The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

After a thorough treatment, Zhou Caifeng lay limply on Yang Shuisheng's newly changed bed, her body covered in fragrant sweat, letting out a satisfied sigh.

She felt the pent-up emotions in her body completely dissipate, and every pore on her body felt comfortable, with a tingling sensation in her bones, even more comfortable than soaking in a hot spring.

This feeling of being thoroughly cleansed and nourished made her crave more, deepening her dependence on and infatuation with Yang Shuisheng.

"Shuisheng, you are truly my savior." She turned her head and looked at Yang Shuisheng, who was getting dressed, with eyes full of affection. Her voice was soft and husky. "Every time you take care of me, I feel like I can live for another ten years."

Yang Shuisheng buttoned up his shirt, feeling the warmth in his dantian that had noticeably grown stronger, and he knew what was going on.

"Alright, Aunt Feng."

He patted Zhou Caifeng's bare shoulder: "Hurry up and get dressed and go back. If you stay out too long, Zhao Youcai will start to get suspicious."

Although Zhou Caifeng was extremely reluctant, she knew what was important.

She got up slowly, dressing as she glanced at Yang Shuisheng, saying, "So you've made a promise, come for dinner tomorrow night. Auntie will be waiting for you."

"Okay, I understand," Yang Shuisheng replied.

After seeing off the charming and alluring Zhou Caifeng, who kept turning back to look at him, Yang Shuisheng locked the door, immediately sat cross-legged on the new bed, and calmed his mind.

This examination filled him with immense joy!

Within his dantian, the original five strands of qi had now become eight!

Three more strands were added!

It slowly merged and rotated with the other five strands of energy, emitting a warm power that was much stronger than before.

Eight strands!

They're only two strands away from condensing into one!

This cultivation speed is even faster than he expected.

It seems my guess was right; in-depth cultivation with women of a specific physique yields remarkable results.

Moreover, it seems that the effects are increasing with the number of practice sessions and the improvement of teamwork.

Zhou Caifeng's primordial yin energy seemed to be more effective and nourishing than the previous two times.

Suppressing his excitement, Yang Shuisheng tried to activate his Qi to control the heavy wood-chopping knife in the corner.

The eight strands of energy converged, their power much stronger than before. The woodcutter's knife trembled slightly and was even lifted more than an inch high, but it quickly fell back down with a "clang," still unable to be as flexible and free as when controlling silver needles.

"It seems that simply increasing the number of Qi sensations has limited effect on controlling heavy objects," Yang Shuisheng mused. "I'm afraid we'll really have to wait until ten strands of Qi condense into one, undergoing a qualitative change, before we can easily control something of this weight."

He rested for a while, then looked out the window and saw that it was completely dark outside. He figured the movie at the threshing ground should be starting soon, so he got up and went out, strolling towards the threshing ground at the east end of the village.

The threshing ground was already packed with people, a sea of ​​black.

A white screen hung between two trees, the projector hummed, and a bright beam of light shone out, playing the old movie "Landmine Warfare".

Adults and children alike watched with great interest, cheering and discussing it endlessly.

Yang Shuisheng's appearance immediately caused a small commotion.

Many villagers recognized him, and their expressions instantly became complicated.

"Hey, Shui Sheng's here! Quick, there's a seat here!"

"Shuisheng, want some sunflower seeds? They're freshly roasted, smell delicious!"

"Shuisheng, sit here with me. I have a better view from here."

"Hey Shui Sheng, wanna smoke?"

Wherever he went, people greeted him warmly, offering him sunflower seeds and peanuts, giving him a seat, and their faces were full of fawning smiles.

This is completely different from the previous attitude of disdain and ridicule.

Yang Shuisheng knew very well that these people were not targeting him, but rather his backer, Brother Kun, and the wealth and power he had displayed that afternoon.

"No need, thank you."

"Please have a seat, I'll just look around."

He didn't want to associate too much with these sycophants, so he walked to an inconspicuous corner on the outskirts of the crowd, where there was a stone roller about half a person's height. He planned to sit there and watch.

Ever since he started practicing the Hehuan Nourishing Qi Technique, his eyesight has been much better than that of ordinary people.

"Oh, Shuisheng! You've finally arrived."

But before he could even reach the stone roller, Yu Jian quickly stood up from the best spot in front, his face beaming with an even warmer smile than in the afternoon, and strode over.

"Come on, sit in the front!"

"You can see clearly from the center of the first row. I've saved you a seat."

Yu Jian reached out to pull him.

Yang Shuisheng stepped aside, his tone indifferent: "Director Yu, there's no need to trouble yourself."

"I'll sit in the back; it'll be quiet."

"How can that be?"

Yu Jian's smile froze for a moment, a little embarrassed, but he still wouldn't give up: "You're a distinguished guest, how can you sit in the back?"

"Come on in, don't be shy..."

"I said, no need."

Yang Shuisheng's voice grew even colder.

"Alright, I'll head over now."

Seeing his resolute attitude, Yu Jian dared not press the matter, so he could only smile awkwardly and turn back.

But he was clearly not giving up. After sitting down, he gave his daughter, Yu Qianwei, who was sitting next to him, a wink and whispered a few words.

A moment later, Yu Qianwei returned with an enamel plate containing roasted peanuts, pumpkin seeds, and a few rare pieces of fruit candy. With a hint of reluctance on her face, she slowly made her way to the stone roller where Yang Shuisheng was sitting.

"Yang... Yang Shuisheng," Yu Qianwei called softly, handing him the plate. "Here's some food for you."

Yang Shuisheng glanced at her but didn't answer.

Yu Qianwei bit her lip, sat down on the empty space next to him, and placed the plate on the ground between the two of them.

She hesitated for a moment, then followed her father's instructions and tentatively asked, her voice very low: "Um... Yang Shuisheng, how did you meet that Brother Kun in town?"

Why is he so good to you?

Yang Shuisheng was watching a movie where militiamen were planting landmines. Without turning his head, he said coldly, "It's none of your business. I don't want to talk about it."

Yu Qianwei was taken aback and felt a little embarrassed, but remembering her father's instructions and that her family was in the wrong, she could only suppress her anger and continue to say in a low voice, "I'm just curious. Tell me, and I promise I won't tell anyone else."

"And my parents remembered the hundred yuan you gave as a gift today, saying that in the future..."

"Shut up." Yang Shuisheng interrupted her, finally turning his head to look at her with a calm but slightly impatient gaze. "I'm watching a movie. You either watch it quietly or walk away. Don't ask useless questions."

"You..." Yu Qianwei blushed with anger, wanting to explode, but when she thought about how she had taken something from him and how he still had leverage over her, she forced herself to hold back. She could only pout aggrievedly and mutter softly, "Tch, fine, don't tell me then, what's with the attitude..."

She sat there, unsure whether to leave or stay, feeling completely uncomfortable.

I couldn't concentrate on the movie; my eyes kept glancing at Yang Shuisheng's calm profile, and I felt a mix of emotions.

After a while, Yang Shuisheng suddenly reached out, grabbed a handful of roasted peanuts from the plate on the ground, and started peeling and eating them by himself, while also putting a piece of fruit candy in his mouth.

Yu Qianwei was even more furious at his matter-of-fact attitude; she had specially brought it over.

But seeing him eating so heartily, she didn't dare say anything and could only turn her head away and sulk.

Just as Yu Qianwei was getting restless and preparing to get up and leave, another figure walked over—it was Bai Qinglian.

She glanced at Yu Qianwei, who was sitting next to Yang Shuisheng and looked unwell, hesitated for a moment, and then sat down on the open ground a little distance away from Yang Shuisheng.

"Sister Bai, you're here too." Yang Shuisheng turned to greet her, and casually pushed the plate towards her. "Have some melon seeds."

"Yeah, let's watch a movie."

Bai Qinglian responded softly, but did not touch the melon seeds.

On a whim, Yang Shuisheng whispered to Bai Qinglian, "Aren't you afraid Wang Youfu will get jealous if he finds out you're just sitting next to me like this?"

"Him? He still has the nerve to show his face?" Bai Qinglian scoffed. "He's hiding at home drinking his sorrows away right now."

A bitter smile appeared on Bai Qinglian's face.

"He came back in the afternoon, locked himself in his room, drank bottle after bottle, and cursed and swore. He would get angry with anyone who tried to persuade him."

She had long since given up hope on Wang Youfu, with only a sliver of expectation remaining that he would take her to the city to work.

Yang Shuisheng didn't respond to that, but instead took a piece of fruit candy from the plate and stuffed it into Bai Qinglian's hand: "Eat some candy, it's sweet."

Bai Qinglian looked at the fruit candy wrapped in a simple candy wrapper in her hand, and felt a warmth in her heart. She carefully unwrapped it and put it in her mouth.

The sweet taste melted on the tip of my tongue, temporarily easing the bitterness in my heart.

Not far away, Yu Qianwei watched Yang Shuisheng's noticeably gentler attitude towards Bai Qinglian, even offering her candy. Compared to his cold words to her earlier, she felt even worse, both angry and aggrieved, yet helpless. She could only return to her seat in front of her, out of sight, out of mind.

The two watched the movie quietly for a while. The climax was on the screen, with landmines exploding and throwing the Japanese soldiers to their deaths.

Bai Qinglian suddenly leaned closer to Yang Shuisheng and said in a very low voice, "Shuisheng, Youfu said he will take me to the county town the day after tomorrow."

Yang Shuisheng paused slightly as he peeled peanuts, then turned to look at her.

"The day after tomorrow? So soon?"

"Hmm." Bai Qinglian nodded, her voice even lower. "He said the construction site was pressing him hard, so he only took these few days off."

Yang Shuisheng paused for a moment.

"Okay, then be careful on your journey, and keep things in mind when you get there."

"Make sure you hide the money I gave you very well."

"I know."

Bai Qinglian responded, her fingers unconsciously picking at the dirt on the ground.

After hesitating for a few seconds, as if summoning immense courage, she raised her head, looked into Yang Shuisheng's eyes reflecting the movie light, and said in a voice barely audible, "Shuisheng, I'd like to wash my feet at the pond behind the mountain tomorrow night. If you're free, could you come?"