The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

The atmosphere on the narrow street in front of the tailor shop suddenly became tense.

A crowd of onlookers formed a circle, but most stood far away, not daring to get too close.

Looking at the people at the door pointing and whispering, their faces clearly showing fear.

The reason is simple: the men Liao Zhiwen brought were clearly not good people, especially the leader, A-Qiang, who wore a black short jacket and was nicknamed Brother Qiang.

This is Kun Ge's most capable and top-ranking henchman in Daliang Town!

Normally in town, who wouldn't avoid him?

Unexpectedly, this menacing figure was actually brought here by someone!

It seems that the kid in the tailor shop is going to be in serious trouble today, if not dead.

"Why ramble on so much?"

Ignoring the stares of those around him, A-Qiang put his hands in his pockets and frowned slightly.

He glanced coldly at the tailor shop door, then looked at Liao Zhiwen, who was still jumping up and down cursing beside him.

"Go straight in and drag them out."

"Hit and kick him back the same way he hits and kicks you."

"The fight is over. Pay what you owe, and apologize where you should."

He said it casually, but it carried a ruthless edge.

Upon hearing this, everyone around felt a pang of sympathy for the arrogant young man in the tailor shop.

With Brother Qiang personally involved, this matter is unlikely to end well today.

Inside the tailor shop.

Boss Chen was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, grabbing Yang Shuisheng's arm tightly: "Young comrade, listen to me, quick! Go out the back door!"

"They wouldn't dare do anything to an old man like me. At worst... at worst I'll call the police, but you absolutely mustn't go out."

He knew very well who was outside.

If this kid goes out, he'll either be dead or crippled.

"Boss Chen, don't worry."

Yang Shuisheng patted Boss Chen's hand, signaling him to let go. There was no tense expression on his face, but rather a strange calmness: "This matter started because of me. I will handle it well. Please step back and don't get hurt."

After saying that, he ignored Boss Chen's advice, reached out and opened the old wooden door with a creak, and stepped out.

The blinding sunlight outside the door and a bunch of menacing eyes instantly focused on him.

"Kid! You finally dared to show your face?"

As soon as Liao Zhiwen saw Yang Shuisheng come out, his eyes immediately turned red. He pointed at Yang's nose and cursed, "Weren't you so arrogant just now? You think you're so great just because you have brute strength?"

"I'm telling you, this isn't over yet!"

"If you don't kneel down and kowtow three times to me, and then pay me for my medical expenses and emotional distress, I'll make sure you leave Daliang Town strangled!"

"that is!"

The woman with the perm next to him immediately chimed in, hands on her hips, speaking in a high-pitched voice, her face full of disdain: "Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror? How dare you lay a hand on my man?"

Yang Shuisheng seemed not to hear their curses, his gaze calmly sweeping over Liao Zhiwen and the woman.

Finally, the spot landed on Ah Qiang, who was standing at the very front of the crowd, hands in his pockets, expressionless.

"You're the reinforcements he brought in?" He asked with a slight smirk.

"Kid, watch your tone."

Liao Zhiwen immediately puffed out his chest, a smug look on his face: "This is none other than the famous Brother Qiang of Daliang Town!"

"Kun Ge's number one fiercest general!"

"But it's too late for you to be scared now. Let me tell you, today you..."

"Shut up."

A-Qiang suddenly spoke up, interrupting Liao Zhiwen's incessant flattery.

But Liao Zhiwen, like a duck being choked, stopped speaking abruptly and looked at A-Qiang with some confusion.

Ah Qiang looked somewhat flustered.

He recognized him!

Isn't this young man in front of me Yang Shuisheng, the one that Brother Kun kept calling his benefactor at the Yuelai Teahouse?

A cold sweat instantly broke out on A-Qiang's back.

To lay a hand on someone? Are you kidding me!

Putting aside whether he could beat the other party, just the fact that he was Kun Ge's father's savior meant that touching a hair on his head would be tantamount to going against Kun Ge.

Even if you gave Ah Qiang ten times the courage, he wouldn't dare!

"Then what are we waiting for?"

Seeing the fascinating changes in A-Qiang's expression, Yang Shuisheng's smile widened.

"Now that the reinforcements have arrived, let's get started quickly, I'm in a hurry."

This nonchalant attitude further enraged Liao Zhiwen.

"Brother Qiang! Did you hear that?"

"This kid doesn't even respect you."

He didn't notice the change in A-Qiang's expression at all, and thought that Yang Shuisheng was just pretending to be calm, so he continued to shout: "This kid is so arrogant even when he's about to die."

"Brothers, get him! Let's teach this arrogant bastard a lesson..."

"Go to hell!"

A loud shout suddenly rang out, startling everyone.

Suddenly, Ah Qiang, who had been silent all along, turned around and roared at Liao Zhiwen, who was still gesturing wildly, his eyes fierce as if he wanted to kill someone.

He was really screwed over by this idiot today.

"Qiang...Brother Qiang? What...what's wrong with you...?"

Liao Zhiwen trembled all over from the shout, completely stunned. He stared at the suddenly enraged A-Qiang with his mouth agape, his mind blank.

But A-Qiang didn't even look at him. He took a deep breath, turned around to face Yang Shuisheng, squeezed out a flattering smile, and even unconsciously bent his waist slightly, his tone filled with obvious respect.

"Brother Yang...it's a misunderstanding, this is absolutely a huge misunderstanding!"

"I didn't know it was you. That bastard Liao Zhiwen was blind and offended you. I apologize on his behalf. Please don't take it to heart."

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

The once noisy and bustling entrance to the tailor shop became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone watching was dumbfounded. Liao Zhiwen's mouth was agape, wide enough to fit an egg, and his eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets.

The woman with the perm next to him was also dumbfounded.

Brother Qiang... is he apologizing to this country bumpkin?

Still calling him Brother Yang?

The key point is that the tone was so respectful... even fearful?

"Misunderstanding? I don't think there's any misunderstanding."

Yang Shuisheng raised an eyebrow and looked at A-Qiang: "What was that Liao... what was it again?"

"Oh, Liao Zhiwen, he said it himself, that he would have his good brother Qiang deal with me."

"They want me to kneel down, kowtow, and apologize with money."

Sweat poured down A-Qiang's face instantly, and he cursed Liao Zhiwen's ancestors for eighteen generations in his mind.

"Brother Yang, you're joking!"

He quickly waved his hands, bowing even lower: "This is absolutely nonsense from that bastard Liao Zhiwen, how could I dare to disrespect you?"

"If Brother Kun finds out, he'll skin me alive!"

"Calm down, leave this to me."

Liao Zhiwen finally recovered a little from the huge shock and absurdity.

Looking at A-Qiang, whose attitude had completely changed and was now bowing and scraping before Yang Shuisheng, his mind was a jumbled mess. He subconsciously blurted out, "Brother Qiang, what... what do you mean by this? He..."

"Shut the hell up!" Ah Qiang whirled around, his eyes wide with rage, pointing at Liao Zhiwen's nose and yelling, "Are you blind? You dare mess with Brother Yang?"

"Do you know who Brother Yang is? Huh!"

He grew angrier as he spoke, and the thought of how he had almost been dragged down by this idiot and offended Brother Kun's benefactor filled him with lingering fear.

"Snap—"

He raised his hand and delivered a resounding slap to Liao Zhiwen's face, who was still in a daze.

The crisp sound of a slap was particularly loud on the quiet street.

Liao Zhiwen's face turned to the side after being hit, and five clear finger marks instantly appeared on his face, burning with pain.

He covered his face, completely dumbfounded, looking at the furious Ah Qiang with utter confusion about what had happened.

"Apologize to Brother Yang right now! Immediately!" Ah Qiang ordered angrily, pointing his finger at his nose.