The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

"What the hell are you laughing at?" Seeing Yang Shuisheng's smile, one of the thugs pointed at him with a wooden stick, somewhat annoyed. "Are you scared out of your wits? Or have you gone crazy knowing you're about to be finished?"

Yu Qianwei, who was standing next to her, heard the other person mention Brother Kun and saw that Yang Shuisheng was not afraid at all, but even smiling. She suddenly remembered that she had indeed heard people talking about it on the day of the graduation banquet. They said that Yang Shuisheng knew Brother Kun from the town and that they had a good relationship.

Her fear lessened considerably, and she even felt a surge of confidence. She shouted at the thugs, "You...you guys, don't mess around. Yang Shuisheng knows your Brother Kun, and they're on good terms."

"If you dare touch him, be careful, Brother Kun will come after you!"

"What? He knows Brother Kun?" The thugs looked at each other and burst into laughter, their faces full of disbelief and mockery. "Him? He knows Brother Kun? He doesn't even bother to think before he speaks."

"Exactly! Who is Brother Kun? How could he possibly know this little brat?"

"Little girl, if you want to scare us, at least come up with a plausible reason."

The shop owner chimed in, saying sarcastically, "If he knows Brother Kun, I'll write his name backwards."

"Kid, don't think you can pretend to be a big shot just because you can fight a couple of times. On Wolf Brother's turf, if you're a dragon, you have to coil up; if you're a tiger, you have to lie low."

"Yang Shuisheng, don't you know Brother Kun?"

Seeing that they didn't believe her at all, Yu Qianwei became anxious again and looked at Yang Shuisheng: "You have to think of something quickly, there are so many of them..."

"It's okay."

Yang Shuisheng patted her shoulder to signal her not to panic, then turned to look at the group of thugs who were rubbing their hands together, already showing signs of impatience.

"I really don't take them seriously."

"Damn! You're quite the actor." The leader of the thugs was completely enraged. He waved his hand and said, "Brothers, let's go, loosen this kid's bones, let him know that on Brother Wolf's turf, showing off comes at a price."

Several thugs, brandishing wooden sticks and cursing, rushed up.

In their view, no matter how good Yang Shuisheng was at fighting, he couldn't fight against four people, especially since they had weapons!

However, what happened next left Yu Qianwei and her classmates, as well as the shop owner who was waiting to see a good show, completely dumbfounded!

With a slight shift in his footing, Yang Shuisheng's figure blurred instantly, and he darted like a ghost between the two thugs at the front.

He didn't even use darts; his hands moved so fast, like butterflies flitting among flowers, that they left only afterimages.

"Bang! Bang! Ouch!"

"Crack!" The sound of the wooden stick breaking.

"Ouch—my arm!"

"Thump!"

"..."

A series of sounds erupted rapidly within just two or three seconds.

When everyone saw clearly, the five or six thugs who had been so aggressive just moments before were all lying on the ground.

Some screamed in agony, clutching their twisted arms; some curled up like shrimp, clutching their stomachs; and some were kicked away and crashed into the wall, groaning and unable to get up.

The wooden sticks in their hands were either broken or fell to the side.

Yang Shuisheng remained standing in the same spot, clapping his hands calmly, as if he had merely swatted away a few flies.

Silence! Deathly silence!

Yu Qianwei and her classmates stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what they were seeing.

Is this...is this even human?

One person, unarmed, instantly took down five or six armed thugs?

This is even more impressive than the martial arts stars in movies.

The shop owner was so frightened that his face turned deathly pale. The half-broken wooden stick in his hand clattered to the ground, and his body trembled uncontrollably. His eyes were filled with fear as he looked at Yang Shuisheng.

Only then did he realize what kind of nemesis he had offended.

Yang Shuisheng ignored the thug groaning on the ground and the terrified shop owner, and instead said to Yu Qianwei and her classmate, who were still in a daze, "The last bus to the county town is about to leave, isn't it? Aren't you getting on?"

"Huh? Oh! Right! Get in! Get in!"

Yu Qianwei's classmate snapped out of her daze and quickly helped up another classmate who was still in a daze. They hurriedly ran into the station, and before leaving, they didn't forget to cast a grateful and respectful glance at Yang Shuisheng.

Yu Qianwei didn't move. She stood there staring blankly at Yang Shuisheng, her eyes filled with a complex mix of shock, lingering fear, and a strange glint that she herself didn't even realize.

As the shop owner watched the students run into the station, then looked at the Wolf Brother's henchmen lying on the ground, and then at Yang Shuisheng, who remained calm, the fear in his heart was gradually replaced by resentment and bitterness.

"Good! Good lad!"

He gritted his teeth and shouted at Yang Shuisheng, "You've got some guts, but don't get cocky. You dare to hit even Brother Wolf's men. You're finished in Daliang Town."

"Don't you dare leave, you just wait and see."

"I'm going to call Brother Wolf right now, let's see how long you can be so arrogant."

Yang Shuisheng glanced at him as if he were an idiot, too lazy to even acknowledge him, and simply said to Yu Qianwei beside him, "Let's go too, if we dawdle any longer, the bus back to the village will be leaving soon."

Because the last bus is at 8:30, if they miss it, they will have to walk back.

Seeing that the two most crucial people were about to leave, the shop owner hurriedly shouted, "You're not allowed to leave!"

"Why can't we leave?" Yang Shuisheng finally replied, his tone a little impatient. "If we don't leave now, we'll miss the bus."

"If you want to cause trouble, or if you want to call your 'Brother Wolf' or whatever, go find me in Peach Blossom Valley. My name is Yang Shuisheng, and I'll be waiting for you anytime."

He spoke casually, completely disregarding the shop owner's threat.

After saying that, he naturally pulled up Yu Qianwei, who was still in a daze, turned around and walked into the station, leaving behind a dashing figure.

Yu Qianwei's heart skipped a beat as his warm, large hand held hers. Two blushes instantly rose on her face. She instinctively tried to pull her hand away, but Yang Shuisheng held it firmly with just the right amount of force, making it impossible for her to break free.

Her mind was in turmoil, and she was pulled along by Yang Shuisheng into the noisy station in a daze.

The minibus to Taohua'ao was just about to depart; it was quite crowded, with few empty seats.

Yang Shuisheng glanced around and found that there were only two empty seats in the last row, but it was very crowded.

"Just sit there."

Yang Shuisheng pulled Yu Qianwei over and sat down first by the window.

Yu Qianwei could only sit next to him in a seat near the aisle.

The two were arm in arm, and their thighs were almost touching.

The air in the carriage was stuffy, filled with the smells of sweat, tobacco, and dust, but Yu Qianwei could clearly smell the clean and refreshing scent of Yang Shuisheng beside her, as well as the warmth emanating from his body.

Her face turned even redder, her heart pounded wildly, and her body stiffened involuntarily. She shifted slightly toward the aisle, trying to create some distance.

However, the minibus was traveling on a dilapidated dirt road that had been in disrepair for many years, full of potholes.

The bus had barely left the station when it experienced a major bump.

"what!"

Yu Qianwei was still unsettled and hadn't settled properly when she was jolted so hard that she cried out and fell sharply towards Yang Shuisheng.

Yang Shuisheng reacted extremely quickly, almost instantly extending his strong arm to grab her slender waist, catching her steadily and pulling her into his arms.

Yu Qianwei felt dizzy and disoriented. When she came to her senses, she was already half-lying on Yang Shuisheng's strong and broad chest.

Her cheek was pressed against his warm, hard chest, and she could hear his steady, powerful heartbeat. Her nose was filled with his pleasant masculine scent.

Yang Shuisheng's hand was tightly wrapped around her waist, the burning heat of his palm seeping through her thin clothes and scorching her skin.

"I'm...I'm sorry!"

Yu Qianwei blushed deeply with embarrassment and frantically tried to sit up and escape this heart-pounding intimate contact.

But Yang Shuisheng tightened his grip on her arm, pressing her closer to him, and whispered in her ear, his voice warm, "Don't move around too much on this bumpy road, or you'll fall again."

His breath brushed against Yu Qianwei's sensitive earlobe, causing her to tremble and her body to go limp on one side, her struggles weakening.

She glanced up furtively and noticed that the other passengers on the bus were either dozing off or chatting, and it seemed that no one was paying any attention to what was happening in the row behind them.

She was both ashamed and anxious, but dared not struggle too hard for fear of attracting attention.

So she could only stiffly remain in this half-lying position in his arms, feeling the rise and fall of his chest and the presence of that big hand on her waist, her face burning hot, and her heart pounding as if it were about to jump out of her chest.

She could even feel Yang Shuisheng's fingers, seemingly still on her waist, gently caressing her.

The rest of the journey felt like an eternity to Yu Qianwei, yet it also seemed to pass in the blink of an eye.

Her head was spinning, and her body was trembling slightly from nervousness, yet she felt a sense of security she had never felt before in Yang Shuisheng's domineering confinement.

With each bump in the minibus, she and he pressed closer together, creating even more heat and sensation that made her blush.

The minibus screeched to a halt at the fork in the road leading to Taohua'ao, and the driver called out gruffly, "Taohua'ao, we've arrived!"

Yu Qianwei seemed to be startled awake. She suddenly broke free from Yang Shuisheng's embrace, ignoring the pain in her arm. With her head down, she squeezed past the other passengers as if fleeing, hurriedly got off the bus, and walked quickly down the village path without looking back. Her back view was flustered, as if a ghost was chasing her.

Yang Shuisheng watched her fleeing figure, a faint smile playing on his lips.

He touched his nose, as if the faint fragrance of the girl's hair and the soft touch of her body still lingered.

This girl feels nice to the touch.