The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

When Yang Shuisheng arrived at Yu Jian's house, he was completely stunned.

Wow, this is really lively!

The courtyard was filled with borrowed round tables and square stools, packed full of adults and children, men and women, some eating melon seeds, some chatting, some helping to serve dishes and pass bowls, creating a noisy scene.

The air was filled with the aroma of meat, vegetables, and cheap cigarettes.

A large red "囍" (double happiness) character was pasted on the gate of the college, and a banner was hung next to it that read "Warmly celebrate Yu Qianwei's success in the college entrance examination."

As soon as Yang Shuisheng entered the courtyard, he attracted a lot of attention.

"Oh, Yang Shuisheng is here too?"

When the villagers who knew him saw him, they all showed a bit of surprise and then whispered among themselves.

"Coming to freeload again?"

"Of course! He's always there for every family in the village that has an event. He's shameless!"

"That's all the idiot can do. I heard he went to Zhao Youcai's house for a free meal a few days ago, but he got kicked out."

"Director Yu is kind-hearted; he even hired someone like this..."

These words drifted into Yang Shuisheng's ears, but his face remained expressionless, as if he hadn't heard them.

As for the matter of forcibly taking his things, since Yu Qianwei apologized last night and her attitude was good, he doesn't plan to bring it up today.

However, some people couldn't stand it anymore.

"Hey, hey, hey! Can't you guys watch your mouths?"

Zhou Caifeng, who had come to help early in the morning, happened to be passing by with a stack of bowls when she heard the gossip. She raised her eyebrows, put the bowls on the table next to her, put her hands on her hips, and started to speak, her voice crisp and bright.

"It's a joyous occasion that Director Yu's daughter got into university, so everyone came to the banquet to celebrate and make it a lively and festive occasion."

"One more person just means one more pair of chopsticks and one more bowl, is it really necessary to say such things about Shui Sheng?"

"Everyone has their difficult times. You're all so high and mighty!"

What she said made sense, and it also had a sharp edge. Plus, she was the village chief's wife, so the gossiping villagers immediately stopped talking loudly.

"Alright, alright, let's all keep quiet."

At this moment, Yu Jian, who was greeting guests, also looked over upon hearing the noise.

When he saw Yang Shuisheng, his brows furrowed slightly, but remembering his daughter's reminder from the previous night, he cleared his throat and said loudly to the crowd, "Shuisheng is a guest I invited. He is a fellow villager from Taohua'ao. Getting into university is an honor for the whole village. Everyone come and share in the joy."

"Shuisheng, now that you're here, find a place to sit. No need to bring gifts. Just come and make it lively."

His words seemed magnanimous, but in reality, he still placed Yang Shuisheng in the position of being given charity and freeloading meals.

"Director Yu, thank you for your kindness."

Yang Shuisheng shook his head after hearing this.

"I will definitely eat, but I will still give a gift as a gift."

"Qianwei and I have known each other since childhood. It's a good thing that she got into university. This gift money is a small token of my appreciation."

His words caused a moment of silence in the courtyard, which was then followed by an even louder burst of laughter and discussion.

"Hahaha! What did he say? He wants to give a gift?"

"My God, has the sun risen in the west? Yang the Fool is going to give a gift?"

"What could he have inherited? Was it scraps he picked up or stolen eggs?"

Zhao Youcai, who had been sitting near the main table with a sullen face, chuckled and put down his teacup. His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for everyone around to hear: "Yang Shuisheng, what are you acting all high and mighty for?"

"Everyone knows you're struggling to make ends meet, and lately you've been eating my food."

"You're the one who gives a gift?"

"How many coins do you have in your pocket?"

"Could it be that he picked up a few coins on the street and wanted to show them off?"

His words drew another burst of laughter from those around him.

"Alright, alright, Shui Sheng."

Yu Qianwei's mother, Zhang Qiuju, also pursed her lips, waved her hand impatiently, and said in Yang Shuisheng's direction, "Old Yu said you don't need to give a gift, so stop standing there."

"Just find a corner to sit down and wait for the meal to start. Don't do all this pretentious stuff and make a scene. It's embarrassing."

Yu Qianwei stood next to her mother, wearing a brand new floral dress, looking even prettier than usual.

But at this moment, she looked at Yang Shuisheng, who was being ridiculed by everyone, with a complicated expression in her eyes.

She secretly went to apologize last night, genuinely wanting to make amends, but she didn't expect her parents and villagers to still have this attitude.

Yang Shuisheng ignored the jeers and mockery around him.

He said no more and walked straight to the table in the corner of the courtyard, which had been temporarily set up and covered with a red cloth.

Behind the table sat a respected old gentleman from the village who could write calligraphy, slowly taking notes on the gifts.

"Shuisheng, you've come to give a gift too?"

Seeing Yang Shuisheng approach, the old gentleman recognized him. He stroked his gray beard, a hint of good-natured teasing on his face, and asked with a smile, "How much are you planning to give? Two cents or five cents? I'll write it down for you; it's all a token of my appreciation."

In his opinion, it was already quite good that Yang Shuisheng could come up with a few cents.

Most people in the courtyard were watching Yang Shuisheng, waiting to see him make a fool of himself.

Zhao Youcai's sneer deepened.

Yu Jian frowned, feeling that Yang Shuisheng had brought shame upon himself.

Zhang Qiuju rolled her eyes.

Only Zhou Caifeng crossed her arms and glared at those who were mocking her with a frown.

Yang Shuisheng stood in front of the gift register table and calmly took out a brand new dark green 100-yuan bill.

"Smack."

He slapped the 100-yuan note onto the table covered with a red cloth.

"Sir, please write this down: Yang Shuisheng."

The noisy courtyard instantly fell into a deathly silence.

All the laughter, chatter, and mockery came to an abrupt halt.

Zhao Youcai's mocking smile froze completely, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

Zhang Qiuju opened her mouth wide enough to fit an egg.

Yu Jian dropped the cigarette in his hand to the ground without even noticing.

The villagers who had been watching the commotion were frozen in place, their expressions fixed on their faces, their eyes fixed on the hundred-yuan bill, then on the calm-faced Yang Shuisheng, their minds buzzing.

One hundred dollars?

Yang Shuisheng gave a gift of one hundred yuan?

Are you kidding me!

So far, the largest gift recorded in the gift register was from a relative in town, which was only fifty yuan, yet it still made many people envious and amazed.

This hundred dollars is the largest gift ever given.

Moreover, it was created by Yang Shuisheng, this former idiot and professional freeloader?

Even the old gentleman behind the table trembled slightly as he held the brush, almost spilling ink onto the red cloth.

He looked at the money, then at Yang Shuisheng, and stammered, "Shui...Shuisheng, are you...are you sure? One hundred?"

"Confirmed." Yang Shuisheng nodded. "Thank you for your help."

After a moment of silence, the entire courtyard erupted in chaos.

"My God! One hundred dollars! It really is one hundred dollars!"

"Where did Yang Shuisheng get so much money?"

"This...this is way too extravagant!"

"Who just said they were here to freeload? Don't you feel ashamed?"

"Zhao Youcai even said that the other person picked up a few cents, haha, now he's been proven wrong."

The crowd's gaze instantly shifted from disdain and mockery to shock and disbelief, and their eyes completely changed as they looked at Yang Shuisheng.

Yu Qianwei was also stunned. She looked at the hundred-yuan bill on the table, then at Yang Shuisheng's calm profile, and her heart was filled with turmoil.

Not only did he not mention that his things had been taken, but he also gave such a generous gift.

Is it because of my apology last night?

Or has he really changed?

A complex emotion, difficult to describe, spread through her heart.

Zhou Caifeng was taken aback at first, then her face lit up with a smile. She glanced triumphantly at those who had just made sarcastic remarks, especially Zhao Youcai, whose face was ashen. She felt extremely pleased.

It's as if it's saying, "See? My Shuisheng is capable enough to make you all look down on me!"

Yu Jian and Zhang Qiuju's faces were a mixture of red and blue, as if a paint shop had been overturned.

They never expected that Yang Shuisheng would actually take out one hundred yuan.

The gift was so generous that it made their previous sarcastic remarks seem utterly ridiculous and petty.

Yu Jian even felt his face burning.

The old gentleman composed himself, took a deep breath, picked up his brush, and neatly wrote a line of characters on the red-and-gold-flecked gift book.

Then, following the procedure, inform the host of the person who gave the gift and the specific amount.

"Yang Shuisheng from Taohua'ao, betrothal gift: 100 yuan!"