The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

"What's wrong? Why are you choking so badly?"

Zhou Caifeng stopped what she was doing, a reproachful smile on her face.

"Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you."

Yang Shuisheng finally managed to swallow the meat in his throat, and quickly waved his hand, his voice still a little hoarse: "It's okay, Aunt Feng, I can do such a small thing as making the bed myself."

"You...you've already brought me food and bedding, how could I let you do anything else? It's too much trouble for you!"

"What's the trouble? Why are you being so polite with your aunt?" Zhou Caifeng didn't mind at all. Instead, she felt that Yang Shuisheng was showing her concern, which made her even happier. She turned around and wanted to continue, "You child, you're just too formal."

"From now on, if you need anything, just tell Auntie, and Auntie will take care of it for you."

"Auntie will take good care of you~"

As she spoke, her eyes sparkled, her voice was soft and seductive, and she deliberately leaned closer to Yang Shuisheng, her full breasts almost brushing against his arm.

Yang Shuisheng felt a chill run down his spine.

Seeing that her fairly well-maintained, fair hand was less than ten centimeters away from the pile of tattered clothes covering Yu Qianwei on the bed, his heart almost jumped out of his throat.

If we stop them again, it will be too obvious!

In a flash, his mind went blank, leaving only one thought.

We absolutely cannot let Zhou Caifeng touch that pile of clothes and discover Yu Qianwei!

He lunged forward, not to grab Zhou Caifeng's hand, but before she could react, he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her hard on her lips, which were still uttering tender words.

"Ugh—"

Zhou Caifeng froze, her eyes widening instantly.

The blanket in her hand fell to the edge of the bed with a thud.

Her mind went blank, leaving only the burning sensation on her lips.

Yang Shuisheng kissed her very forcefully, but this sudden initiative struck her like a thunderbolt, leaving her feeling numb all over.

This guy actually kissed me?

Zhou Caifeng was both surprised and delighted, and an overwhelming sense of satisfaction overwhelmed her.

The little man she had been thinking about for days and had used every trick in the book to seduce had finally realized what was going on!

They actually took the initiative to break the ice.

Was it because I treated him so well that he finally got moved?

Or was it because he actually had feelings for her all along?

Her body went limp, her heart pounded like a drum, and she almost collapsed into Yang Shuisheng's arms.

She immediately closed her eyes and began to passionately respond to the kiss, wrapping her arms around Yang Shuisheng's neck, wishing she could meld herself into his body.

Yang Shuisheng only scratched the surface, separating before she could even begin to respond.

His heart was also racing, but not because of emotional excitement, but purely because of nervousness and lingering fear.

He didn't bother to look at Zhou Caifeng's confused and infatuated appearance, her eyes filled with spring water. He grabbed her hand and whispered, "Come on, come with me."

"Where...where to?"

Zhou Caifeng hadn't fully recovered from the sudden kiss; her face was flushed with embarrassment, her breath was unsteady, and she let Yang Shuisheng pull her along, her voice soft and sticky.

"It's too stuffy inside, let's go out for some fresh air."

As Yang Shuisheng spoke, he almost dragged her along, pulling her quickly out of the dilapidated house, and then left the door slightly ajar behind him.

Zhou Caifeng was pulled along by him, staggering as she followed, her heart pounding like a deer, both shy and expectant.

She stole a glance at their hands, which were clasped tightly together, and her face flushed even more.

This idiot... no, Shuisheng, why are you so bold and domineering today?

But she likes it!

She couldn't help but lick her lips, feeling secretly pleased with herself.

The dilapidated house fell silent once more.

After a long while, the pile of clothes on the bed was suddenly thrown aside, and Yu Qianwei sat up, covered in sweat and panting heavily.

She was hiding down there, and her heart almost stopped from being so nervous.

She didn't know exactly what had just happened.

Fortunately, it was a close call, and they were not discovered.

Once she was sure the two people were really gone, she hurriedly climbed off the bed, quickly slipped to the door, opened it a crack, and cautiously observed.

Seeing that there was no one outside, he immediately slipped out and ran wildly towards his home without looking back, afraid that if he was a step too late he would run into someone he shouldn't have.

That was close!

We were almost discovered!

She felt a lingering fear, but at the same time, she was curious as to why Zhou Caifeng cared so much about Yang Shuisheng.

……

On the other side, Yang Shuisheng pulled Zhou Caifeng along, stumbling and walking towards the pool behind the mountain.

The night was dark, and there were no streetlights.

Only the moonlight could barely illuminate the dirt road beneath our feet.

Zhou Caifeng's hand was held tightly by him, and she could feel that his palms were a little sweaty, and his steps were also very hurried.

"Shuisheng...where are you taking your auntie?" Zhou Caifeng asked softly, feeling both sweet and apprehensive.

Going into the mountains in the middle of the night, what if someone sees me...

But that secret thrill made her heart race.

She symbolically tried to pull her hand back, but without much force.

"You'll know when we get there," Yang Shuisheng said without turning his head, his voice low and hoarse.

He did everything he could to buy Yu Qianwei time to leave.

Soon, the two arrived at the edge of the Clear Water Pool.

The pool was dark and deep at night, reflecting the stars and half-moon in the sky. Insects chirped all around, making it even more quiet and secluded than during the day.

"What are you doing here?"

Looking at the dark pool, Zhou Caifeng felt a little uneasy, but more than that, she was looking forward to what might happen next.

"Of course, it's to help you take good care of your health, Auntie."

"Treatment...does it have to be done in such a secluded place?"

She leaned closer to Yang Shuisheng, almost touching him, tilted her head back, and spoke in a soft and seductive voice.

"How would you like to treat Auntie?"

She emphasized the word "regulate" slowly and deliberately, with a suggestive tone. Her fingers gently scratched Yang Shuisheng's palm, her eyes watery and full of allure and eager excitement.

In the wild? Is that exciting?

Yang Shuisheng did not answer, but pulled Zhou Caifeng to a relatively flat bank covered with thick, soft grass.

"Aunt Feng, lie down here." Yang Shuisheng pointed to the grass, his voice low in the night.

Zhou Caifeng's heart was pounding and her face was burning, but she did not hesitate at all. Instead, with excitement and anticipation, she obediently lay down on the grass.

She wore a floral print mini-skirt today, and when she lay down, the hem of the skirt naturally rode up, revealing her two white thighs, which gleamed alluringly in the moonlight.

The buttons on her tight-fitting top were already loose, and now they were slightly open, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin and a deep cleavage.

She placed her hands on her lower abdomen, but her eyes were fixed on Yang Shuisheng, who was squatting beside her. Her gaze was unfocused, her breathing was slightly rapid, and she looked completely at ease.

"Shuisheng..." she called softly, her voice both gentle and sticky.

Yang Shuisheng didn't say anything, but rubbed his slightly hot palms together and then gently pressed them onto Zhou Caifeng's calf.

He still mobilized the energy within his body, and combined it with the massage techniques inherited from his memory, he began to slowly massage and press upwards from her calves and thighs.

His technique was steady and powerful, carrying the unique warmth and penetrating force of Qi.

"Mmm...that feels good..."

Zhou Caifeng immediately let out a satisfied sigh, her body trembling slightly.

The heat and strange tingling sensation in Yang Shuisheng's hands were several times stronger than when she had been massaged indoors before, making every pore on her body open up and even her bones feel itchy.

With her eyes closed, she let out intermittent soft moans, and her body unconsciously twisted as Yang Shuisheng massaged her.

The massage lasted for more than ten minutes. Zhou Caifeng was covered in sweat, her face was flushed, and her eyes were practically brimming with tears as she looked at Yang Shuisheng.

She felt like a pot of water about to boil over.

Finally, she could no longer resist and reached out to grab Yang Shuisheng's hand that was massaging her waist and abdomen, her voice filled with unbearable longing.

"Shuisheng... good Shuisheng... stop pressing..."

"Auntie can't take it anymore..."

"Please...please help my aunt get better...I beg you..."

Her eyes were glazed over, and she took Yang Shuisheng's hand and led it to more sensitive areas of her body, her meaning all too clear.

Seeing Zhou Caifeng's completely open and aroused appearance, Yang Shuisheng knew the time had come.

"Okay," he replied in a hoarse voice, without further hesitation.

In the darkness, clothes fluttered to the ground.

Under the moonlight, two bodies were tightly intertwined.

During this time, Yang Shuisheng focused his mind and concentrated on circulating the "Hehuan Nourishing Qi Technique".

This time is different from any other time.

As soon as the technique was activated, a yin energy, several times purer and larger than before, surged wildly into Yang Shuisheng's meridians.

The aura was so strong that it even made his meridians feel slightly swollen and painful.

He guided this surging torrent, rapidly circulating it along the cultivation path. With each complete cycle, he refined and absorbed a portion of it, transforming it into his own pure Qi, which flowed into his dantian.

Within the dantian, the wisp of qi that had been quietly swirling began to expand, solidify, and grow stronger at an astonishing speed!

A wisp... a wisp and a half...

Soon, the original wisp of energy grew to its limit, showing a faint tendency to split.

I don't know how much time passed, maybe an hour or two.

When the treatment was completely finished, an even purer source of primordial yin energy was activated from the deepest part of her body and surged toward Yang Shuisheng.

"boom!"

Yang Shuisheng felt a soft sound in his mind, and the wisp of energy in his dantian, which had grown to its limit, instantly split in two.

It's done! Two strands!

The cultivation ended, and the clouds dispersed and the rain ceased.

Zhou Caifeng lay sprawled on the grass like a lump of mud, drenched in sweat, too weak to even move a finger.

A long-lost smile of satisfaction graced his face.

Yang Shuisheng also sat up.

Within his dantian, two wisps of pale white energy, much more solid and robust than before, were clearly visible.

They rotate slowly, radiating a warm and steady power.

From one strand to two strands, the improvement in cultivation this time was actually calculated in strands.

The results were so remarkable that they far exceeded his expectations!

Yang Shuisheng was overjoyed, but at the same time, he was filled with deep doubt.

Why did it work so well this time?

This is so much better than the one with Liu Yulan!

Was it Zhou Caifeng who was more proactive and engaged in the cooperation?

Or is it because of her special constitution, with more primordial yin energy?

Or perhaps it's because the special environment in the wild is more stimulating, resulting in a higher quality of the primordial yin energy she releases?

He couldn't figure it out for a moment, but one thing was certain.

That is, the effects of practicing the "Hehuan Nourishing Qi Technique" seem to depend not only on the practice itself, but also on the woman's condition, level of cooperation, and even the environment and state of mind.

This technique is indeed profound.

……

Meanwhile, the atmosphere was somewhat different in the backyard of the Yuelai Teahouse in Daliang Town.

It was late at night, and the teahouse in front had long since closed.

But a light was still on in a secluded side room in the backyard.

Brother Kun, whom everyone in town revered, sat with a gloomy face in an old armchair, tapping his fingers absently on the armrest.

There was tea on the table, but it had gone cold.

"Squeak—"

The door was pushed open, bringing in a cool night breeze.

Three figures, bruised and battered, limped in, supporting each other. They were the same three who had been beaten up by Yang Shuisheng.

The tall man had his head drooping, the one with the broken wrist had his hand haphazardly wrapped with tattered rags, and the other couldn't even stand up straight when he walked.

Wang Kun raised his eyelids and glanced at them, his brows immediately furrowing.

"What happened?"

His fingers, which had been tapping the armrest, stopped, and his voice carried a heavy, oppressive quality: "I sent you to Peach Blossom Valley to deal with an idiot, and look what happened!"

"Did it fall into a ditch? Or was it gored by a wild boar?"

His tone revealed his confusion and impatience.

How could dealing with a village idiot have caused me to end up like this?

This is a disgrace to Wang Kun!