The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

When Yang Shuisheng publicly pressured him to repay the 1,000 yuan gambling debt, Wang Youfu's face turned green.

But looking at Wang Kun beside him with an unfriendly gaze, he knew that he was doomed today. If he continued to cause trouble, it would probably be more than just losing money.

"Water... aquatic brothers."

He forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, quickly scrambled to his feet, and waved his hands repeatedly at Yang Shuisheng, saying, "Look at you, I was just joking with you."

"We're from the same village, it was just a joke, why take it so seriously?"

"The bet was just a joke, a joke..."

"A joke?" Yang Shuisheng raised an eyebrow and said sarcastically, "When you were accusing me of stealing your money and threatening to break my hands and kick me out of the village, it didn't sound like a joke at all."

"The villagers all heard it and bore witness to it."

"What, now that things aren't going your way, you're trying to renege on your promise?"

He turned to the villagers who had gathered around and raised his voice: "Uncles and aunts, did you all hear what Wang Youfu just said?"

"He made the bet in front of everyone, and now that he's lost, he's trying to renege on it with a single sentence?"

"When has our Peach Blossom Village ever produced such a cowardly person who talks like a fart and refuses to admit defeat?"

"Exactly! Wang Youfu, where did your arrogance go?"

"You said it yourself when we made the bet: if you lose, you'll pay back a thousand! Now you're trying to renege?"

"Do you think so many of us are blind and deaf?"

"If you lose, you have to admit it! Pay up quickly!"

Because of Wang Kun's appearance, the villagers, seeing which way the wind was blowing, all sided with Yang Shuisheng, practically drowning him in their spittle.

Wang Youfu's face flushed red and then turned pale as he stole a glance at Wang Kun.

Wang Kun stood there with his arms crossed, looking at him coldly. The chill in his eyes made him shiver.

He knew that if he didn't hand over the money today, he probably wouldn't be able to get past Brother Kun, and he wouldn't be able to live with anyone in the village anymore.

"I...I'll pay! I'll pay, okay?!" Wang Youfu practically shouted, his voice filled with heartache and resentment.

With trembling hands, he pulled a thick wad of cash from his inner pocket, gritted his teeth, counted out ten bills, his fingers shaking, and reluctantly handed them to Yang Shuisheng.

Thanks.

Yang Shuisheng didn't stand on ceremony, took it, weighed it in his hand, and said indifferently, "Consider this a lesson learned. Watch your mouth from now on and don't have any crooked thoughts."

Wang Youfu kept his head down, not daring to utter a single word, feeling his face burning and his heart bleeding.

One thousand yuan!

He lost two months' wages and made a huge fool of himself.

Looking at her husband's state, Bai Qinglian felt no sympathy whatsoever. Instead, she thought he deserved it and had no choice but to suffer the consequences.

"Shuisheng, I'm so sorry for causing you trouble." She walked up to Yang Shuisheng with an apologetic look on her face. "I will definitely talk to him properly when I get back."

After saying that, she didn't even look at Wang Youfu, and turned to leave.

Seeing this, Wang Youfu quickly followed, looking rather disheveled. The two of them disappeared around the corner of the village road, their backs looking utterly pathetic.

"What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and move all the furniture inside for Brother Yang."

After watching the excitement, Wang Kun waved to his men, "Be careful, don't break anything!"

"Okay, Kun-ge!"

Seven or eight strong men immediately responded and began to quickly unload the brand-new furniture—tables, chairs, cabinets, and beds—from the tractor, carrying them one by one into Yang Shuisheng's dilapidated house.

The dilapidated house was instantly filled with these shiny new furniture pieces, making it seem somewhat crowded, but also giving it a fresh new look. It was out of place yet exuded a strange sense of wealth.

The surrounding villagers stared in disbelief, their faces filled with envy and jealousy.

These pieces of furniture don't look cheap at all. Kun is really too good to Yang Shuisheng.

"Boss Wang, this is...too much of a waste."

Looking at the busy crowd and then at Wang Kun's smiling face, Yang Shuisheng said with some helplessness, "I really don't need any of this."

"What do you mean by spending money? You saved my father, so you are my benefactor, Wang Kun."

"A few pieces of furniture are nothing," Wang Kun waved his hand dismissively, brooking no refusal. "But your house is a bit old. In a while, I'll have someone renovate it for you, and I guarantee you'll be very comfortable!"

"Thank you very much, Boss Wang."

Yang Shuisheng knew he couldn't refuse, and besides, he really needed to improve his living conditions, so he stopped being coy and nodded: "I don't have much to offer you at home, how about I treat you to a meal when we go to town later?"

"Eat?" Wang Kun quickly waved his hand, a sincere smile on his face. "Brother Yang, why are you being so polite with me?"

"You can eat anytime. Isn't Director Yu from your village having a graduation banquet today? Go ahead and do your thing."

"I'll tidy up the furniture for you and then I'll leave. I also have some things to take care of."

"We're brothers, there's plenty of time for us to meet again!"

He was efficient and decisive, and today he was simply delivering furniture and didn't want to cause Yang Shuisheng any trouble.

"Alright, then I won't stand on ceremony with you."

Seeing his resolute attitude, Yang Shuisheng did not press the matter further and thanked him again, saying, "Thank you so much for today."

"We're brothers, no need for formalities!" Wang Kun patted Yang Shuisheng on the shoulder and urged his men to speed up.

Soon, the furniture was moved in and arranged neatly.

Wang Kun gave Yang Shuisheng a few more instructions, telling him to come to town to find him if he ever needed anything, and then he and his people and car rumbled away from Taohua'ao.

"Shuisheng, how did you and Brother Kun meet?"

However, the villagers who had come to watch the spectacle hadn't dispersed yet. Only after Wang Kun's car had driven far away did a few villagers gather around, their faces filled with curiosity and fawning smiles, asking, "Why is he so nice to you? Not only did he give you money, but he also gave you so much new furniture?"

"Oh, a couple of days ago in town, Mr. Wang's father suddenly fell ill and almost died."

Seeing the fawning looks on their faces, Yang Shuisheng didn't bother to hide anything and told the truth: "I happen to know a little about acupuncture, so I helped by inserting a few needles and saved the person."

"I didn't expect Boss Wang to be such a loyal and kind person, remembering this favor."

So that's how it is!

Everyone suddenly understood, their doubts were resolved, and their gazes towards Yang Shuisheng immediately changed.

They saved Brother Kun's father's life; that's an immense favor!

No wonder Brother Kun was so polite to him and even called him brother.

This Yang Shuisheng is something else!

From now on, in Peach Blossom Valley, probably no one will dare to provoke him easily, and they might even have to curry favor with him.

"Wow! Shuisheng, you've got this skill too! That's amazing!"

"Saving a life is a great act of kindness; it's what we should do, it's what we should do."

"If anything happens in the future, just tell your uncle."

Everyone showered him with compliments, their tone many times warmer than before.

Yang Shuisheng gave a perfunctory reply, then looked at the sky and said, "Uncles and elders, I have to go to Director Yu's house for a banquet, so I'll have to keep chatting with you all for now."

"Yes, yes, go quickly, don't delay the important business." The villagers quickly made way for them, their attitude respectful.

Yang Shuisheng nodded, then turned and walked towards Yu Jian's house.

Behind them, however, were the villagers' envious and awe-inspiring gazes.