The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

All eyes turned to the doorway.

Yang Shuisheng stood there with a canvas bag on his back, his expression calm, but his eyes held a coldness.

The scarred-faced man holding Ma San looked Yang Shuisheng up and down a few times.

"Who the hell are you?" Tiger released his foot from Ma San, straightened up, tilted his head, and glanced at Yang Shuisheng with an unfriendly tone. "This is none of your business, so get the hell out of here and don't meddle in other people's business!"

"Brother Yang, you've finally arrived!"

When Ma Sanyi saw Yang Shuisheng on the ground, he grasped at a straw and, ignoring the snot and tears on his face, shouted at the top of his lungs, "Help me! They're going to cripple my hand, Brother Yang!"

But Yang Shuisheng ignored Ma San's wailing and calmly focused his gaze on Tiger.

"How much money does he owe you?"

"Oh?"

Tiger paused for a moment, then looked at his companion with amusement, and they both laughed, their smiles full of mockery.

"So, you're saying you want to pay off this bastard's debt?" Tiger stepped forward, closing in on Yang Shuisheng, trying to intimidate him with his height and imposing manner. "Kid, what gang are you from? You've got some nerve!"

"That bastard Ma San still calls you Brother Yang?"

"I've lived in Daliang Town for so many years, how come I've never heard of you?"

He had never heard of Yang Shuisheng before; he knew almost everyone in town who had a reputation.

Fearing that Tiger Brother might actually become violent towards Yang Shuisheng, Ma San quickly shouted again, "Tiger Brother, please don't do anything rash! This Brother Yang is Brother Kun's friend. Offending Brother Yang is offending Brother Kun!"

"Brother Kun?"

Tiger and his accomplices' mocking smiles froze for a moment, a hint of fright flashing in their eyes.

Brother Kun is the real king of Daliang Town. Small-time thugs like them who lend money at high interest rates and run brothels are not even worthy of carrying Brother Kun's shoes.

This kid in front of me is actually Brother Kun's friend? Really?

Tiger Brother looked Yang Shuisheng over again, still somewhat skeptical.

The other person's age and clothing don't seem to match at all.

Which of Kun's friends isn't someone important and surrounded by followers?

"Kid, you really know Brother Kun?"

Tiger's tone was tentative, and his voice unconsciously lowered.

"Whether you know him or not is none of your business." Yang Shuisheng maintained his indifferent demeanor, as if he didn't take Tiger Brother seriously. "I'm just asking you, how much money does Ma San owe you, and how did he owe you that?"

"Two months ago, Ma San borrowed 300 yuan from me for an emergency."

Tiger was a little uneasy about his attitude, but thinking of the few hundred yuan, he steeled himself and pulled out a crumpled IOU from his pocket, unfolding it: "It's clearly written in black and white on this IOU, agreeing to repay in one month with a hundred yuan interest. It's been two months now, so the total is five hundred yuan, principal and interest!"

"What, you want to pay for him?"

Yang Shuisheng glanced at the IOU, which indeed stated in crooked handwriting that it was for a loan of three hundred, with an interest of one hundred, and also bore Ma San's signature and fingerprint.

The interest rate was outrageously high, but the IOU was genuine.

"Loan sharking?" Yang Shuisheng glanced at Tiger.

"What do you mean by usury?" Tiger glared. "Paying back debts is a matter of course."

"He lent it to Ma San voluntarily, and I voluntarily gave it to him. If you borrow and repay, it won't be difficult to borrow again."

"Now that he's dragging his feet on paying, who can he blame?"

Yang Shuisheng turned to Ma San on the ground: "Is what he said true?"

"Brother Yang, it's true." Ma San nodded with a mournful face. "I lost money gambling back then and was in a hurry to win it back, so... so I borrowed a little bit from Brother Hu."

Yang Shuisheng understood.

If Ma San weren't still useful to him, he wouldn't want to get involved in this matter at all.

"Forget about the interest, I'll pay the principal of three hundred for you."

He looked at Tiger again, his tone leaving no room for argument: "If you agree, give me the IOU, and you can take the money."

"Forget about the interest?" Tiger immediately bristled, his voice rising again, "Kid, are you trying to fob me off like a beggar?"

"Five hundred! Not a penny less!"

"Today's money, including principal and interest, must be paid in full."

"Otherwise, Ma San's hands, and you meddling in other people's business..." He glared fiercely at Yang Shuisheng, leaving the rest of his threatening words unfinished, but the meaning was clear.

"Take it or leave it at three hundred. If you don't want it, get out of here." Yang Shuisheng's voice turned cold as he took a step forward.

Although he was thinner than Tiger, he stood up straight, had sharp eyes, and exuded an invisible pressure.

"Fuck your mother! You think you're so great, huh?!"

Tiger was thoroughly enraged by Yang Shuisheng's unyielding attitude. In addition, he had always suspected that Ma San was just making things up about Yang Shuisheng's relationship with Kun. His temper flared up, and he pointed at Yang Shuisheng's nose and cursed, "This matter has nothing to do with you, but you insisted on getting involved."

"I'm really annoyed by your pretentious, cocky attitude."

"Either you kneel down right now and kowtow three times to me, Tiger Lord, and loudly say, 'Tiger Lord, I was wrong, and I'll pretend you were never here.'"

He paused, his eyes sweeping greedily over Yang Shuisheng, especially at the expensive-looking canvas bag he was carrying: "Either you stay out of Ma San's mess and just pay him three hundred yuan as an apology, better to lose money than suffer any more trouble!"

"Otherwise, neither of you will leave this door unscathed today."

He saw that Yang Shuisheng seemed to have some money and was young and unfamiliar, so he wanted to take the opportunity to make another quick buck.

"What if I don't give it to them?"

"I won't let you try!"

As soon as Tiger finished speaking, the next second he felt a blur of a figure in front of him.

"boom--"

Yang Shuisheng's fist had already slammed into Tiger's chin, which was still spitting out words.

He moved so fast that he left only a blur, giving Tiger and his accomplices no time to react.

Eight strands of energy circulated rapidly within his body, granting him explosive power and precision far exceeding that of ordinary people.

Tiger felt stars flashing before his eyes, his head buzzing, and he was knocked backward, landing hard on his buttocks. His jaw was sore and numb, his mouth tasted salty and fishy, ​​and his teeth were loose.

"Holy shit..."

Just as Tiger's accomplice was about to curse, Yang Shuisheng stepped to the side and delivered a clean sweeping kick to the side of his knee joint.

"Ouch!"

His accomplice screamed, his legs buckled, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud, clutching his knees and groaning in pain.

Yang Shuisheng didn't stop moving. He stepped forward and stomped on Tiger's chest as he struggled to get up. He put a little pressure on Tiger's chest with his toes and looked at him coldly.

"You...you fucking dare..."

Tiger was both shocked and furious. He still wanted to show off, but the foot on his chest felt like a huge boulder, making it hard for him to breathe, let alone get up.

He was horrified to discover that this seemingly sturdy young man possessed terrifying strength and was ruthless and decisive in his attacks.

"Do you still want me to apologize?" Yang Shuisheng added more pressure with his toes.

"Cough...no...no more."

"I was wrong! Spare me! Spare me!"

Tiger was in excruciating chest pain and had difficulty breathing, so he immediately begged for mercy.

His companion next to him was also wincing in pain and dared not move.

Ma San lay sprawled on the ground, his mouth agape, his eyes wide like copper bells, staring at everything that had happened in the blink of an eye, unable to close his mouth for a long time.

Yang took down Tiger and his best fighter in just a couple of moves?

That's incredible!

"Ma San, how much money do you owe me?"

Yang Shuisheng loosened his foot and took half a step back, looking down at Brother Hu.

Tiger coughed a few times, clutching his chest, and subconsciously answered, "Five...five hundred..."

"Snap—"

Yang Shuisheng raised his hand and slapped him cleanly and crisply.

"Say it again, how much do you owe?"

"Three...three hundred!"

Tiger's face stung from the slap, but his mind cleared a bit, and he quickly corrected himself: "It was three hundred! Ma San lent me three hundred yuan as principal."

"Here, three hundred." Yang Shuisheng nodded, took out three hundred-yuan bills, and threw them at Tiger. "Here's your money back, give me the IOU."

Tiger didn't dare utter a single word of objection. He hurriedly picked up the three hundred yuan from the ground, then took out the crumpled IOU and respectfully handed it to Yang Shuisheng with both hands.

"Sizzle—"

Yang Shuisheng took the IOU, tore it in half without even looking at it, and threw it on the ground.

"Take the money and get out."

"Yes, yes, yes! We'll leave right away! We'll leave right away!"

Tiger felt like he had been granted a pardon. He didn't care about his accomplices anymore. He got up, grabbed the money, and rushed out of the dilapidated shack without looking back.

His accomplice also struggled to his feet and limped after him. The two fled in a sorry state and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The dilapidated house returned to silence, leaving only Yang Shuisheng and Ma San, who was still lying on the ground.

"Brother Yang! Thank you for saving my life."

Ma San scrambled to Yang Shuisheng's feet, kowtowing repeatedly, his voice trembling with emotion: "From this day forward, my life belongs to you."

"If you tell me to go east, I will never go west. Even if it means going through fire and water, I, Ma San, will not flinch."

"Alright, get up."

Yang Shuisheng glanced at him and said indifferently, "Consider the three hundred yuan as what you owe me. If I need anything in the future, you have to be there whenever I call."

"Yes, yes, Brother Yang, don't worry, I, Ma San, keep my word."

"If you need anything in the future, just say the word. If I dare to say no, may I be struck by lightning."

Ma San immediately swore an oath, showing utmost respect to Yang Shuisheng.

Yang Shuisheng said no more, took off the canvas bag he was carrying, took out the Pearl River camera from it and handed it to Ma San.

"A camera?" Ma San took it, somewhat puzzled.

"Zhao Youcai is treating me to dinner tonight," Yang Shuisheng said in a low voice. "I'll try to get him and his family away for as long as possible."

"While you're at it, go to that drawer on the second floor of his house and use this camera to photograph all the receipts and documents inside, especially those with Zhao Youcai's signature and Hong Dachang's name on them."

"Remember to take clear photos!"

"But you absolutely cannot touch the original parts; restore them to their original state immediately after the photoshoot."

He quickly demonstrated and explained the basic operation of the camera to Ma San again.

Ma San learned quickly and nodded repeatedly.

"Don't worry, Brother Yang, leave this to me. I'll make sure you get a crystal clear shot."

Ma San patted his chest and made a promise, his eyes full of enthusiasm.

Being able to work for such a powerful Brother Yang made him feel like he was on a higher level.

"Yes, the film can take 24 shots. Just take as many shots as you can, and make sure you don't miss the important ones."

"Hide the camera after you're done taking the pictures. I'll come find you to pick it up tomorrow," Yang Shuisheng instructed as a final reminder. "Remember, whatever you do, don't let anyone see it."

"Understood!" Ma San nodded repeatedly.

After giving his explanation, Yang Shuisheng left without lingering and turned to leave Ma San's dilapidated shack.

The sun was shining brightly outside, and he squinted toward the blacksmith's shop.

"The darts should be ready by now, right?"