! You son of a bitch! You'll get what's coming to you!"

As soon as Yu Qianwei was free, she immediately flew into a rage, her voice trembling.

She cursed him with the most vicious words she could think of.

"You piece of trash, your existence is just a waste of food."

"He should have been smashed to death back then! Thrown into the mountains to feed the wolves!"

"You touched me? Your filthy hands dare to touch me?"

"Pah! Disgusting!"

She was rambling incoherently, and the more she cursed, the more offensive her words became.

Looking at her hysterical state, Yang Shuisheng's anger gradually subsided, leaving only a sense of annoyance and absurdity.

"Shut up."

He interrupted her incessant cursing.

He really had nothing to say to this completely unreasonable young lady.

"Yu Qianwei, I don't have time to listen to your rambling."

"Tell me, what are you doing at my house in the middle of the night?"