The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

Touch it?

Yang Shuisheng was stunned. His hand froze in mid-air, his eyes wide open, and he could hardly believe his ears.

He just wanted to scare her a little, make this proud girl feel embarrassed, and get back at her for the humiliation he suffered during the day.

Who would have thought she would actually agree?

This is completely different from the Yu Qianwei he remembered, who avoided him like the plague.

Are you serious?

Yang Shuisheng couldn't help but ask again, his tone filled with disbelief.

Yu Qianwei kept her eyes tightly closed, her cheeks so red they looked like they could bleed.

"Nonsense, I, Yu Qianwei, keep my word."

Hearing Yang Shuisheng's question, she suddenly opened her eyes, her tone filled with a resolute determination: "But you have to promise me you won't go to the supply and marketing cooperative."

"I can't let my dad lose face in front of so many people, that's the condition for the deal."

"I see," Yang Shuisheng realized.

She was genuinely afraid that she would make a big fuss and embarrass her father, the village head, in front of her city classmates at the college entrance celebration the next day.

I never expected that she would be willing to pay such a price to save face for her father.

Once Yang Shuisheng understood all this, his mischievous thoughts suddenly faded, replaced by an indescribable feeling.

However, after hesitating for a moment, he tentatively reached out and slowly approached Yu Qianwei's chest, which was heaving slightly due to nervousness.

He wanted to verify it.

Yu Qianwei's body instantly tensed up like a stone. She held her breath, closed her eyes tightly, bit her lips until they turned white, and trembled slightly. Even so, she did not flinch, but simply turned her head to the side, looking humiliated and ready to be taken advantage of.

Yang Shuisheng's hand stopped a few centimeters away from her chest.

This girl... is actually serious.

She wasn't faking it; she was genuinely prepared to sacrifice her virtue in order to save face for her father and quell the trouble.

Once the confirmation was complete, Yang Shuisheng's last bit of teasing intent vanished.

"Alright, put your hand down."

He slowly withdrew his hand, looked at Yu Qianwei, and sighed: "I promise you, I won't go to the supply and marketing cooperative."

"I'll save face for your father."

Yu Qianwei suddenly opened her eyes, her gaze filled with astonishment and disbelief.

She looked at Yang Shuisheng's withdrawn hand, completely unexpected that he would let her go so easily.

Let go of this opportunity to take advantage of yourself in a legitimate way.

"You...you're serious? You're not going to touch me anymore?" she stammered, her face still flushed.

"Okay, I won't touch it anymore. I mean what I say." Yang Shuisheng nodded. "However, you have to remember what you owe me and the money you owe me. You can pay it back slowly later."

"Thanks……"

She looked at Yang Shuisheng, her eyes filled with complex emotions, then lowered her head and whispered something.

Before Yang Shuisheng could react, she suddenly stood on tiptoe and quickly kissed him on the cheek.

The touch was cool and soft, and it separated at the slightest touch.

After doing this, her face turned even redder, and she turned and ran outside.

She ran to the door and stopped, glancing back at Yang Shuisheng. Her voice was still very soft: "Um... I'm having a feast at my house tomorrow, remember to come and eat a lot."

After saying that, she opened the door and fled.

Yang Shuisheng touched his cheek where he had been kissed, standing there for a long time, unable to come to his senses.

Doesn't Yu Qianwei hate me?

Why did they kiss?

Before he could think it through, he heard very light footsteps outside the door, sounding somewhat cautious.

This time, Yang Shuisheng learned his lesson and didn't act recklessly again to avoid making a fool of himself.

The door was gently pushed open, and a voluptuous and slender figure slipped in, bringing with her the coolness of the night breeze and a familiar fragrance.

"Shuisheng, have you been waiting long?"

She closed the door behind her, leaned against it, and looked at Yang Shuisheng in the darkness, her voice carrying a smile and a hint of teasing: "Sorry, sister-in-law, I'm late."

It is Liu Yulan.

She seemed to have taken a shower and changed into a clean floral shirt and black pants. Her hair was still a little wet and stuck to her neck.

The top button of her shirt was undone, revealing a patch of snow-white skin and delicate collarbone.

In the darkness, her eyes shone brightly, glistening with a watery luster, as she stared intently at Yang Shuisheng.

"Sister-in-law Yulan, you've finally arrived."

Yang Shuisheng stepped forward and pulled her into his arms. Feeling her plump and soft touch, the heat in his heart was instantly ignited, and his voice became low and hoarse.

"Of course I'm getting impatient! You're all I can think about."

Liu Yulan felt weak in the knees from his embrace, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, tilting her head back and breathing softly, "Then how about I thank you properly today and make it up to you?"

An ambiguous atmosphere instantly filled the cramped, dilapidated room.

This time, there were no reservations, no disturbances...

After an unknown amount of time, the clouds dispersed and the rain stopped.

Liu Yulan was so exhausted that she almost collapsed in Yang Shuisheng's arms, not even wanting to move a finger.

Yang Shuisheng, however, was full of energy.

The three strands of qi that were originally quietly swirling in the dantian have now suddenly become five strands.

Two more strands!

Yang Shuisheng was overjoyed.

The effect of this training was even better than the one with Zhou Caifeng last night.

He boldly speculated that the effects of cultivating the "Hehuan Nourishing Qi Technique" were probably not only related to the woman's constitution and the concentration of her primordial yin energy, but also to the degree of cooperation between the two parties, their emotional investment, and even the length of time they cultivated.

"Shuisheng, I have to go back."

It took Liu Yulan a while to recover before she struggled to sit up and hurriedly began to put on her clothes.

"It's almost dawn, and I'm afraid my mother-in-law will wake up and suspect something when she sees I'm not home."

"Okay, go back quickly, be careful on the road."

Yang Shuisheng also got up and helped her tidy up her messy hair.

Liu Yulan finished dressing, walked to the door, then turned back and looked at Yang Shuisheng with lingering reluctance. She walked back and gently kissed him on the lips, her voice soft: "I'm leaving now. See you at the Yu family's graduation banquet tomorrow."

"Okay, see you tomorrow." Yang Shuisheng nodded.

After seeing Liu Yulan off, Yang Shuisheng still couldn't fall asleep.

Feeling the five abundant wisps of energy within his dantian, he opened the needle box and took out silver needles.

He focused his mind and calmed his breath, mobilizing his qi.

Six silver needles floated up from the needle case, swaying gently.

At first it was a little unsteady, but soon, under his mental control, it moved nimbly through the small room like a butterfly flitting among flowers, and could even make simple crisscrossing and circling movements.

The number of missiles that can be controlled has doubled from three to six! And it's more stable and flexible!

He then tried to manipulate the machete in the corner.

This time, the heavy wood-chopping knife trembled slightly. Although it failed to fly, it was significantly stronger than before when it remained motionless. At least it could be shaken by his aura.

With his strength greatly improved, Yang Shuisheng was invigorated.

If he continues cultivating at this pace, he might be able to condense ten strands of Qi into one in less than a week.

At that time, our strength will experience another qualitative leap.

One step closer to cultivating true Qi!

After the initial excitement, fatigue finally set in.

Yang Shuisheng lay back on the bed and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

He got up very early the next morning, just as dawn was breaking.

He quickly washed up, then picked up his hoe and headed towards the small bamboo grove at the west end of the village.

The morning mist had not yet dissipated, and the bamboo forest was quiet except for the clear chirping of birds.

Yang Shuisheng spotted a figure squatting by the bamboo grove from afar. The person was hunched over, taking intermittent puffs of smoke.

"Ma San!" Yang Shuisheng cleared his throat and shouted.

Ma San, who was squatting down, shuddered in fright and dropped his cigarette.

"Oh! Brother Yang, you're here!"

He quickly stood up, his face instantly plastered with a fawning smile, and he jogged over, bowing and scraping, "Good morning, Brother Yang! I have some cigarettes here, would you like one?"

He hurriedly pulled a pack of Daqianmen cigarettes from his pocket, handed it to Yang Shuisheng with both hands, and addressed him as "Brother Yang" with utmost respect.