The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

Yang Shuisheng watched from the side, his fists unconsciously clenching.

Those two bastards are absolutely outrageous!

But he took a deep breath and suppressed the urge to act immediately.

Hearing the blatant flirting, the proprietress was both ashamed and angry, trembling all over, with tears welling up in her eyes.

She knew that these two beasts wouldn't give up until they were satisfied today.

"Fine... I'll punish myself with three drinks..."

She bit her lip, as if resigned to her fate, picked up the wine bottle, and poured three more glasses of wine.

"I'll just have three drinks to apologize to Brother Gang and Brother Long. Any more and I really can't take it."

As she spoke, she closed her eyes and forced down three glasses of strong liquor, one after another.

With each drink, her face grew paler, her body swayed more violently, and she sweated even more profusely. The chest area of ​​her shirt was soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to her skin, vaguely revealing the outline and full shape of her underwear.

After three drinks, she could barely stand by holding onto the table, her eyes were starting to glaze over, and her stomach was churning.

"That's it?" The blond-haired guy wasn't satisfied. He licked his lips, pointed at himself and the bald man, and said, "There are two of us here. How can you only offer three drinks as an apology?"

"Three cups for each person! That's more like sincerity!"

Three cups per person? That means we have to drink three more cups?

The proprietress's legs went weak when she heard this, and she almost collapsed.

She's already feeling dizzy and disoriented; if she drinks three more cups, she'll definitely drink herself to death.

"You...you've gone too far!" the proprietress cried out in despair.

"Too much?" The bald man's face darkened. "I've gone too far today, what are you going to do about it?"

Seeing the other party pushing their luck so far, Yang Shuisheng's anger flared up instantly.

"Clatter—"

He put down his chopsticks, his voice low but cold: "That's enough, you two grown men, is it really meaningful to bully a woman like this?"

The blond-haired and bald men were taken aback. They had been so busy flirting with the proprietress that they hadn't noticed the person sitting in the corner.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" Yellow Hair suddenly stood up, pointing at Yang Shuisheng and cursing, "Do you even have the right to speak here?"

"Shut the hell up! If you meddle again, believe me, I'll take care of you too!"

Seeing that Yang Shuisheng was about to get into trouble, the proprietress sobered up a bit and quickly winked at him, whispering urgently, "Young man, don't say anything, just eat your food, this is none of your business!"

She then turned to the blond-haired and bald men, bowing repeatedly: "Brother Gang, Brother Long, he's young and doesn't know any better, please don't take it to heart. I'll drink this wine, I'll drink it, okay?"

She feared that Yang Shuisheng, her kind-hearted younger brother, would be beaten because of her, so she had no choice but to give in again.

With trembling hands, she reached for the wine bottle again.

Seeing that she had given in, the blond-haired and bald men smugly snorted and sat down again, their eyes lingering even more brazenly on the proprietress's alluring curves.

She quickly forced down three more cups, her body swaying unsteadily. She had to hold onto the table to keep from falling, her shirt completely soaked with sweat and clinging tightly to her body.

"Okay...okay?" The proprietress gasped for breath, her eyes unfocused as she looked at the blond-haired man and the bald man, her voice weak.

"What's the rush?"

But the bald man grabbed her wrist, which was holding an empty wine glass, and pulled hard.

The proprietress gasped in surprise, her legs went weak, and she almost fell into the bald man's arms.

"You've all had so much to drink, why don't you sit down and have a good drink with us?" The bald man leaned closer to her, his breath reeking of alcohol, his eyes lewd. "If you make us happy, I'll return the two hundred dollars to you today, and pay you back next month. How about it? A good deal, right?"

His other hand was already reaching out to touch the landlady's wet waist.

"No! I really can't drink anymore!" The proprietress struggled with her last bit of strength, trying to shake off the bald man's hand, her voice filled with fear and despair.

"Snapped!"

The blond-haired man delivered a resounding slap to the landlady's face.

The proprietress's head was knocked to the side by the blow, and a clear five-finger mark instantly appeared on her face, with a trace of blood seeping from the corner of her mouth.

She covered her face, staring incredulously at the blond-haired man, and finally couldn't hold back her tears, which rolled down her cheeks in large drops.

"You bitch! You think you're so great?" the blond-haired man cursed menacingly. "What are you pretending to be so high and mighty for? If you keep dawdling, don't blame me for turning my back on you."

"If you don't serve us well today, I'll smash up your shop and drag you out."

Seeing the glaring handprint on the landlady's face, her desperate tears, and her swaying body, Yang Shuisheng's long-suppressed anger erupted like a volcano.

"Clang!"

A loud bang!

Yang Shuisheng kicked the heavy wooden bench next to him.

The wooden stool flew out with a terrifying force, whistling as it struck the bald man's arm, which was about to reach for the landlady's waist.

"ah--"

"My hand!"

The bald man let out a scream, feeling a sharp pain in his arm, as if he had been hit by a hammer, and he staggered backward.

Yang Shuisheng stood still, his cold gaze sweeping over the stunned blond-haired man and the landlady who was covering her face and crying.

"I told you, don't go too far!"

"Damn it! You little brat, you dare to lay a hand on me?"

The bald man clutched his throbbing arm, wincing in pain, his face a mixture of shock and anger.

He never expected that this seemingly unremarkable young man would be so strong and so ruthless.

"You little brat, you're asking for trouble, aren't you?"

The blond-haired guy next to him also realized what was happening, grabbed an empty wine bottle from the table, pointed it at Yang Shuisheng, and said with a fierce glint in his eyes, "You haven't even grown your hair yet and you already want to play the hero and save the damsel in distress?"

"If I don't cripple you today, I'll make you take my surname!"

The two exchanged a glance, then pounced on Yang Shuisheng from the left and right.

Although the bald man's arm ached, he took advantage of the number of people and swung his other good fist to smash it into Yang Shuisheng's face, while the blond man swung a wine bottle and smashed it hard into Yang Shuisheng's head!

"Be careful!"

The landlady, still in tears, screamed in fright upon seeing this. Ignoring the pain on her face, she instinctively tried to rush over to break up the fight and stop the blond-haired man who was closer to her.

"Get out of here, you bitch!" The blond-haired man impatiently shoved her away with his arm.

The proprietress was already dizzy and weak. With such a sudden push, she lost her balance and staggered backward, her head about to hit the hard corner of the table.

A strong, powerful arm steadily supported her back from behind, while another hand promptly grabbed her arm, gently pulling her away from the dangerous corner of the table.

It's Yang Shuisheng!

He dodged the bald man's fist first, then swiftly sidestepped the bottle thrown by the blond-haired man, and still had the strength to reach out and catch the proprietress who was about to fall.

The proprietress felt dizzy as she fell into a firm, warm embrace, smelling the unique masculine scent of a young man.

Yang Shuisheng's one hand rested just below her lower back, on her firm, rounded curves, while his other hand held her slender, cool arm.

This sudden intimate contact made her already flushed cheeks, which were red from being drunk, burn even more intensely, and her heart started pounding wildly.

"Stand still."

Yang Shuisheng whispered a reminder, then released his hand to gently steady her, and stepped forward to completely shield her behind him.

The whole process was lightning fast.

The bald man and the blond man only felt a blur before their eyes, their target disappeared, the bottle missed its mark, their fists missed their target, and they almost collided.

"Damn it! You dare to hide!"

The bald man roared, adjusted his stance, and charged forward again, throwing a punch.

This time, Yang Shuisheng did not hide.

His eyes turned cold, and just as the bald man's fist was about to touch his nose, his right hand rose like lightning, striking first despite being behind!

"Snap—"

A slap that was ten times louder and much crisper than the one the proprietress had just received suddenly rang out in the small restaurant.

The bald man felt an irresistible force surge through him, his head snapped to one side, and he was spun around halfway around. He saw stars, his ears were ringing, and his mouth was instantly filled with a strong taste of blood. Several of his teeth loosened.

"puff--"

He spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with froth and broken teeth, and swayed.

He then fell to the ground with a thud, this time face down, lying there groaning, unable to get up for a while.

The blond-haired guy next to him, holding a bottle, was completely dumbfounded, frozen in place, still in the position as if about to smash it.

His face was filled with disbelief and horror.

Who exactly is this guy?

One slap and Gang Ge was knocked down?