The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

Upon hearing this, the three of them felt their faces burning with shame and fear.

"Brother Kun, we've been ripped off by that bastard Zhao Hu!"

The tall man clutched his still-aching stomach, his face contorted in pain, his voice filled with lingering fear and frustration: "That Yang Shuisheng, he's not stupid at all."

"Not only is he not stupid, he's also a trained fighter, incredibly strong, and quick and ruthless."

"The three of us couldn't even get close."

"A martial arts expert?"

Wang Kun frowned even more, his tone full of sarcasm.

"Yang Shuisheng... I seem to have a vague recollection of that name."

"I remember there was an accident in Taohua'ao a couple of years ago, two people died, and their son seemed to have been beaten stupid."

"Zhao Youcai even borrowed a few people from me to keep things under control back then."

"Even if he's not stupid now, could a country bumpkin who's just recovered from a mental illness really beat the three of you up like this?"

Although his three men weren't top-tier fighters, they were known for their brawls and intimidation in town, and could easily handle an ordinary farmer.

Who would believe that someone who had just recovered from a mental illness could beat someone up like this?

"Brother Kun! It's true!" The man with the broken wrist grimaced in pain and quickly chimed in, "That kid is really weird. He doesn't look strong, but his strength and speed... he's inhuman."

"I don't think even if Brother Qiang goes in person, he might not be able to take him down easily."

"Heh, even Ah Qiang might not have it easy?" Wang Kun scoffed, his face darkening completely. "I think you're all getting more and more backward as you get older."

"They were scared out of their wits by some brat, and they still dare to drag Ah Qiang into it? What a bunch of good-for-nothings!"

He grew angrier and angrier, suddenly raising his voice and yelling towards the door, "A-Qiang!"

With a creak, the door to the side room was pushed open.

A tall man walked in silently.

He was wearing a plain black short-sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing the strong muscles on his forearms and several old scars.

This is A-Qiang, Wang Kun's top henchman.

"Brother Kun," Ah Qiang said respectfully.

Wang Kun pointed at the three disheveled men on the ground and said coldly, "These three good-for-nothings went to Peach Blossom Valley to deal with a hothead named Yang Shuisheng, but they ended up getting themselves beaten up instead. And they even claimed to be martial arts experts. Even you might not be a match for them."

"Tomorrow, take a few people with you, and then take these three with you, and go to Peach Blossom Valley."

"Get this done quickly and efficiently, understand?"

Ah Qiang's gaze swept over the three people on the ground, his eyes showing no emotion, and he simply nodded slightly.

"clear."

"Alright, get lost!" Wang Kun waved his hand impatiently, shooing the three away like flies. "I'll settle accounts with you for making a fool of yourself today after A-Qiang has finished his business."

The three of them felt as if they had been granted a pardon, and disregarding their pain, they quickly helped each other out.

Ah Qiang then turned and left, not giving them a second glance from beginning to end.

After leaving the side room and reaching a secluded spot in the front yard, the three of them finally breathed a sigh of relief, but their faces remained even more worried.

"Brother Qiang... tomorrow..." The tall man tentatively looked at Qiang.

"Meet at the back door of the teahouse tomorrow morning."

Ah Qiang walked away without stopping, leaving the three of them looking at each other in bewilderment.

"What do we do?" the man with the severed wrist asked with a mournful face.

"What else can we do?" The tall man sighed, lowering his voice, "With Brother Qiang involved, it should... be fine, right?"

"But that Yang Shuisheng is really damn weird, we need to be prepared for the worst."

"What preparations?"

"If Brother Qiang really gets rid of Yang Shuisheng, then we'll come back and accept our punishment obediently."

"But what if, I mean what if, Brother Qiang also..." The tall man swallowed, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes, "We need to hurry up and collect the six hundred and eighty cents we owe that kid."

"If Kun's side really suffers losses, we'll pay back the money. At least that will show our stance and prevent him from taking his anger out on us and getting beaten up again."

The other two agreed that it made sense.

They were truly terrified of Yang Shuisheng, that ruthless man.

In comparison, while Kun Ge's punishment was also frightening, at least it wouldn't kill him on the spot.

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes! Let's raise the money first! We'll do it tonight when we get home!"

The three hit it off immediately, ignoring their own pain, and hurriedly left, each limping, to rummage through their belongings and try to scrape together the money.

……

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, Yang Shuisheng got up.

After practicing with Zhou Caifeng at night, two strands of energy circulated within his body, making him feel exceptionally energetic and full of vitality.

After washing up, he headed towards the town.

With an increased sense of energy within the body, my steps felt much lighter.

The journey that usually takes more than two hours didn't seem to take long today; he had already reached the entrance to town before the sun had fully risen.

Most of the shops on the street were still closed, with only a few breakfast stalls steaming.

We're still too early.

Yang Shuisheng shook his head, walked familiarly to the noodle shop from yesterday, ordered a bowl of noodles with a fried egg, and sat down near the door to eat slowly.

He planned to wait until he finished eating the noodles, when the shop should be open, to first buy Liu Yulan two new outfits, and then go to the blacksmith's shop to see if they had any suitable throwing darts.

As a result, when he was halfway through eating his noodles, he glanced outside unintentionally.

Just then, I saw a few people walking out of the Yuelai Teahouse across the street.

The one in the lead was none other than Boss Wang, whom I had met at the clinic yesterday.

He appeared to be talking to a man in a black short-sleeved shirt next to him.

Coincidentally, when Wang Kun looked up, he also saw Yang Shuisheng sitting in the noodle shop eating noodles.

He was taken aback at first, then immediately put on a warm smile and strode towards the noodle shop without bothering to talk to the people next to him.

"Oh my! Young man, what a coincidence! I've run into you here." Wang Kun walked to the entrance of the noodle shop, his voice loud and clear, filled with gratitude and affection. "Thanks to you yesterday, my father is fine now. The doctor in the county said it was fortunate that he was rescued in time. You are a great benefactor to our Wang family."

"Come on, this meal's on me!"

"Boss, this young man's bill is on me."

He was about to take out his money when he said that, looking at Yang Shuisheng with eager eyes.

Clearly, he wanted to make a good acquaintance with Yang Shuisheng.

"No need, Mr. Wang."

Yang Shuisheng swallowed the noodles in his mouth, put down his chopsticks, and waved his hand dismissively: "I've already paid for the noodles. You go about your business, don't worry about me."

He didn't want to have too much to do with this Boss Wang.

Although the other party is being very nice now, he hasn't forgotten how that person acted yesterday.

He just wanted to finish buying his things and get back to the village as soon as possible.

"That won't do! I must thank you."

"Okay, in a bit I'll..."

"Brother Kun, everyone's here."

Wang Kun wanted to persist, but just then, A-Qiang, who had spoken to him earlier, came over with a few other people.

Among those people, three had bruises on their faces and walked awkwardly.

These were the three thugs that Yang Shuisheng had dealt with last night.

Ah Qiang walked up to Wang Kun and bowed slightly: "Let's set off for Peach Blossom Valley now."

Wang Kun nodded, but his mind was still on Yang Shuisheng. He casually replied, "Okay, go and come back soon, and get things done quickly."

"Yes."

Ah Qiang responded, then turned around and winked at the three men, signaling them to follow.

But the three men, from the moment Wang Kun came over and greeted Yang Shuisheng, stared intently at Yang Shuisheng sitting in the noodle shop. Their faces turned deathly pale, their eyes almost popped out, and their feet seemed rooted to the spot, unable to move an inch.

Ah Qiang took a couple of steps, then realized the three hadn't followed. He frowned and snapped coldly, "What are you dawdling for? Let's go!"

"He...he...he..." The tall man pointed at Yang Shuisheng in the noodle shop, his lips trembling. He wanted to say something, but he stuttered so badly that he couldn't squeeze out a complete word for a long time.

Wang Kun noticed the three men's strange behavior, turned around, and seeing their horrified expressions, his face darkened with displeasure: "Useless trash! You got beaten up yesterday and can't even speak properly anymore? Stuttered?"

"Kun... Brother Kun... He... He..." The one with the broken wrist also pointed at Yang Shuisheng, his face even more ashen than if he were crying.

Ah Qiang's eyes narrowed as he looked at the ordinary-looking young man in the noodle shop.

Yang Shuisheng had just finished wiping his mouth, and slowly stood up, his eyes gleaming.

Brother Kun... Boss Wang...

It turned out to be the case.

He looked at the group of people at the door, his face expressionless, but he already understood what was going on.

So this Boss Wang is none other than Brother Kun, the notorious gangster boss of Daliang Town!

"Brother Kun, that's Yang Shuisheng! The Yang Shuisheng from Peach Blossom Valley!"

Finally, the tall man recovered and told the truth in one breath.