The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

Yu Qianwei was momentarily speechless after being asked a question by Yang Shuisheng.

She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm her racing heart and her anger and embarrassment, forcing herself to calm down.

Yes, she came with important business, not to argue with this scoundrel.

"I have indeed come to see you about two things."

She tried to make her voice sound calm.

"First, let's make sure you're not really stupid anymore."

"Now it seems that it is indeed healed."

"Secondly, you'd better not come to my graduation banquet the day after tomorrow."

Yang Shuisheng raised an eyebrow: "Oh? Your dad personally invited me this afternoon, saying that not going would be disrespectful to him as the village chief."

"Do you think I dare not go?"

A hint of impatience and disgust flashed across Yu Qianwei's face: "That's just him being polite. Do you really think you're something special?"

"I don't care, just don't come!"

"I don't want to see you in that kind of situation."

"That's not up to you." Yang Shuisheng shrugged, his tone calm but uncompromising. "The village chief is hosting a dinner party, the whole village is going. It wouldn't be appropriate for me not to go."

Whether you're happy to see me or not is your business.

"You!" Yu Qianwei was furious, but she knew that she really had no choice in whether or not to go.

She gritted her teeth and took a step back: "Fine, you can go if you want! But I'm warning you, stay far away from me and don't come near me."

"And you're not allowed to talk nonsense in front of my classmates."

"Nonsense?" Yang Shuisheng looked at her, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "What are you saying?"

Yu Qianwei's face turned slightly red with anger.

You know exactly what you're saying.

"For example, all those messy things from your childhood, you'd better forget them completely, and don't mention a single word about them."

"When I was little..." Yang Shuisheng said slowly, as if reminiscing, "There are so many things that happened when I was little."

"For example, you insisted on coming with me to catch wild rabbits in the back mountain, but you fell into a pit and cried your eyes out. I had to pull you out."

"For example, we secretly roasted sweet potatoes by the stream. You roasted them until they were charcoal black, but you still insisted on sharing half with me, and my face was covered in ash from eating them..."

"Shut up!" Yu Qianwei's voice suddenly rose, then she quickly suppressed it, trembling with anger. "Who told you to say those things? I told you to forget them! Forget them! Do you hear me?"

"My mouth is my own, whether I talk or not depends on my mood," Yang Shuisheng shrugged, looking indifferent.

"Knock knock knock—"

Just as Yu Qianwei was about to explode, a few tentative knocks came from outside the door.

"Shuisheng? Are you asleep?"

Immediately afterwards, a deliberately soft woman's voice sounded from outside the door, lowered to a whisper: "I brought you a midnight snack..."

It's Zhou Caifeng!

The two people inside the room were both taken aback.

Yang Shuisheng immediately felt a headache coming on, because Yu Qianwei was also in the room.

Yu Qianwei's face turned pale instantly, and panic flashed in her eyes.

It's the middle of the night!

If people were to discover that she, an unmarried young woman, was staying in Yang Shuisheng's dilapidated house in the middle of the night, even if nothing happened, she would be utterly disgraced.

She'd be drowned in the village's spittle, and her father would lose all face too!

She looked around nervously, trying to find a place to hide.

But the dilapidated house was completely exposed, leaving nowhere to hide!

"Quick! Get out of here! Get her away!" Yu Qianwei stamped her foot anxiously, her voice extremely low. "Make up some excuse and lure her away."

"I'll go out after she leaves."

"Then beg me."

"I……"

Yu Qianwei forced herself to calm down. At times like this, she had to be rational and not lose her temper.

"Okay, okay, I'm begging you, alright?"

"Go and get rid of her!"

Looking at her panicked appearance and then at the broken door, Yang Shuisheng felt a secret pleasure, but at the same time, he was extremely unwilling to let Zhou Caifeng witness this scene.

He wasn't afraid of anything, he was just too lazy to explain, it was too much trouble.

"Okay, don't make a sound." Yang Shuisheng whispered, then turned and walked to the door. He cleared his throat and said to the door, "Aunt Feng? I'm not asleep yet. Wait a moment, I'll get dressed."

He wanted to block the door first, say a few words to Zhou Caifeng, and persuade her to leave or lead her outside.

However, Zhou Caifeng outside the door seemed a little anxious, and upon hearing his response, she reached out and pushed the door open.

Yang Shuisheng had only used a stone to prop it up; the door wasn't actually bolted shut.

With Zhou Caifeng's push, the broken wooden door creaked open a crack.

A sliver of sunlight shone in from outside, and it looked like Zhou Caifeng was about to lean in.

"Oh, Aunt Feng, you..." Yang Shuisheng was startled and subconsciously tried to block the crack in the door.

At this critical moment, Yu Qianwei, who was standing by the bed, also saw the door being pushed open and was so frightened that she trembled.

Her mind went blank, and in her panic, she didn't care about anything else. She practically tumbled and crawled onto Yang Shuisheng's hard wooden bed.

He frantically grabbed a few tattered clothes piled up on top and covered himself with them, curling up into a ball, holding his breath and not daring to move.

Yang Shuisheng caught a glimpse of Yu Qianwei's movements out of the corner of his eye and forced a smile at Zhou Caifeng, who had already leaned halfway in.

"Aunt Feng, why don't you stay inside? The room is messy, let me tidy it up..."

"Pfft—"

Zhou Caifeng didn't listen to his refusal at all. Instead, she laughed and squeezed through the crack in the door.

"What's wrong? Is someone hiding in the house?"

She gently poked Yang Shuisheng's chest with her finger and said in a slightly joking tone, "Honestly tell me who you've been hiding? Are you afraid your aunt will see?"

Yang Shuisheng's heart skipped a beat, and a cold sweat instantly broke out on his back, but he had to maintain a calm facade and force a dry laugh: "Aunt Feng, you're joking. Besides rats, who else is here?"

Zhou Caifeng had already made out the general layout of the room by the dim light coming in from the window.

Her gaze swept across the dimly lit room, but she didn't notice anything unusual about the bulging pile of tattered clothes on the bed.

The main reason was that Yu Qianwei was huddled up tightly and covered by clothes, so she was not very noticeable in the dark.

"I was just kidding, look how scared you are."

Zhou Caifeng swayed her hips as she walked to the broken table, put down the basket she was carrying, and took out an enamel basin covered with a white cloth.

He then took out a small wine pot and two small wine cups, but continued talking.

"Are you hungry? Auntie specially saved some for you, braised pork ribs, still warm."

"Drinking some before bed can relax muscles and improve blood circulation, and help you sleep soundly."

As she spoke, she deftly set the food on the table and took out chopsticks. Her familiar and considerate manner made her seem just like a thoughtful and caring young wife.

In the dim light, the floral print, tight-fitting thin shirt she had specially changed into had a low neckline, revealing a glimpse of her fair cleavage when she bent over.

The rich scent of her face cream, mixed with the aroma of food and wine, instantly filled the small, dilapidated room.

"Aunt Feng, thank you for going to so much trouble." Yang Shuisheng smelled the delicious aroma, and his stomach growled involuntarily, but he was too preoccupied with getting rid of this troublesome person to eat. "How about... we eat in the courtyard outside?"

"It's stuffy inside, but cool outside, and you can even see the stars."

"Why go outside? There are too many mosquitoes, and it's dark." Zhou Caifeng gave him a reproachful look, then reached out and grabbed his arm, leading him to the table. "It's much better to eat here."

"Come on, sit down and eat while it's hot."

Yang Shuisheng was pulled by her and had no choice but to sit down on the stool, but his eyes couldn't help but glance at the bed.

The pile of clothes seemed to move slightly, then immediately froze.

"Oh, right."

Suddenly, Zhou Caifeng thought of something and took out a slightly worn quilt from the basket and placed it beside the bed.

"I see your bed only has a tattered mat; it must be very uncomfortable to sleep on."

"These are my old bedding from before. The cotton is still quite soft. I'll put them on you so you'll be more comfortable sleeping."

"Here, let me help you lay it down..."

As she spoke, she turned around and made a gesture as if to lift the pile of tattered clothes that had been lying on the bed.

"Cough cough cough! Wait...wait a minute!"

Yang Shuisheng was gnawing on a pork rib when he heard this and saw her actions. He was so startled that he choked on the rib, coughing violently. "Aunt Feng, wait a minute!"

He was so anxious that his face turned red. He coughed and suddenly stood up, trying to rush over and stop her.

If she were to lift it up, wouldn't the living, breathing Yu Qianwei underneath be exposed?

The scene was unimaginable!