The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

Seeing Guo Cuihong freeze and turn completely red, Yang Shuisheng realized that he had been too blunt. Asking a woman to take off her clothes in front of him was indeed inappropriate.

"Um... Sister Cuihong, maybe we should just forget about it."

He quickly waved his hand, somewhat embarrassed, and said, "Anyway, your arm doesn't hurt much right now, it won't affect anything, so don't..."

"fine!"

Unexpectedly, Guo Cuihong suddenly interrupted him, biting her lip and lowering her head, saying in a low but quick voice, "Take it off... take it off then, it's just a shoulder and arm showing, not all of it."

"I don't feel at ease with this problem persisting."

"You're a doctor, treating illnesses is no problem."

She seemed to be convincing herself, and also giving Yang Shuisheng a way out.

After saying that, without waiting for Yang Shuisheng to speak again, she suddenly turned around and began to unbutton her blue cloth jacket with her back to him.

One, two... The jacket quickly slipped off her body and draped over her arm.

Inside was a clean floral cotton vest, with two thin straps cinching her slender shoulder blades.

The vest was a little tight, which made the curves of her back more clearly visible. Although she wasn't voluptuous, she had a slender waist and smooth, beautiful lines in her shoulders and neck.

Yang Shuisheng's breath hitched slightly; he hadn't expected Guo Cuihong to be so decisive.

That silhouette... does indeed possess a slender beauty befitting a young mother.

Guo Cuihong took a deep breath, then reached behind her back and fumbled to unfasten the clasp on the back of her vest.

The front of the vest loosened slightly, but because of her arms wrapped around it, it didn't completely slip off; it just hung loosely on her chest.

But his entire smooth back, from his neck to his waist, was almost completely exposed to Yang Shuisheng's eyes.

Her shoulder blades protrude slightly, her spinal groove is deep, and her waist is so slender that it can be grasped in one hand.

"Is...is it okay now?"

Guo Cuihong's head was hanging very low, and her ears were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

Yang Shuisheng composed himself and forced himself to focus his attention on her left shoulder.

He stepped forward and stopped half a step behind Guo Cuihong, where he could smell the faint scent of soap and a hint of milk on her.

He reached out and gently pressed his fingers on the area where her left shoulder blade and collarbone met.

It feels slightly cool and smooth on the skin when touched.

Yang Shuisheng calmed himself down, applied slight pressure with his fingertips, and carefully pressed and explored along the direction of the bones and muscles.

His fingers had an exceptionally keen sense of touch, and he quickly located the problem.

Near the glenoid fossa of the scapula, there is a small bone protruding slightly outward, which is obviously misaligned compared to the normal opposite side. The surrounding muscles and tendons are also somewhat stiff and adhered.

"Sister-in-law Cuihong, this is a bit dislocated, and the tendon is twisted."

"I'll straighten it for you. It might hurt a little, but please bear with it."

Yang Shuisheng spoke in a low voice, steadying her shoulder with one hand and pressing his thumb against the dislocated bone with the other.

"Um...I...I can endure it."

Guo Cuihong's body trembled slightly from nervousness and shame.

Without further hesitation, Yang Shuisheng suddenly exerted force in his hands, using the traditional bone-setting techniques to push, press, and rotate sharply.

"Click—"

A slight, crisp sound.

"ah--"

Almost simultaneously, Guo Cuihong let out a short, painful scream.

The voice carried a sense of release, breaking through repression, with a melodious and rising tone at the end, which made Yang Shuisheng's heart tremble and his hands pause.

Guo Cuihong winced in pain, tears streaming down her face, and her body went limp as she tried to fall forward.

"Okay, okay, it's back to normal now."

Yang Shuisheng quickly helped her up, but his hands didn't stop. He immediately used a technique to relax muscles and promote blood circulation, gently and forcefully kneading and massaging around her shoulder, which had just been repositioned, to help disperse the congested meridians.

"Try slowly raising your arms and rotating your shoulders, see if it still feels awkward?"

Guo Cuihong sobbed for a while before tentatively raising her left arm and slowly turning her shoulder, just as Yang Shuisheng had instructed.

"Huh? It really doesn't hurt anymore!"

She was pleasantly surprised and tried it again.

That vague sense of awkwardness and lack of strength seems to have truly disappeared.

It's much smoother to move around now!

"It's really healed! Brother Shuisheng! You're amazing!"

The overwhelming joy overshadowed the pain and shame. She even forgot that she was still disheveled. She turned around abruptly, tears still on her face, but a smile of immense surprise and gratitude bloomed on her lips as she repeatedly thanked Yang Shuisheng: "I don't feel awkward at all anymore, thank you! Thank you so much!"

As she turned around, her movement was so sudden that the floral vest, which was already hanging loosely on her chest, slipped down even further, barely covering her vital parts.

Although there was an old, thin bra barely covering her, her breathtakingly full figure and deep cleavage were still clearly visible under the dim light.

It was the fullness of someone who had nurtured children; though not as perky as a young girl's, it possessed the fullness and roundness unique to mature women. Under the constraints of a simple bra, it exuded a breathtaking sensuality and allure.

Yang Shuisheng's gaze was instantly fixed on it, his breath caught in his throat, and his mind went blank for a moment, leaving only one thought: This...this scale...when Xiaobao was a child, the food rations were truly plentiful...

Guo Cuihong looked down following his gaze and instantly realized what had happened. The color drained from her face in an instant, then suddenly flushed red, ten times redder than before.

She frantically grabbed the front of her vest that had slipped down and clutched it tightly to her chest. She turned around abruptly, her back to Yang Shuisheng, her voice trembling uncontrollably: "I...I'm sorry, I...I didn't mean to."

She frantically tried to pull up her vest and fasten the back clasp, but the more nervous she became, the less her fingers obeyed her commands, and she couldn't fasten it even after trembling for a long time.

In the end, she frantically pulled the blue cloth jacket over herself, wrapped it haphazardly around her body, and hugged it tightly, barely managing to cover up the exposed skin.

The main room was deathly silent, save for the two people's heavy, uneven breathing and the faint crackling of the burning kerosene lamp wick.

An ambiguous, sultry atmosphere permeated the air silently.

"No...it's nothing." Yang Shuisheng quickly looked away, cleared his dry throat, and tried to break the suffocating silence. "Um, Sister Cuihong, why don't you move around a bit and see if there's anything else that's bothering you?"

"Knock knock knock!"

Just then, a light knocking sound came from outside the courtyard gate.

The two froze instantly, instinctively holding their breath.

"Cuihong? Cuihong? Is she asleep?"

An old, hoarse voice, filled with concern, rang out from outside the door; it was Uncle Shuanzhu from across the street.

"I think I just heard a noise from your room, and I even called out? Are you alright?"

"Has a thief broken in? Or is something wrong with Xiaobao?"

Guo Cuihong turned pale with fright and glanced at Yang Shuisheng in a panic. Yang Shuisheng quickly gave her a look to calm her down.

"No...it's nothing."

Guo Cuihong took several deep breaths to make her voice sound normal, and called out to the door, "Uncle Shuanzhu, a big rat suddenly jumped out of the house and gave me a fright."

"I've already chased them away, it's alright now, thank you."

"Oh, a mouse! You scared me." Uncle Shuanzhu outside the door seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. "It's alright now. You should go to sleep early and make sure the door is closed."

"Okay! Uncle, you should get some rest too," Guo Cuihong replied quickly.

As the footsteps outside the door gradually faded away, seemingly returning to the house across the street, the two people in the main room breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling a cold sweat break out on their backs.

Guo Cuihong patted her chest, still shaken.

Yang Shuisheng wiped the sweat from his forehead and said in a low voice, "Sister Cuihong, it seems that the person across the street has gone back to their room for the time being. I should go too."

"Okay, I'll see you off."

Guo Cuihong nodded quickly, forgetting all about being shy. She hurriedly buttoned up her jacket, walked to the door, carefully opened a crack, and peeked out.

They discovered that the courtyard across the street was completely dark, and Uncle Shuanzhu's door was closed.

"Quick, Brother Shuisheng, now's the time." Guo Cuihong stepped aside.

Without further hesitation, Yang Shuisheng slipped out the door and quickly disappeared around the corner of the village road.

Guo Cuihong leaned against the door frame, looking in the direction he disappeared, her hand still pressed against her pounding heart, her face burning, her mind a jumbled mess.

The scene from earlier, the strange feeling during the treatment, and the awkwardness that followed kept replaying in her mind.

As Yang Shuisheng walked home, the night wind cleared his mind somewhat, but the fleeting glimpse of her snow-white, full breasts and deep cleavage kept replaying in his mind, along with Guo Cuihong's slender, supple waist and smooth back as she turned around.

He shook his head, trying to dispel the images, but the shocking touch and visual impact seemed to be etched into his mind.

"Tsk..."

Yang Shuisheng couldn't quite describe his feelings, but he felt that tonight's consultation was packed with information and had a strong aftereffect.

With his mind filled with those blood-pumping images of Guo Cuihong, he hurried back to the vicinity of his own row of dilapidated houses.

The night was deep and all was quiet, save for the occasional bark of a dog in the distance.

When he reached his front door, he instinctively reached out to push it open, but his hand froze in mid-air.

The door was ajar, leaving a dark crack.

He felt a chill run down his spine and instantly became alert.

Could it be a thief?

Wang Kun just delivered a whole house full of new furniture today. Although it's not particularly valuable, it's still quite eye-catching in the village. Could it be that some fool has his eye on it?

He immediately held his breath, slightly raised the eight strands of energy within his body, tensed all his muscles, and quietly approached the crack in the door to peek inside.

The room was completely dark, with no lights on.

But by the faint moonlight filtering through the window, he could vaguely see the outlines of the new furniture in the room, which seemed to have been moved.

However, right next to that brand-new eight-immortal table, there seemed to be a figure sitting there.

"Yang Shuisheng? Is that you?"

Yang Shuisheng's eyes narrowed, and he was about to make a move when the figure inside the room seemed to hear the commotion outside and moved slightly. Then, a woman's voice, clearly displeased and questioning, rang out.

"Where the hell have you been? Why are you so late?"

Is that Yu Qianwei's voice?

Yang Shuisheng was stunned for a moment, and the tension in his heart immediately eased, but it was soon replaced by impatience.

"none of your business?"

He straightened up, pushed open the half-closed door, strode in, and said in a cold tone, "Where I go and when I come back is my business."

By the moonlight, he could see Yu Qianwei sitting in a chair next to the octagonal table.

She must have been waiting a long time, because she crossed her arms and looked like she was about to interrogate someone.

"You!" Yu Qianwei was stunned by his rude words, her anger flaring up instantly. She stood up abruptly, "Yang Shuisheng! What kind of attitude is this?"

"I...I've been waiting for you here for almost an hour. Do you know what time it is?"

"What are you doing wandering around outside in the middle of the night, a grown man?"

"What business is it of yours, Miss Yu, if I'm just wandering around outside?" Yang Shuisheng walked to the table, casually pulled over another chair, sat down, crossed his legs, and said in a nonchalant tone, "You came to see me without even giving me a heads-up. How was I supposed to know you'd come?"

"You chose to wait, so you deserve to wait a long time."

"If you have something to say, then say it. If not, please leave. I'm going to sleep."

His words were ruthless, completely silencing Yu Qianwei's frustration caused by waiting.

Yu Qianwei was so angry that her chest heaved. She pointed at Yang Shuisheng and said, "You've been talking for so long, but you haven't come up with anything."

She realized that she really didn't seem to have any right or qualification to question him.

She took a few deep breaths, suppressing her anger and inexplicable grievances.

"I've come to see you because I have something I want to ask you."

"ask."

Yu Qianwei bit her lip, seemingly finding it difficult to speak.

"I heard from the villagers that Bai Qinglian rented out her two acres of land to you to farm? Is that true?"

Yang Shuisheng glanced at her, never expecting that she would come all this way in the middle of the night just to ask this question.

"Yes, it's true."

He nodded and readily admitted, "Sister Bai is kind-hearted. She took pity on me because I had no land to farm, so she rented me two acres of land that she wasn't farming at the moment. What's wrong with that?"

"No...it's nothing."

Upon receiving confirmation, Yu Qianwei's eyes flickered, and she lowered her head in silence for a few seconds.

"So, when you were watching a movie at the threshing ground today, you let her sit next to you and gave her candy... was it because she rented the land to you?"

"Are you only being so good to her because of those two acres of land?"

When she asked the question, she felt inexplicably nervous, her eyes fixed on Yang Shuisheng's face, as if trying to glean something from his expression.

It seems that if Yang Shuisheng treats Bai Qinglian well only because of those two acres of land, only because of an exchange of benefits, she will feel a little better.