The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

"Aunt Feng? What brings you here?" Yang Shuisheng stepped forward and asked.

"Shuisheng, where did you go?"

Zhou Caifeng turned around upon hearing the voice and saw Yang Shuisheng. A slightly reproachful smile immediately bloomed on her face as she swayed over, saying, "I knocked on the door for ages and no one answered. I thought you weren't home."

"I just finished a banquet, and I'm so full. I'm just taking a stroll to digest," Yang Shuisheng replied casually, his gaze unconsciously sweeping over her chest.

"Oh, I see." Zhou Caifeng didn't suspect anything. She glanced at the dilapidated house behind Yang Shuisheng, a hesitant expression on her face. "Shuisheng, Auntie has something to tell you. Shall we go inside?"

"Alright, let's go inside and talk."

Yang Shuisheng glanced at her and nodded, then opened the door and stepped aside to let Zhou Caifeng go in first.

As soon as Zhou Caifeng stepped into the house, before she could even see clearly, she smelled a faint scent of new wood and paint.

When her eyes adjusted to the dim light and she could see the scene clearly, she was stunned, her mouth agape, speechless for a long time.

The once empty and dilapidated house was now filled with brand-new furniture.

A sturdy eight-immortal table, four carved chairs, a brand-new wardrobe with a mirror, and a wooden frame bed that looks thick and comfortable.

Although the house was still the same dilapidated house with peeling paint and a potholed floor, the placement of these shiny new pieces of furniture completely changed the feel of the place.

Although they don't match, their air of nobility is undeniable.

"My God...this...this really is all..." Zhou Caifeng covered her mouth, circled the furniture, touched the smooth tabletops and sturdy bed frames, her eyes filled with shock and envy. "Wang Kun really gave you so much new furniture? Are all those gossipy women telling the truth?"

"Yes, Mr. Wang is too kind. He insisted on giving us a gift, and I couldn't refuse." Yang Shuisheng said calmly. He walked to the octagonal table, pulled out a chair, sat down, and looked at Zhou Caifeng, who was still in shock. "Aunt Feng, you just said you had something to tell me?"

Zhou Caifeng finally snapped out of her shock at the sight of all the new furniture in the room. She quickly walked over to the chair next to Yang Shuisheng and sat down, unconsciously leaning closer to him, bringing with her a rich scent of face cream.

"Shuisheng, that's how it is."

She put on that mysterious and ingratiating smile again and said in a low voice, "Zhao Youcai sent me."

"Zhao Youcai?" Yang Shuisheng raised an eyebrow. "What did he send you here for?"

"Him... he wants to invite you to dinner!" Zhou Caifeng curled her lips, her tone filled with disdain for Zhao Youcai and a hint of schadenfreude. "He himself can't bring himself to do it. He feels it's too undignified to invite you to dinner after making fun of you while he was making fun of you. So he asked me to be the go-between."

"Hmph, what a coward!"

As she spoke, she looked at Yang Shuisheng, her eyes sparkling with admiration and a hint of smugness: "Shuisheng, you were right. Within a week, that old bastard Zhao Youcai will be able to invite you to dinner openly and legitimately."

"So it came true? You're really something!"

Yang Shuisheng neither confirmed nor denied Zhou Caifeng's flattery, but simply asked, "Did he say why he invited me to dinner?"

"What else could it be?" Zhou Caifeng scoffed. "It must be because this afternoon, you heard that Wang Kun sent you so much furniture and even said in public that you were his brother. You must have been scared out of your wits."

"I'm afraid you'll hold a grudge against him for all the bad things he did to you before, so I'm planning to host a dinner party to get closer to you, apologize, and let bygones be bygones."

"Do you think I don't know what he's thinking?"

Yang Shuisheng nodded; this was pretty much what he had guessed.

Zhao Youcai is now scared.

"When exactly?"

"He asked if you were free tomorrow at noon?" Zhou Caifeng said.

"Tomorrow at noon?" Yang Shuisheng thought for a moment, then shook his head. "Noon is probably not an option. I have to go to town tomorrow to take care of some things, which will likely take up some time. Evening is fine though."

"Okay! Let's set it for tonight!" Zhou Caifeng slapped her thigh, her smile widening with a hint of ambiguity. "Then Auntie will prepare a few more good dishes tonight to treat you well, I guarantee you'll eat your fill."

"Okay, then I'll look forward to it." Yang Shuisheng nodded. He had to admit that Zhou Caifeng's cooking skills were quite good.

Having finished discussing the important matters, Zhou Caifeng should have left by now.

But instead of leaving, she stood up, walked to the door, and with a "click," bolted the door shut from the inside.

Then she turned around, the serious expression on her face vanished instantly, and she swayed her waist as she walked step by step in front of Yang Shuisheng. Before Yang Shuisheng could react, she suddenly went limp and sat sideways on Yang Shuisheng's lap.

The warm, soft flesh instantly enveloped him.

Zhou Caifeng was wearing thin pants today, and Yang Shuisheng could clearly feel the fullness and softness of her buttocks and the warmth and firmness of her thighs, which were pressed tightly against his legs.

The rich fragrance emanating from her body and the warmth of a mature woman were transmitted through her thin clothing.

"Shuisheng, now that we've finished talking about business, let's talk about something else."

She naturally wrapped her arms around Yang Shuisheng's neck, tilted her head back, her breath sweet and fragrant, her eyes hazy yet filled with naked longing, her voice soft and sticky: "Could you...could you help Auntie take care of her health again?"

"My aunt feels a bit unwell again today, and I feel empty inside."

As she spoke, she deliberately rubbed her hand lightly against Yang Shuisheng's leg, the sensation of which was truly breathtaking.

Yang Shuisheng's body stiffened, and he instinctively wanted to push her away.

It's broad daylight, and we just finished talking about Zhao Youcai treating us to dinner, so I feel a bit awkward.

However, the moment Zhou Caifeng sat on his lap and their bodies came into close contact, the five strands of quietly swirling energy in his dantian spontaneously became active.

Although it was very faint, he could feel it clearly.

That wasn't an active trigger during practice, but rather a natural reaction to external contact!

Is it not just during cultivation that intimate physical contact with a woman with whom one has cultivated deeply, even without activating one's cultivation techniques, can stimulate the internal energy and even subtly benefit one?

If that's the case, then the profound mystery of the "Hehuan Nourishing Qi Technique" probably far exceeds his imagination.

Perhaps prolonged close contact itself is a form of slow and continuous self-cultivation?

This bold guess shocked Yang Shuisheng and also aroused his intense curiosity.

If that's the case, then maintaining a close relationship with Zhou Caifeng might bring more benefits than simply increasing the number of times one can perform exercises.

Thinking of this, his desire to refuse faded.

Looking at Zhou Caifeng, who was in his arms with seductive eyes and taking the initiative to make advances, he reached out and wrapped his arms around her plump and soft waist, pressing her even closer to him.

"Alright, Aunt Feng." Yang Shuisheng lowered his head, leaned close to her ear, and said in a low, hoarse voice, "Since you feel uncomfortable, I'll help you take better care of yourself."

Outside, the sky was gradually darkening, and twilight was settling in.

Inside, the new furniture exuded a faint woody fragrance, and the air was filled with a warm and inviting atmosphere.