The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

"Yang...Brother Yang?"

Liao Zhiwen didn't realize for a while: Who is Brother Yang?

Ah Qiang kept giving Liao Zhiwen meaningful glances, his eyes practically bulging out of his head, as if he wanted to carve the words "Don't mess with this guy, just back down" onto Liao Zhiwen's forehead.

Liao Zhiwen was still dazed from being slapped. He covered his face and looked at A-Qiang's winking and gesturing. Instead of understanding, he asked dumbly, "Brother Qiang, what's wrong with your eye? Is it cramping?"

"I'll slap your mother!"

Ah Qiang almost spat out a mouthful of blood; he was so angry he felt like his lungs were about to explode.

"Snapped!"

Without thinking, he slapped her hard across the face again, this time on the other cheek.

"Ouch!"

Liao Zhiwen's other cheek also swelled up, turning into a symmetrical pig's head.

"What's wrong? What do you think's wrong with me?"

Ah Qiang pointed at his nose, spitting all over his face: "I want to kill you, you blind idiot, and you still have the nerve to ask me what's wrong?"

"Apologize to Brother Yang right now, do you hear me?"

"If you dare utter another word, I'll cripple you first!"

He cursed and kicked and shoved Liao Zhiwen, who was covering his face and crying, towards Yang Shuisheng.

Liao Zhiwen was utterly terrified and finally realized that the country boy he looked down on was probably someone even Brother Qiang couldn't afford to mess with.

"Brother Yang, I was wrong!"

He no longer dared to show any backbone and scrambled to Yang Shuisheng's side.

"I was blind to your greatness, I had a foul mouth! I deserve to die!"

"Please forgive me this time, I promise I'll never do it again."

Ah Qiang quickly stepped forward, bowing repeatedly to Yang Shuisheng with a pleading expression on his face: "Brother Yang, look, this scoundrel knows he was wrong."

"Please, have mercy on him, for... for Brother Kun's sake, and let him off this time, okay?"

"I promise he will never do it again, there will never be a next time."

Yang Shuisheng found the farce unfolding before him somewhat laughable.

He never intended to argue with someone like Liao Zhiwen. He only made a move because the other party was taking advantage of him and even bullied an old man like Boss Chen.

Now, upon hearing A-Qiang mention Wang Kun, he pondered for a moment and thought, "Fine, I can give him this much face."

"Alright." Yang Shuisheng nodded, his gaze towards Liao Zhiwen carrying a hint of coldness. "We can put today's matter behind us, but you remember this: from now on, if anything goes wrong at the tailor shop, whether it's a missing piece of cloth or a broken window, I'll hold you responsible."

"Even if Boss Wang himself comes, it won't make a difference, understand?"

The last few words carried a chill that pierced Liao Zhiwen's heart.

"I understand! I understand!"

Liao Zhiwen trembled with fright and nodded repeatedly: "Brother Yang, don't worry, I assure you, if even a single thread comes loose from the tailor shop, you can come after me."

He'd agree to any request as long as it's a thing or two.

Ah Qiang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the matter was over. He quickly asked, "Brother Yang, is there anything else you need?"

"That's all. Let him get lost." Yang Shuisheng waved his hand, as if shooing away a fly.

"Yes, yes, yes! We'll leave right away, we'll leave right away."

Ah Qiang felt like he had been granted a pardon. He grabbed Liao Zhiwen, who was still lying on the ground, and gave a wink to the few henchmen he had brought. The group of men came quickly and left even faster, squeezing through the crowd with their faces covered in dust and disappearing in the blink of an eye.

An eerie silence hung in the air outside the tailor shop.

The onlookers exchanged bewildered glances, their eyes filled with shock and curiosity as they looked at Yang Shuisheng.

That's Brother Qiang!

Kun's number one henchman!

The man who usually swaggered around town was now bowing and scraping before this poorly dressed young man, apologizing and being scolded like a grandson.

Who exactly is this young man?

Boss Chen also stood at the door, watching Yang Shuisheng's back with a complicated expression.

He's lived most of his life, so he still has good eyesight.

This young man is definitely not an ordinary person.

That demeanor, that skill, and the fear Brother Qiang showed him just now... he's probably a hidden dragon!

He just couldn't understand when someone like him had appeared in Daliang Town.

He had initially thought the young man was honest, but now he couldn't help but feel more respect for him.

"It's alright, Boss Chen."

Ignoring the stares of the crowd, Yang Shuisheng turned and walked back to the tailor shop. He smiled at the still somewhat dazed Boss Chen and said, "The fabric for my two outfits will be the same as what we just ordered. You've also taken my measurements. Please make them as soon as possible, and I'll come to pick them up in a couple of days."

Do I need to pay an extra deposit?

Boss Chen snapped out of his daze and quickly nodded, "No need, no need, Comrade Yang, don't worry, I'll definitely do it perfectly for you."

"You can pick it up in three days at the earliest!"

"Okay, then I'll trouble you."

Yang Shuisheng nodded and left the tailor shop without lingering any longer, under the curious yet awe-inspiring gazes of the crowd.

He went straight to the town's only supply and marketing cooperative.

There were quite a few people in the supply and marketing cooperative, mostly villagers who came to buy oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar. They were crowded together in front of the counter.

People who buy things are very careful. Salt is weighed by the ounce, sugar by the packet, and soy sauce is bought in half-bottles. They are afraid of spending a penny more than necessary and are very frugal.

When it was Yang Shuisheng's turn, a plump female sales clerk in her forties was eating sunflower seeds behind the counter without even lifting her eyelids.

The people behind them in line were also impatiently urging, "Hey, you in front, hurry up! Tell us what you want to buy!"

Ignoring the urging, Yang Shuisheng said to the salesperson, "Two jin of fruit candy and two jin of nougat."

The sales clerk paused in her sunflower seed-eating, then looked up at Yang Shuisheng with some surprise.

She frowned when she saw his shabby clothes, but still turned around to weigh the sugar.

The people waiting to buy things nearby were also stunned for a moment. Fruit candy, nougat? And you buy it by weight?

This is a rare snack; most families only buy a few ounces of it during the Lunar New Year!

"Pork, the one with the thickest fat, five catties," Yang Shuisheng continued to say to himself.

"Five catties?"

The salesperson and those around them gasped.

Pork is a precious commodity. Normally, people buy meat by the ounce, and only during festivals do they dare to buy it by the pound.

Five jin in one gulp?

"Ten catties of Fuqiang flour."

"Ten pounds of polished white rice."

"Two pounds of sponge cake are needed."

"Give me two pounds of peach shortbread."

……

Yang Shuisheng calmly listed the items he needed, as if he were buying cabbage at the market.

The sales clerk's hands were trembling slightly, and the way she looked at Yang Shuisheng completely changed, from impatience to respect.

The people in line behind him forgot to urge him on and all stared at Yang Shuisheng with their mouths agape, quickly calculating in their minds how much this would cost.

"Two more bars of soap and two towels, please."

"Frost cream... I want the best one with osmanthus scent."

"By the way, do you have any shampoo? I'd like the Seagull brand," Yang Shuisheng added after thinking for a moment.

These are not only for personal use, but also for use by Liu Yulan.

Yes, yes, yes!

The sales clerk's attitude changed completely at this moment. Her face was full of smiles, and she quickly took out the items that Yang Shuisheng wanted one by one, her abacus clicking away.

"Comrade, the total cost of these items is 198.7 yuan."

Without saying a word, Yang Shuisheng took out a thick wad of cash from his pocket, counted out two hundred yuan, and handed it over.

The sales clerk took the money and checked it again and again. When giving change, his face lit up with a smile, and he said "Comrade, please take this" and "Comrade, please take care" repeatedly.

The supply and marketing cooperative was completely silent.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the mountain of luxury goods piled up in front of Yang Shuisheng, then at the two hundred yuan he casually pulled out, and then at his patched old clothes. The stark contrast shocked everyone.

This young man is a real hidden gem; he's incredibly wealthy!

Then, everyone started to worry again: how could he carry so many things by himself?

Just those ten pounds of rice, ten pounds of flour, and five pounds of meat were heavy enough, not to mention all the other odds and ends.

Yang Shuisheng calmly sorted the items and tied them up with the thick hemp rope and net provided by the supply and marketing cooperative.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, he effortlessly lifted the heavy net bag containing rice, noodles, meat, and eggs with one hand, and easily picked up another large bag containing sugar cakes, snacks, and daily necessities with the other, without batting an eye.

It was as if he was carrying not dozens of kilograms of heavy objects, but two bundles of light straw.

However, just as Yang Shuisheng, carrying two large, heavy bags, reached the entrance of the supply and marketing cooperative, he suddenly heard the hesitant voice of the portly sales clerk behind him: "Hey, comrade! Wait a minute!"