The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

In Yang Shuisheng's memory, the south side of the town used to be a wasteland, but now a long row of cement slab houses has been built there, with white-painted facades and colorful signs.

It's definitely much more lively and stylish than the old market.

Stalls selling clothes, shoes and socks, daily necessities, and even radios and cassettes lined up one after another, loud pop songs blaring from loudspeakers, and the stall owners shouting their wares, like a bustling market.

Most of the people coming and going were young girls and young wives, and their clothes were more fashionable than those of the villagers.

As Yang Shuisheng walked inside, he felt a little dizzy.

He's been acting like a fool all these years, hardly ever coming to town, let alone this newly built market.

He looked at each shop one by one, and finally stopped in front of a shop with a sign that read "Liren Fashion". This shop had a larger storefront, the glass was sparkling clean, and there were more styles of clothes hanging inside, making it look more upscale than the other shops.

"Hey, young man, here to buy clothes?"

He walked in, and a woman who looked to be in her late twenties, with big wavy hair and wearing a tight T-shirt, immediately came to greet him.

"What would you like to see? Skirts, pants, or a shirt?"

"Everything here is the latest model!"

The proprietress was alright looking, with an oval face and bright red lips, but her eyes revealed a shrewdness and a calculating nature.

Especially the T-shirt that stretched taut over her body, highlighting her bulging breasts, her waist so thin you could pinch it with one hand, and her long, straight legs wrapped in black pants, wearing a pair of half-heeled leather shoes, as she walked back and forth in the store with a "click-clack" sound.

Yang Shuisheng didn't look at her; his gaze swept over the hanging clothes and finally landed on two skirts.

One was a light red floral dress, and the other was a sky blue pleated skirt. The fabric looked soft, and the colors were bright. He thought Liu Yulan would look beautiful in them.

He reached out, wanting to feel the thickness of the fabric of the water-red dress.

"Hey! Don't touch it!" The proprietress suddenly raised her voice, stepped forward, and blocked his view of the dress. Her smile faded slightly. "Young man, just look. This dress is expensive, thirty yuan a piece."

"If you're not going to buy it, don't touch it. If you touch it and it gets dirty and fuzzy, how am I supposed to sell it to someone else?"

Yang Shuisheng's hand froze in mid-air, his brows furrowing.

He looked up at the proprietress and found her giving him a sidelong glance with an expression that said, "You can't afford this," while deliberately puffing out her chest, making its bulging shape even more noticeable.

"Of course I want to buy it." Yang Shuisheng withdrew his hand, his tone calm. "I just want to feel the material and see what it's like."

"You want to buy it?" The proprietress looked him up and down in his clean but obviously worn-out old clothes, a smirk playing on her lips. "Young man, not to be rude, but this dress is thirty yuan, not three or five. Can you afford that? You can't afford to pay for it if you damage it!"

Her disdain was undisguised; she thought Yang Shuisheng was just a poor kid who wandered around aimlessly, and that she was already being lenient by not kicking him out.

Stop looking down on people.

Yang Shuisheng was too lazy to waste any more words with her.

He pulled out a brand new 100-yuan bill and slammed it onto the glass counter next to him.

"I'll take the skirts, these are the only two available."

When the proprietress saw the hundred-yuan bill, her eyes widened, and her face instantly broke into an exaggerated smile; her expression changed faster than turning the pages of a book.

"Ouch! Look at my loose tongue!" She lightly slapped her cheek, quickly grabbed the money, looked at it against the light to make sure it was real, and then her face lit up with a smile. "Young man... no, boss, please don't take offense. I was just blind to your greatness."

"By the way, how tall and heavy is the person wearing the skirt?"

As she spoke, she deftly squatted down under the counter to search for the right size.

"She's a little shorter than me, and probably weighs around 100 pounds."

"Don't worry, the clothes in our store are made of the best materials in the whole town."

As she spoke, she skillfully took out two brand-new, unopened dresses and wrapped them in plastic bags.

"Two skirts, sixty yuan in total!" The proprietress handed over the bag, then picked up the money on the counter to give change.

But her eyes darted around, glancing at Yang Shuisheng. Seeing that he was young, dressed plainly but spent lavishly, like an inexperienced greenhorn, she started to have her own schemes.

"Boss, you've already bought this dress, aren't you going to include a pair of stockings?"

The proprietress smiled even more sweetly, took out a small cardboard box from the other side of the counter, opened it, and inside were two pairs of sheer stockings, one black and one flesh-colored.

"This is the hottest thing in the city right now—glass stockings!"

"Women who wear this will have slender, straight, and beautiful legs. It goes perfectly with skirts. If you buy it, I guarantee your partner will love it."

"Stockings?"

Yang Shuisheng had never seen this before. He picked it up and touched it. It was smooth and cool to the touch. The material was so thin that it was almost transparent, but it was very elastic.

He imagined what Liu Yulan would look like wearing this thing, and it seemed a little different.

But he couldn't quite picture what a good idea it would be, because he'd never seen anyone wear it.

"How do you wear this?" Yang Shuisheng asked curiously.

The proprietress paused for a moment, then, seeing that there were no other customers in the shop, she gritted her teeth and grabbed Yang Shuisheng's arm: "Come on, boss, let me show you how it's done. This way."

She pulled Yang Shuisheng into the shop, into a simple fitting room separated by a curtain.

Then, before Yang Shuisheng could react, she plopped down on a low plastic stool next to her, deftly crossed her left leg, quickly took off her mid-heeled shoes, rolled up her trousers, picked up the black stockings, and right in front of Yang Shuisheng, began to put them on her bare legs.

Her movements were quick; the stockings slowly traveled up her calves, wrapping around her slender ankles, shapely calves, and then her knees.

The thin black stockings clung tightly to her legs like a second skin, gleaming with an alluring matte finish in the dim light. They accentuated the length and straightness of her legs, making her skin appear even smoother and more delicate, with the skin beneath faintly visible.

Especially when she crossed her legs and pointed her toes slightly, that posture had an indescribable allure.

Yang Shuisheng was stunned, and he involuntarily held his breath.

Where has he ever seen this before?

In the past, women in the village would at most wear cotton trousers. They never had anything like this, which was thin, sheer, and glossy, making their legs look so alluring.

"See? That's what you're wearing!"

The proprietress put on one leg, looked up and deliberately gave Yang Shuisheng, who was staring blankly, a flirtatious wink. Her voice was both sweet and seductive: "After putting this on, your legs will be smooth and tender. No man can resist it."

"Buy two of these, and I guarantee your partner will wear them for you every day."

Yang Shuisheng felt his mouth was dry and his mind was filled with images of long, beautiful legs encased in black stockings, and he couldn't help but think of Liu Yulan.

"Okay...okay, I'll buy two then."

He snapped back to his senses and awkwardly looked away.

"One is black, and the other is flesh-colored."

"Okay! Alright!" The proprietress was secretly delighted, knowing that this naive young man had taken the bait. She quickly said, "These stockings are high-end, twenty yuan a pair, forty yuan for two pairs, plus the skirt, sixty yuan, that's exactly one hundred. The one hundred you just gave me is just right."

Actually, the cost price of these stockings was only seven or eight yuan, and they could only be sold for fifteen yuan at most. Seeing that Yang Shuisheng didn't understand, she directly doubled the price.

"Wrap it up."

Yang Shuisheng was a bit confused at the moment and didn't think much about it.

The proprietress deftly grabbed a box of new stockings, placed it in a bag along with the skirt, and handed it to Yang Shuisheng with a beaming smile: "Boss, please take this, take care! Come back next time you need anything!"

Yang Shuisheng took the bag, feeling his face still a little hot, and quickly turned around and walked out of the clothing store that had made his heart race.

"Hey, ma'am, I need to ask you something."

It wasn't until he reached the door and was hit by the cool breeze outside that he fully woke up and remembered that he had important business to attend to.

Turning back to the shop owner, who was still waving enthusiastically at the shop entrance, he asked, "Where's the photo studio in this town?"