The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

Upon hearing this, Ma San felt as if he had been struck by lightning; his legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

"Wh...what? He's your brother, Brother Kun?"

He looked at Yang Shuisheng in horror, then at Wang Kun, whose face was ashen, his mind buzzing.

He never imagined that his casual touch today would lead him to touch the head of the King of Hell's brother.

It's over! It's all over now!

"Brother Kun, I was wrong, I was really wrong. I was blind and didn't know this man was your brother."

"Money! All the money is here, I didn't touch a single penny... no, I just... I only spent a little, I'll pay back the rest."

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

"I will kowtow to you!"

Ma San was so frightened that he knelt down with a thud, kowtowing frantically to Wang Kun and Yang Shuisheng, his face covered in snot and tears, his voice filled with misery.

"Now you realize you were wrong? Too late!"

Wang Kun kicked away the hand that was grabbing him with disgust, his eyes icy cold: "You steal from others, and I'll turn a blind eye."

"But if you dare to touch my brother, then you'll have to follow the rules."

"Your thieving hands are gone today!"

He winked at his subordinate beside him.

Immediately, two burly men stepped forward, one on each side, and held Ma San down tightly. Another man pulled out a gleaming machete and was about to chop down on Ma San's right hand, the one that had been used to steal the money.

"Ah—no!"

"Brother Kun, spare me! Big Brother, spare me!"

"I have elderly parents to care for and young children to raise..." Ma San screamed like a pig being slaughtered, struggling desperately, his eyes filled with despair.

"etc."

Just as the machete was about to fall, Yang Shuisheng suddenly spoke.

Everyone paused, looking at Yang Shuisheng with puzzlement. Even Wang Kun raised an eyebrow in confusion.

Yang Shuisheng walked up to Ma San, who was being held down on the ground, and squatted down to look at him.

"I'm asking you, how did you steal the money from me at the lumber store?"

"I clearly felt like I was just lightly bumped."

At this moment, Ma San dared not hide anything. Although he was afraid, when Yang Shuisheng asked about it, he couldn't help but show a hint of confidence in his cooking skills and stammered, "Brother, I've been doing this for over ten years. I'm fast at it."

"That bump was just a ruse to distract you."

"With just a flick of my finger, I can get my hands on what's in your pocket."

"It's mainly about speed, so fast that you won't even feel the weight in your pocket..."

As he spoke, he subconsciously made an extremely fast and concealed hooking motion, which was indeed incredibly swift.

Looking at his exceptionally nimble hands, Yang Shuisheng suddenly had an idea.

Bringing Zhao Youcai down might require some extraordinary measures.

For example, when collecting evidence, sometimes... you don't necessarily have to take the right path.

This Ma San, although a thief, has such superb thieving skills that he might come in handy someday.

"Alright, not bad skills." Yang Shuisheng nodded, stood up, and said to Wang Kun, "Boss Wang, considering his skills, I'll keep his hands for now and give him a chance."

"Brother Yang, whatever you say goes."

Although Wang Kun was puzzled, he naturally had to give Yang Shuisheng face since he had spoken up: "This bastard stole all your belongings. You said you'd forgive him, so you'll forgive him."

With a wave of his hand, he released the man holding Ma San.

Ma San collapsed to the ground, panting heavily. He could hardly believe he had escaped this ordeal. His eyes were filled with gratitude and even deeper fear as he looked at Yang Shuisheng.

Who would have thought that such a young brat could be on such good terms with Wang Kun!

"Ma San," Yang Shuisheng looked at him, "you said you have good skills, so I'll give you another chance."

"Now, steal something else from me, anything will do."

"If you can steal it without me noticing, then the matter of you stealing my money earlier, and the matter of Boss Wang chopping off your hand, will be wiped clean. How about it?"

Ma San was stunned. He looked at Yang Shuisheng, then at Wang Kun.

Wang Kun watched with interest and did not object.

"Really...really?" Ma San couldn't believe it.

"I keep my word," Yang Shuisheng said.

"Okay! Okay! Thank you, big brother! Thank you, Brother Kun!"

Ma San got up, wiped his sweat, and calmed himself down.

He knew this was his only chance.

He slowly walked to Yang Shuisheng's side, as if to apologize, and bowed slightly.

Just as their bodies were about to touch, his shoulder seemed to brush against Yang Shuisheng's arm unintentionally; the movement was so fast that it was almost invisible.

The next second, Ma San took a step back, opened his palm, and there lay the few small bills that Yang Shuisheng had left in his pants pocket.

Throughout the entire process, Yang Shuisheng only felt a slight touch and didn't even see how Ma San's hand moved.

That thieving skill is truly remarkable!

If he hadn't known beforehand, he probably wouldn't have discovered it.

"Wow, he's really got some skills." Wang Kun exclaimed in amazement.

Yang Shuisheng took his change back from Ma San and nodded to Wang Kun: "Thanks, Boss Wang."

"Let's keep his hand for now."

"Brother Yang, you're too kind. It's your decision," Wang Kun said with a smile, then his face turned cold, and he shouted at Ma San, "What are you all standing there for? Hand over all the money!"

Ma San dared not delay and quickly took out all the remaining money he had, including the winnings from the gambling table, and piled it up.

Wang Kun had his men count it; it totaled one thousand two hundred and thirty-seven yuan and fifty cents.

It was several hundred yuan less than when Yang Shuisheng was robbed, which was obviously spent on gambling and gambling.

"Brother Yang, take a look and see how much is missing. I'll make it up to you." Wang Kun said, reaching for his wallet.

"No need, Boss Wang." Yang Shuisheng stopped him, looking at the 1,200 yuan, then at the uneasy Ma San, "Consider this money as something Ma San owes me."

"He owes me a debt of gratitude... no, he owes me a pair of hands."

Wang Kun understood Yang Shuisheng's meaning, nodded, and said sternly to Ma San, "Ma San, did you hear that? Your dog's life and these claws now belong to Brother Yang."

"From now on, do whatever Brother Yang tells you to do. If you dare to have even the slightest wicked thought, I'll make you disappear without a trace in Daliang Town."

"Yes, yes, yes! Thank you, Brother Kun! Thank you, Brother Yang! I will definitely listen! I will definitely listen!" Ma San nodded hurriedly, feeling both scared and relieved.

Yang Shuisheng put away the 1,200 yuan, thanked Wang Kun again, and then said to Ma San, "Come out with me."

Ma San quickly followed Yang Shuisheng out of the smoky casino.

Once outside on the street, Ma San cautiously asked, "Brother Yang, what...what can I do for you? I'll do anything you ask."

Yang Shuisheng glanced at him and said in a low voice, "I need you to help me enter a house and pick up some things."

"Breaking into a house to steal?"

Ma San's eyes lit up. He knew this place well; it was much easier than stealing from someone.

"What are you stealing? Tell me, Brother Yang!"

"As long as it's not too big, I guarantee no one will know."

"I'll tell you what to steal later."

"Just remember, once the matter is settled, the money and favors you owe me will be wiped clean."

Yang Shuisheng looked at him with a smile.

"As for Wang Kun, he won't bother you anymore."

"Okay! Brother Yang, I've got this covered."

"You tell me, which one do you want me to go to?" Ma San patted his chest and assured him.

"Peach Blossom Valley, the home of village chief Zhao Youcai."

Ma San's heart skipped a beat. Steal from the village chief's house?

This job is a bit risky, but compared to having my hand chopped off or offending Brother Kun, the risk is negligible.

"No problem, Brother Yang." He nodded immediately. "When do we make our move? What are the arrangements?"

"Tomorrow morning, just as dawn breaks, go to the west end of Taohua'ao Village. There's a small bamboo grove there. Wait for me by the bamboo grove."

"I will tell you exactly what to take and how to get in," Yang Shuisheng instructed.

"Alright! Don't worry, Brother Yang, I'll be there tomorrow without fail."

After settling Ma San in, Yang Shuisheng told him to leave first, while he picked up the new hoe and hurried back towards Taohua'ao.

Although he is much faster now, the trip to find the thief in town and to the casino still took up a lot of his time.

By the time he returned to Peach Blossom Valley, the sun was already setting, long past the usual lunchtime.

But he still habitually went around to the back of the village chief's house.

The back door was ajar, and he gently pushed it open.

In the kitchen, Zhou Caifeng was clearing away the dishes when she heard a noise and turned around. Seeing that it was Yang Shuisheng, she was overjoyed.

"Shuisheng, why are you so late?"

She looked exceptionally well today, with rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes, making even her floral blouse appear bright and vibrant.

She seemed to have just washed her face; her temples were still damp, and a few strands of hair clung to her fair neck.

She leaned against the door frame, intentionally or unintentionally, and her tight-fitting blouse outlined the breathtaking curves of her chest. The neckline was also slightly open due to her posture, revealing a tempting glimpse of snow-white skin.

"Auntie thought you weren't coming today."

Zhou Caifeng's voice was soft and sweet, with a hint of reproach and joy, and her eyes swept over Yang Shuisheng with a hooking gaze.

She was still quite excited about what happened last night.

Since Yang Shuisheng hadn't come to eat yet, she was thinking of cleaning up the kitchen and taking the initiative to deliver the food to him, and also asking him to help her take care of her health.

Unexpectedly, he came to our door on his own.

"Shuisheng, your uncle went out after dinner, how about we..."