The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

"No problem." Yang Shuisheng nodded, then asked, "What time?"

"After one o'clock at night, I think." Bai Qinglian lowered her head, her voice even softer, "At that time... everyone is asleep, and it's quiet by the pool."

After 1 a.m.?

Yang Shuisheng's heart stirred slightly.

At this point in time, it's not just about washing your feet.

He turned his head and, using the light and shadow reflected from the movie screen, carefully examined Bai Qinglian.

She kept her head down, but the lines of her neck were taut, and her profile was flushed with an unnatural blush.

Yang Shuisheng immediately understood.

He didn't ask any more questions, but casually moved his right hand, which was on his knee, over and gently placed it on Bai Qinglian's thighs, which were pressed together.

The fabric of the pants is thin, but you can clearly feel the warmth and tightness of the skin underneath.

Bai Qinglian's body trembled violently, as if she had been electrocuted; she froze completely, her breath caught in her throat.

But she didn't dodge or push away Yang Shuisheng's hand; she just lowered her head even further, almost burying it in her chest.

This silent acquiescence instantly transformed Yang Shuisheng's initial hesitation into certainty, and ignited a fire within him.

He applied slight pressure with his hand, his palm pressed against that warm, firm thigh, and began to slowly explore upwards.

Through the thin fabric of her pants, he could feel the smooth, supple skin of her thighs, and the muscles trembling slightly with nervousness.

Everyone around was captivated by the tense and exciting landmine warfare scenes in the movie, holding their breath and staring wide-eyed, with no one paying any attention to the subtle movements in this dark corner.

The boisterous cheers and chatter perfectly masked the growing intimacy and subtle breathing between the two.

Yang Shuisheng's hands became increasingly bold, gradually moving from the outside of the thigh to the inside, closer to the root of the leg.

The fabric there was slightly damp, and Bai Qinglian's body trembled even more violently. She bit her lip tightly to keep herself from making a sound, but her body involuntarily leaned slightly towards Yang Shuisheng, almost leaning against him.

Yang Shuisheng had taken full advantage of the situation, feeling the amazing elasticity and heat under his hand, as well as Bai Qinglian's suppressed slight trembling and gradually disordered breathing, and his heart felt like it was on fire.

Just as his hand was about to touch the most sensitive area.

Bai Qinglian suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist tightly!

"Shuisheng...no..."

Her fingers were icy cold, yet she had used all her strength.

She looked up, and Yang Shuisheng saw that her eyes were glistening with tears, her cheeks were flushed crimson, and she said in a shy voice, "I...I have something to do, I'll go first!"

After saying that, she abruptly shook off Yang Shuisheng's hand, stood up in a panic, and without even bothering to brush the dust off her pants, she lowered her head and rushed out of the crowd as if fleeing, quickly disappearing into the darkness at the edge of the threshing ground.

Yang Shuisheng watched her flee in panic, then looked down at his own hand that had just committed the crime. His palm seemed to still retain the amazingly soft and supple feel and the slight dampness.

His gaze swept over the ground where Bai Qinglian had just sat. In the dim light, he could vaguely see a small patch of dampness on the edge of the stone roller, slightly darker than the surrounding area.

His heart warmed, and he was filled with anticipation for the rendezvous at the pond behind the mountain the following night.

Soon, the first "Landmine Warfare" scene ended in a climax as the Japanese soldiers were blown to pieces and the militia celebrated their victory.

The villagers, still wanting more, exclaimed how exciting it was and eagerly awaited the next round.

Yu Jian stood up again and announced loudly, "Everyone, quiet down! The next show is 'Railway Guerrillas,' which is just as exciting! Everyone, please sit down, we're about to begin."

Yang Shuisheng looked at the crowd and wondered if he should change his position, perhaps by moving to Liu Yulan's side.

He seemed to have caught a glimpse of Liu Yulan, who was sitting on the other side.

Before he could even get up, a figure carrying a faint scent of soap and a hint of milk quietly sat down in the empty seat next to him.

Yang Shuisheng turned his head to look.

The visitor was another young woman from the village, Guo Cuihong.

She is about twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old this year. Unlike Liu Yulan and Bai Qinglian, Guo Cuihong is one of the few women in the village who, even after having children and working hard all year round, still maintains a beautiful appearance and a slender figure.

Her skin was a healthy wheat color, and her features were delicate, especially her eyes, which were large and bright, and at this moment, under the movie lights, they carried a hint of trepidation and anticipation.

She was wearing a blue cotton jacket, and her hair was simply tied up in a bun at the back of her head, revealing her smooth forehead and slender neck.

The jacket was a little tight, outlining her slender waist and the shapely curves of her chest, which weren't particularly full.

Perhaps because of the stuffy night, the top button was undone, revealing a small section of her delicate collarbone.

Yang Shuisheng wasn't very familiar with her; they had no grudges against each other, but they weren't particularly close either.

All I know is that she married into the family early and had a child at the age of eighteen. Unfortunately, the child was born with congenital deficiencies and had intellectual development problems. At ten years old, the child was still like a four or five-year-old child and could not take care of himself.

"Sister-in-law Cuihong?" Yang Shuisheng was somewhat surprised and greeted her.

Guo Cuihong nodded, forcing a somewhat awkward smile. She leaned slightly towards Yang Shuisheng, lowered her voice, and pleaded, "Brother Shuisheng, I... I heard from the villagers that you saved Kun Ge's father's life in town. Your medical skills are superb. I... I want to ask you for a favor."

"What is it, Sister Cuihong?" Yang Shuisheng asked.

"It's...it's my little treasure."

When Guo Cuihong mentioned her son, her eyes dimmed and her voice choked with emotion.

"His illness...you know, he's been mentally challenged since he was a child."

"I took him to see many doctors and also spent money to see him at the county hospital, but they all said it was congenital and incurable."

"But I just can't give up. I heard you even saved Kun Ge's dad from such a serious illness, so I was wondering if you could spare some time to take a look at Xiao Bao for me?"

"Let's see if there's even the slightest hope left?"

As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes, her hands nervously clenched together, and she looked at Yang Shuisheng with a mixture of expectation and fear of disappointment.

Looking at her anxious expression as a mother, Yang Shuisheng sighed inwardly.

He inherited the medical skills, which are indeed extraordinary, but his current cultivation level is limited, and the medical skills he can use are also very limited.

Congenital intellectual disability is a condition that is present from birth, involving the brain itself, and is much more difficult to treat than ordinary bone and muscle injuries or acute and severe illnesses.

With his current level of cultivation and medical skills, he probably wouldn't be able to be confident.

"Sister-in-law Cuihong, I can see you." Yang Shuisheng didn't say anything definitive, his tone sincere, "But I must first explain that my medical skills are mainly for some acute illnesses, external injuries, and conditioning the body."

"For someone like Xiaobao who was born with this condition, I'm not entirely certain either."

"I can only say I'll try my best, but I really can't guarantee it will be effective."

"It's okay! It's okay!"

Upon hearing this, Guo Cuihong was not disappointed at all. Instead, she seemed to have grasped a lifeline and nodded repeatedly, tears streaming down her face: "Brother Shuisheng, as long as you are willing to take a look, that will be enough."

"Whether it works out or not, thank you anyway!"

"Thank you for giving him a chance!"

She wiped away her tears and asked urgently, "Then...when are you free? Now? Or...?"

Yang Shuisheng glanced at the projectionist who was adjusting the equipment and preparing to show the second film, then looked at the expectant Guo Cuihong and said, "Now is fine too..."

"Won't this interfere with your movie viewing?" Guo Cuihong quickly asked. "How about we wait until the movie is over, then you can come home with me to show Xiaobao? Is that okay?"

Should I go to her house tonight?

Yang Shuisheng frowned.

It's fine if Guo Cuihong's husband is home, but otherwise, it wouldn't look good if a woman with a mentally challenged child came to her door alone at night.

"Sister-in-law Cuihong, is your husband home?"

"Yes, yes."

Guo Cuihong seemed to sense his concern and quickly explained, "Brother Shuisheng, it's alright."

"Even if someone sees us, it doesn't matter. Let's be honest, we just want you to take our child to see a doctor."

Seeing her anxious expression, and with her man there too, it would seem pretentious to refuse again.

Moreover, by examining the child's specific circumstances, we might find other approaches to inheritance.

"Alright then." Yang Shuisheng nodded. "Then I'll go with you to see it after the movie ends."

"Oh! Good! Good! Thank you, Brother Shuisheng, thank you so much!" Guo Cuihong was overjoyed and thanked him repeatedly.

The second performance of "Railway Guerrilla" started quickly, with lively table tennis matches taking place.

Yang Shuisheng, however, was not in the mood to read the medical report. Instead, he was pondering the possible causes and treatment options for congenital intellectual disability.

Guo Cuihong was also distracted, occasionally stealing a glance at Yang Shuisheng, a spark of hope rekindled in her eyes.

The movie finally ended, and the villagers, still savoring the experience, chatted about it before heading home in twos and threes.

Yang Shuisheng and the others had almost all left before they stood up and said to Guo Cuihong, who was waiting to the side, "Let's go, Sister Cuihong."

"Why!"

Guo Cuihong quickly agreed and led the way.

The two walked one after the other, using the dim moonlight, toward Guo Cuihong's house at the other end of the village.

Occasionally, villagers returning home late would encounter Yang Shuisheng and Guo Cuihong walking together, and they would all look surprised, but no one would ask any questions.

Guo Cuihong's family lived in a few ordinary mud-brick houses with a small courtyard.

The courtyard was quiet, with only one room still lit by a faint kerosene lamp.

Guo Cuihong pushed open the half-closed courtyard gate and led Yang Shuisheng inside.

There was no one in the main room, only simple tables and chairs.

"Is Xiaobao asleep?" Yang Shuisheng asked.

"Yes, he was tired from playing this afternoon and went to bed early." Guo Cuihong said, pushing open the door of a room next door and gesturing for Yang Shuisheng to come in. "Brother Shuisheng, come in. The child is in this room."

Yang Shuisheng stepped inside.

The room was simply furnished, with only a wooden bed.

On the bed, a boy who looked to be about ten years old, with the features of a teenager already showing, was curled up sleeping soundly, with a little drool at the corner of his mouth.

This is Xiaobao. Although he looks ten years old, his mental age is like that of a toddler.

Yang Shuisheng was about to walk closer for a closer look when he glanced at the area and sensed something was amiss.

Inside this house... there seem to be only traces of the mother and son's life.

There was only a thin blanket on the bed, and a few old clothes that were obviously belonging to children and women were placed in the corner. There were two bowls and two pairs of chopsticks on the table.

"Sister-in-law Cuihong," Yang Shuisheng couldn't help but ask, "Is your husband not home?"

Guo Cuihong was about to light the lamp when she heard this, she paused, a bitter look on her face, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, Shuisheng, I lied to you. He actually works on a construction site in the city and only comes back for a few days during the Chinese New Year."

"So it's usually just me and Xiaobao at home."