The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

Zhou Caifeng looked at Yang Shuisheng with seductive eyes.

"Shuisheng, come in quickly!"

"Your uncle went to Majiagou on business and won't be back for a while."

Yang Shuisheng's heart skipped a beat when he heard the words "Majia Gou".

Majiagou?

Isn't that the hometown of Ma Dayong, the driver who killed his parents back then?

Why is Zhao Youcai going to Majiagou to handle some business at this critical juncture?

Is it really that coincidental?

He immediately pressed, "Aunt Feng, what business did Zhao Youcai go to Majia Gou on?"

"It's so far, do we have to spend the night there?"

Zhou Caifeng had already pulled him into the main room and was pushing him towards the stairs. Her mind was clearly not on answering the question. She casually said, "How would I know what he's going to do? He's being so mysterious. He just said he's going to see an old friend and might not be back tonight."

"Oh, never mind him, it's good that he's not home... Come on, let's go upstairs, it's quiet upstairs."

As she spoke, she used force, almost half-pushing and half-carrying, to carry Yang Shuisheng up to the second floor.

The second floor consists of their bedroom and a small guest room, which are significantly better decorated than those downstairs and other homes in the village. The walls are whitewashed and the floor is covered with an old carpet.

Zhou Caifeng pushed Yang Shuisheng into their bedroom, pressed him to sit on the edge of the bed, and then turned to go downstairs. Her voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement and caution: "You sit down first. I'll go down and close the door of the convenience store in front, and then lock the back door as well."

"So that no one comes to buy anything later, or some clueless person barges in and ruins our good time."

After saying that, she rushed downstairs.

Yang Shuisheng was the only one left in the room.

Yang Shuisheng immediately stood up and began to carefully search the bedroom.

This is Zhao Youcai and Zhou Caifeng's private space; perhaps we can find something there.

Could Zhao Youcai have gone to Majiagou because he heard something and went to deal with Ma Dayong's affairs?

It would be even better if we could find something shady in his house.

The bedroom wasn't large, but it was fully furnished with a double wooden bed, a wardrobe with a mirror, a chest of drawers, and a desk.

The desk was piled with account books, newspapers, and miscellaneous items.

Yang Shuisheng began to examine it carefully.

He first flipped through the account books on the desk, which were mostly miscellaneous records of village expenses and small shops, nothing special.

I opened the drawer again and looked inside. It contained fountain pens, ink pads, old photos, and the like.

His gaze finally settled on the small, locked drawer at the very bottom of the chest of drawers.

This old-fashioned five-drawer chest has four unlocked drawers on top, but the bottom one has a small brass lock.

The lock wasn't big, but it looked very sturdy.

Yang Shuisheng squatted down and tried to tug on the lock, but it didn't budge.

He considered using brute force to pry it open, but after looking at the exquisite brass lock and the seam of the wooden drawer, he knew that forcibly breaking it open would definitely make a lot of noise, and it would be impossible to restore it afterwards.

When Zhao Youcai returned, he immediately knew that someone had tampered with the place.

No, we can't alert them.

Yang Shuisheng gave up the idea of ​​forcibly opening it.

He suddenly thought of Ma San.

That guy is a professional thief; he'd probably make this kind of delicate lock-picking work look like child's play.

Let him try tomorrow; he can do it without anyone noticing.

Just then, the sound of two latches being closed came from downstairs, followed by the sound of Zhou Caifeng's footsteps going upstairs. She quickly appeared at the door carrying a plate.

Her face was flushed with excitement.

"Shuisheng, what are you looking at?" Zhou Caifeng walked in and asked casually when she saw him standing in front of the dresser.

"Nothing much, just browsing."

Yang Shuisheng turned around calmly, pointed to the furnishings in the room, and said with a hint of envy in his voice.

"Aunt Feng, your house is really nicely decorated. If I ever have money, I'll decorate my house like this, no, even better than this."

Zhou Caifeng was pleased to hear him praise his home and, without suspecting anything, walked over and leaned against him.

"This house was built by a craftsman we found in the county town a couple of years ago. His skills are better than those in town, but the labor and materials were more expensive, so it cost quite a bit."

As she spoke, her body slumped against Yang Shuisheng's arm, her face tilted back, her eyes shimmering with undisguised longing.

"Let's not talk about this anymore... Here, have something to eat first. Auntie saved some steamed buns for you."

She lifted the gauze on the plate, revealing two still-warm meat buns inside.

Then, she practically clung to Yang Shuisheng, her arms wrapped around his waist, her full breasts pressed tightly against his arms, her breath sweet as orchids.

"Shuisheng...good Shuisheng...don't just focus on eating, Auntie is hungry too."

"Could you please 'take care' of Auntie first, and feed her properly?"

"Auntie, there are still steamed buns here, plenty for everyone!"

As she spoke, she deliberately puffed out her chest, the amazing elasticity of which was evident even through the thin fabric.

The meaning of "steamed bun" and "feeding" in the sentence is quite obvious.

Looking at Zhou Caifeng's alluring and expectant face, Yang Shuisheng knew that this woman was now completely willing to throw herself at him.

Why not take advantage of cultivation resources delivered right to your doorstep?

"Okay, Aunt Feng."

He put down the bun he had only taken a bite of, reached out and embraced Zhou Caifeng's plump and soft waist. With a gentle pull, he drew her into his arms, looked down into her dreamy eyes, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

"I'll 'condition' you first and feed you."

……

More than an hour later.

The room was filled with a warm and ambiguous atmosphere.

Zhou Caifeng lay limply on the messy bed, covered only by the corner of the blanket, revealing her smooth, rounded shoulders and a large patch of sweat-dampened back.

She was so tired that she barely had the strength to move a finger. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were glazed, and her chest was still rising and falling slightly, but she looked satisfied and had a smile on her lips.

"Shuisheng...you...you're really amazing."

She caught her breath, her voice soft and hoarse. With difficulty, she turned her head to look at Yang Shuisheng, who was sitting by the bed quietly adjusting his breathing. Her eyes were filled with tears, full of admiration and infatuation.

"Your treatment is absolutely amazing. I've never felt so comfortable in my entire life."

She rested for a while, feeling an unprecedented sense of ease and relaxation in her body, and continued to murmur, "After only two treatments, I feel much more relaxed, and my mind is not so stuffy and irritable anymore. Everything looks pleasing to the eye."

"If this treatment continues, Auntie will definitely get better and better."

"Shuisheng, you'll have to help your aunt more often in the future..."

The meaning behind her words was crystal clear: she hoped to maintain this "conditioning" relationship with Yang Shuisheng in the long term, and it even carried a hint of pleading.

However, Yang Shuisheng's attention was not on her words or expectations at all.

His eyes were closed, but his heart was in turmoil.

Just now, during his cultivation with Zhou Caifeng, he clearly felt that the primordial yin energy he drew from Zhou Caifeng's body was purer and more concentrated than it had been by the pool last night.

The efficiency with which the "Hehuan Nourishing Qi Technique" transformed and absorbed that yin energy was astonishing!

He guided this surging torrent through his meridians, eventually sinking it into his dantian.

Within the dantian, the two strands of qi that were originally quietly swirling around rapidly grew stronger and solidified, as if being inhaled.

A brand new third wisp of energy has emerged!

Three strands!

From last night until now, in less than a day, he went from having two wisps of qi to condensing one wisp, then two wisps, and now he has actually reached three wisps.

This cultivation speed is simply unbelievable.

The effects of the "Hehuan Nourishing Qi Secret" on women with specific constitutions are surprisingly terrifying.

Yang Shuisheng suppressed his overwhelming joy and shock and slowly opened his eyes.

Feeling the three strands of energy slowly rotating in his dantian, bringing a sense of abundant power, he gained a deeper understanding of the profoundness of this technique and was filled with an even stronger desire to defeat Zhao Youcai and reclaim his own land.

He glanced at Zhou Caifeng, who was still immersed in the afterglow of the treatment and looking at him expectantly, and knew in his heart that this woman had now been completely conquered by him.

At the same time, she is also a stable and high-quality cultivation resource for him.

"Yes, Aunt Feng, as long as you feel well." Yang Shuisheng said calmly, reaching out to pull the blanket up to cover more of her exposed skin. "The key to recuperating is persistence. I will continue to help you if there is an opportunity in the future."

"Shuisheng, you're so kind!"

Upon hearing his words, Zhou Caifeng's eyes lit up even more, and her face broke into a wide smile. She couldn't help but reach out and grab Yang Shuisheng's hand tightly, saying, "Auntie knew she hadn't misjudged you."

Yang Shuisheng let her hold his hand, but in his heart he was thinking about what secret Zhao Youcai might find in the small drawer when Ma San came to unlock it tomorrow.