The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

Yang Shuisheng had originally intended to watch the excitement and vent his anger.

After all, he still remembered the way Yu Qianwei's mother acted and how her classmates mocked and ridiculed her at her house.

Seeing them in trouble now, I do feel a little smug.

He moved closer and mingled with the crowd of onlookers, listening to the whole story.

It turned out that Yu Qianwei and several of her female classmates came to this small shop to look at hair clips and hair ties. Yu Qianwei took a fancy to a pink hair tie and picked it up to try it on. However, as soon as she put it on her head, the extremely poor-quality hair tie snapped.

The shop owner immediately objected, insisting that Yu Qianwei had torn it by using too much force and demanding compensation.

Yu Qianwei and her classmates argued that the hair ties were of poor quality and would break with the slightest touch, but the shop owner wouldn't let it go.

The female students were shy and thought it best to avoid trouble, so they agreed to pay the compensation, since it was only a few cents.

But to my surprise, the boss asked for ten yuan right off the bat!

They said it was an imported hair tie, so the purchase price was high.

Yu Qianwei and her friends were furious. Ten yuan! That's enough to buy a dozen or twenty new hair ties, so the two sides started arguing.

Yu Qianwei was so angry that her face turned red, and the quieter-looking female classmate next to her was so anxious that she burst into tears.

The boss had a roguish look on his face, as if to say, "You're not leaving until you pay up," and his eyes kept darting between Yu Qianwei and her classmate's chests.

Yang Shuisheng chuckled inwardly.

"Serves you right!"

He wanted to let these arrogant female students experience what it's like to be scammed, and he even felt a sense of satisfaction seeing Yu Qianwei trembling with anger but helpless.

But then the argument escalated.

One of Yu Qianwei's classmates was very agitated and wanted to retrieve the broken hair tie as evidence, but her hand accidentally touched a small ornament on the counter.

The boss immediately seized the opportunity, shoving the female student aside while cursing.

"Don't do it!"

When Yu Qianwei saw her classmate being pushed, she quickly stepped forward to try and break up the fight.

"Get out of here!"

The boss was in a bad mood, and when Yu Qianwei came to stop him, he pushed her hard without thinking.

Caught off guard, Yu Qianwei staggered backward as she was pushed, her left arm slamming hard against the sharp corner of a wooden cabinet next to her with a thud.

"ah--"

Yu Qianwei cried out in pain, bending over in agony, and immediately covered the spot on her left arm where she had been hit with her right hand.

A short distance above her left elbow, her sleeve was torn open by rough wood shavings, revealing a long abrasion on her fair skin. Blood quickly seeped out, staining the torn sleeve and her fingers that were covering the wound.

"Qianwei!"

"You're bleeding!"

Her classmates exclaimed in surprise and gathered around.

When the shop owner saw that Yu Qianwei's arm was bleeding, he was stunned for a moment. Instead of feeling apologetic, he showed a troubled expression. But he immediately put on his rogue face, pointed at Yu Qianwei, and said loudly to the onlookers, "Everyone saw it. She lost her balance and bumped into it. It has nothing to do with me."

"Don't try to use this self-inflicted suffering to renege on your debt; playing the victim won't work."

"You have to pay this ten yuan today, not a penny less!"

Yu Qianwei was in so much pain that tears welled up in her eyes; she was both angry and aggrieved.

She clutched her bleeding arm and told the shopkeeper, "I need to go to the clinic to get my wound bandaged. We'll talk about the money later."

"No way!" The shop owner stepped in front of the store, hands on his hips, blocking the entrance. "Pay up the money first, or who knows if you're trying to sneak away?"

"Give me ten dollars, or nobody's leaving this room today."

Looking at the boss's aggressive and unreasonable face, and then at Yu Qianwei's pitiful appearance as she clutched her bleeding arm and tears finally rolled down her cheeks, although some people around pointed and whispered among themselves, no one actually stood up to speak.

As Yang Shuisheng watched from the side, the schadenfreude in his heart gradually faded, replaced by an indescribable irritation.

This boss is really going too far.

A tattered hair tie that costs only a few cents is being sold for ten dollars?

They pushed someone and injured them, drawing blood, and then wouldn't let them get bandaged up. That's outrageous!

Although there had been some unpleasantness between him and Yu Qianwei, that was all in the past. Now, seeing her, a young woman, clutching her bleeding arm and being blocked in the shop by scoundrels, surrounded by onlookers who didn't help, her helpless, aggrieved, and tearful appearance made Yang Shuisheng frown.

He's not a saint, but he still has basic principles and things he can't stand.

"Boss, that's enough."

Just as the shop owner was still spitting and forcing Yu Qianwei to pay compensation, and Yu Qianwei was crying even harder, Yang Shuisheng pushed aside the two onlookers and walked out.

"You're asking for ten dollars for a cheap hair tie that costs at most a few cents? What's the difference between that and outright robbery?"

"You pushed that girl's arm until it bled, and instead of sending someone to get it bandaged, you're blocking the door demanding money. Is this how you do business?"

His words were reasonable, and his voice was calm, yet they carried an imposing air.

The onlookers had long been dissatisfied with the boss, but dared not speak out. Now that someone had stood up and spoken out, revealing the true cost of the hair tie, others immediately echoed their sentiments.

"Exactly! Ten yuan for a hair tie? That's highway robbery!"

"You think you're in the right after injuring someone?"

"That boss is incredibly greedy!"

The shop owner never expected that someone would suddenly appear out of nowhere and immediately see through the cost of the hair ties.

"Who the hell are you?"

He glared at Yang Shuisheng, and seeing that the other man was young and dressed plainly, not seeming to be anyone important, his courage swelled again. He pointed at Yang Shuisheng and cursed, "Where did this brat come from? What's it to you!"

"I'll sell the stuff in this shop for whatever price I want."

"They broke my imported hair tie, so they have to pay ten yuan!"

"Even if the King of Heaven himself came, this would still be the case. You should stop meddling in other people's business."

He spoke with spittle flying, trying to overwhelm Yang Shuisheng with his imposing manner.

When Yu Qianwei and her classmates saw that the person who stepped forward was Yang Shuisheng, they all widened their eyes in surprise, their expressions full of astonishment.

They never expected to run into Yang Shuisheng here, and even less did they expect that this former fool, whom they had previously neglected and even mocked, would stand up for them at this moment.

Yu Qianwei clutched her bleeding arm, looking at Yang Shuisheng's calm profile, her heart filled with mixed emotions. Why did he help her?

"His hair tie is worth at most 50 cents."

Ignoring the boss's clamor, Yang Shuisheng turned to Yu Qianwei, who was still in a daze, and said, "Giving him 50 cents is already generous enough."

"Give him the money, and you all go to the clinic to get your wounds bandaged right away."

Yu Qianwei instinctively obeyed, hurriedly pulling out a 50-cent coin from her pocket with her uninjured right hand. However, she didn't dare to hand it directly to the fierce-looking boss, but instead timidly handed it to Yang Shuisheng.

Yang Shuisheng took the 50 cents, turned around, and casually tossed it onto the counter in front of the shopkeeper.

The coin landed on the glass table with a crisp "clink".

"Five cents, is that enough to pay for your hair tie?" Yang Shuisheng said casually, then nodded to Yu Qianwei and the others, "Let's go, let's go to the clinic first."

After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave with several female students.

"Stop right there! Who the hell said you could leave?" The shop owner was furious when Yang Shuisheng dared to only give him 50 cents and act as if the matter was settled. How could he let the cooked duck fly away? He hadn't even gotten the ten dollars yet!

He rushed forward, not to stop Yang Shuisheng, but to grab Yu Qianwei's uninjured right arm, who was about to follow, and pulled her back forcefully.

"what!"

Yu Qianwei felt a sharp pain in her right arm as it was pulled, and cried out in surprise. She staggered and almost fell over.

"Nobody's leaving today without paying ten dollars!" the boss said viciously, gripping Yu Qianwei's arm tightly.

"Let go!" Yu Qianwei's classmate screamed.

Yang Shuisheng's eyes turned cold. He originally didn't want to cause trouble and just wanted to pay five cents and leave, but this boss actually dared to stop him and even grabbed the other side of Yu Qianwei's injured arm.

So, the moment the boss grabbed Yu Qianwei's arm, Yang Shuisheng moved.

He shifted his feet and instantly appeared beside the boss. His right hand shot out like lightning, his five fingers like iron clamps, precisely gripping the boss's wrist that was holding Yu Qianwei.

He applied slight pressure with his fingers, pressing on a certain acupoint and the intersection of tendons on the boss's wrist.

This is a simple grappling technique passed down from our memories. It's not particularly advanced, but it's sufficient for dealing with ordinary people.

"Ouch!!"

The boss felt a sharp pain in his wrist, as if it were being clamped by iron clamps. It was both sore and numb, and he couldn't use his strength on half of his body. He involuntarily let go of Yu Qianwei's hand.

He tried to pry Yang Shuisheng's hand off with his other hand, but found that the fingers were as if welded to his wrist, and wouldn't budge.

"Ouch! Ouch! Let go! You fucking let go!" The boss was in so much pain he was jumping up and down, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

Yang Shuisheng still held his wrist, looking at him coldly: "Now, can we leave?"

The boss winced in pain, feeling as if the bones in his wrist were about to be crushed. He finally realized that this seemingly ordinary young man was a tough nut to crack.

"I can...I can walk! I can walk! Let go quickly, I don't want the money, and you don't have to pay for the hair tie." The boss begged for mercy repeatedly, forgetting all about the ten dollars and the imported hair tie. He just wanted this troublemaker to let go as soon as possible.

Yang Shuisheng then snorted coldly and loosened his grip.

The boss felt like he had been granted a pardon. He clutched his red and swollen wrist and backed away, looking at Yang Shuisheng in horror. He no longer dared to stop him.

Yang Shuisheng stopped looking at him and said to Yu Qianwei, who was still in a daze, "What are you standing there for? Let's go to the clinic."