The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

Yang Shuisheng's words carried a hint of a smile and a touch of anticipation.

He thought that after tonight's experience, he might be able to maintain a closer relationship with Bai Qinglian in the future.

But before he could finish speaking, Bai Qinglian immediately extended her fair finger and gently pressed it against his lips, silencing him.

The blush on her face hadn't faded, and her eyes still held the lingering moisture of passion, but more than anything, there was a clear-headedness, even a bittersweet resolve.

"Shuisheng, stop talking." Bai Qinglian shook her head, her voice soft but unusually firm. "What happened tonight was wrong. I am a blessed wife. Even if he is a scoundrel, he is still a scoundrel in name."

"You're still a young, unmarried man. Consider tonight your way of repaying a favor. Thank you for helping me, for thinking of me, and for giving me money back. But this is a one-time thing, and it won't happen again."

"This will never happen again."

"And tomorrow, I'm going to the county town with Youfu."

She paused, a thin mist rising in her eyes, her voice even lower: "This journey will take us far away, and I don't know if we'll ever see each other again."

"Let's just keep this as a memento tonight. Don't take it seriously, and don't do anything foolish."

She spoke rationally, even somewhat cruelly, but Yang Shuisheng could hear the struggle and helplessness in her words.

She liked him and was grateful to him, but the constraints of reality and the impending separation made her afraid and unable to let go of this feeling.

Seeing her feigned composure despite her obvious reluctance, Yang Shuisheng understood.

He respected her choice.

He is not the kind of person who pesters others relentlessly without considering their situation.

"I understand, Sister Bai." Yang Shuisheng nodded, took her hand that was pressed to his lips, gently removed it, and held it in his palm. "I'll do whatever you say. I'll keep what happened tonight a secret."

"Be careful in the county town from now on, but remember what I told you: hide your money well and come back if anything happens."

"Hmm..." Bai Qinglian's nose tingled, and she almost shed tears again.

She gripped Yang Shuisheng's hand tightly in return and nodded vigorously.

The two nestled together quietly for a while, listening to the murmuring of the pool and feeling each other's last warmth.

As the night dew grew heavier and a chill set in, Bai Qinglian gently broke free from Yang Shuisheng's embrace, silently put on her clothes, gave him one last deep look, then turned and strode quickly toward the village without looking back.

Yang Shuisheng stood there, watching her figure disappear, feeling a little empty inside, but he quickly recovered.

Because he has more important things to do.

He didn't leave immediately, but instead took out the two black darts from his pocket.

Two solid streams of energy flowed slowly within his body. With a slight thought, the energy enveloped the two darts as if controlled by his own limbs.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Two blurry black lines flashed past in the moonlight, moving at an astonishing speed, and instantly shot towards a thick, miscellaneous tree by the pool!

"Knock! Knock!"

Two muffled thuds, almost simultaneously!

Two darts were thrown. One was driven deep into the center of the tree trunk, while the other was precisely driven next to the first, less than an inch apart. It was so deeply embedded in the wood that only the groove at the end was left.

With another thought, Yang Shuisheng threw two darts with a "hum," which automatically detached from the tree trunk, flew back, and hovered steadily in front of him.

He manipulated the darts, making various high-speed changes of direction, weaving, and spinning movements within a twenty-meter radius around him. The trajectories were tricky, the speed was astonishing, and the darts hit exactly where he pointed.

Beyond twenty meters, the precision and speed of his control begin to decline noticeably, but within twenty meters, it is practically his absolute domain. With the sharpness and speed of these two darts, combined with his current strength and reflexes, it is more than enough for self-defense and attack.

"good!"

Yang Shuisheng was very satisfied and put away the darts.

His increased strength boosted his confidence, but right now the most important thing is to make money and accumulate capital.

He then turned and left the pool, heading towards home.

The next day, Yang Shuisheng got up just as dawn was breaking.

He first followed the method of cultivating medicinal seed from his inherited memories, soaking the two ounces of small white cabbage seeds in a mild medicinal solution for half an hour to stimulate their activity.

Then, carrying a hoe and seeds, he arrived at the two acres of land that Bai Qinglian had rented to him.

The soil on these two acres of land is of average quality, somewhat compacted, but the location is relatively flat and sunny.

Yang Shuisheng didn't care; he had his own ways to improve the situation.

He wielded his hoe, turning the soil, breaking it up, and creating ridges with practiced ease, as if he were a seasoned veteran.

The depth of tilling, the width and height of the ridges are all strictly in accordance with the requirements for optimizing the growth of ordinary crops based on inherited memories, without any care.

After preparing the land, he mixed the soaked seeds with fine soil, then used his fingers to make shallow furrows of almost identical depth and spacing along the prepared ridges. He then evenly scattered the soil-mixed seeds into the furrows, covered them with a thin layer of loose, fine soil, and gently pressed it down.

The whole process was smooth, precise and efficient. In just one morning, he finished sowing all the seeds on two acres of land by himself. The rows were neat and orderly, which was pleasing to the eye.

Just as he was packing up his farm tools to go home, Bai Qinglian's mother-in-law passed by carrying a basket. Seeing the excessively neat appearance of his field, she curled her lip and said in a sarcastic tone, "Are you farming or embroidering? Pretending."

"I think you're just not cut out for farming. You're wasting my two acres of good land. With your methods, it's no wonder that no seedlings will grow."

Yang Shuisheng didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, treating it as if it were just passing by, and picked up his hoe and walked away.

It's a waste of breath to talk to someone like that.

Wait until his cabbage grows, then let the facts prove him wrong; that's better than anything else.

After a quick lunch at home, Yang Shuisheng sat down at the newly built octagonal table and began to think about what to do next.

He focused his mind inward, feeling the two slowly rotating energies within his dantian, which were more than ten times stronger than before, and a new sense of urgency rose in his heart.

According to the inherited memory of the "Hehuan Nourishing Qi Secret", the transition from Qi sensation to true Qi is a crucial qualitative change and the first real threshold.

He now possesses two streams of energy, which can be considered the completion of the energy perception stage.

Once ten streams of qi have been accumulated, the next step is to compress and condense them, ultimately transforming them into a ball of true qi representing the cultivator.

Once you possess true qi, you will see a significant improvement in both martial arts and medical skills.

Their medical skills, in particular, are so advanced that they can even help those on the verge of death to breathe again.

However, this step is extremely dangerous. The inheritance clearly records that the success rate of the first attempt to condense true qi is only about 30%. Once it fails, not only will it be impossible to condense true qi, but the existing qi sensation will also be mostly dissipated due to the forced impact. In the worst case, it may fall back to the starting point where there is only a single qi sensation left, and it will be necessary to start all over again, which will consume countless hours and efforts.

To increase the success rate by 30%, in addition to having a solid foundation and a stable mind, it is best to supplement with external aids, such as medicinal herbs that contain gentle spiritual energy or can calm the mind and clear the meridians. These herbs can be refined or brewed into auxiliary decoctions or pills and taken when attempting to break through a bottleneck. This can greatly increase the chances of success and also provide some protection and reduce losses if you fail.

"Looks like we'll have to go into the mountains."

Yang Shuisheng narrowed his eyes. The pharmacies in town might have the medicinal herbs he needed, but the age and quality were probably hard to guarantee, and the prices would be exorbitant.

Why not go into the mountains and try your luck? The deep mountains behind Peach Blossom Valley are rarely visited by people, and there might be some good things that have been around for a long time. You can also see if there are any other valuable medicinal herbs, pick them and sell them for money, killing two birds with one stone.

"I'll head into the mountains tomorrow," Yang Shuisheng decided.

As for this afternoon...

He saw that it was still early, got up, locked the door, and started walking towards the town.

He had to go to Ma San to retrieve the camera, and then go to the photo studio to develop the crucial evidence.

With those photos, Zhao Youcai's Achilles' heel was now in his hands.