The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

Yu Qianwei was flustered and her legs felt weak. She ran back along the path between the fields, not paying attention to where she was stepping.

Without noticing, I stepped on a loose stone and twisted my ankle.

"oops!"

She cried out in pain, instantly losing her balance and falling to the side, landing heavily in the roadside bushes.

A piercing pain shot through her ankle, bringing tears to her eyes instantly. She clutched her ankle, unable to get up for a long time.

Yang Shuisheng walked slowly behind her. When he saw this scene, he frowned and caught up with her in a few steps.

"Did you twist it?"

He squatted down and looked at the foot that Yu Qianwei was holding; the ankle was already a little red and swollen.

Yu Qianwei gasped in pain, nodded with tears in her eyes, but then felt ashamed of being so pathetic in front of Yang Shuisheng, so she quickly lowered her head.

Yang Shuisheng didn't say anything, but reached out and gently grasped her ankle, pressing his fingers around the red and swollen area.

Yu Qianwei trembled as her ankle was held in his warm hand, giving her a strange feeling that the pain seemed to lessen.

"No bones are broken, just a sprained tendon," Yang Shuisheng diagnosed.

He applied slight pressure with his fingers, carrying a warm sensation, and quickly massaged several acupoints and meridians on her ankle.

"Ah... be gentle..." Yu Qianwei couldn't help but whisper, but after the soreness, numbness and swelling brought by the massage, the stinging sensation in her ankle was indeed relieved a lot.

"Can you walk?" Yang Shuisheng asked.

Yu Qianwei tried to move her foot, and immediately winced in pain, shaking her head.

Yang Shuisheng sighed, turned around, and squatted down with his back to her: "Get on, I'll carry you back."

"No...no need..." Yu Qianwei blushed and subconsciously refused.

What kind of talk is it to let a man carry you home?

And it was Yang Shuisheng, someone she disliked.

"Then you'll climb back yourself?" Yang Shuisheng asked without turning his head. "Or do you plan to stay here until dawn?"

Yu Qianwei looked at the sky, which had become completely dark, then at her swollen ankle, bit her lip, and finally, blushing, slowly climbed onto Yang Shuisheng's back.

Yang Shuisheng supported her knees and helped her stand up easily.

Yu Qianwei was very light. Lying on his broad and sturdy back, she could feel the contours of his back muscles and the warmth emanating from them.

Her cheek was pressed against his neck, her breath filled with his clean and pleasant scent, and her heart began to race uncontrollably.

She could only use her uninjured arm to loosely wrap around his neck, trying her best not to press too close to him. However, with the rise and fall of his steps, friction and contact were inevitable, making her blush, her heart race, and her whole body feel uncomfortable.

And so, Yang Shuisheng carried her on his back and walked steadily toward the village.

As they approached Yu Qianwei's house, they could hear a fierce argument coming from her rather impressive brick house.

"Yu Jian, let me tell you, you have to take this money."

"My brother is getting on in years, and he finally found a wife, but she's asking for a dowry and a set of three turns and a radio."

"As the older sister, how could I not help her?"

It was the voice of Yu Qianwei's mother, Zhang Qiuju.

"Helping her out? Is that helping her out? You're going to empty your pockets!" Yu Jian's voice was filled with suppressed anger. "That's the money she received as gifts at Qianwei's college entrance celebration. It's money she's saving to pay for her tuition."

"You're going to use that to get your brother a wife? That's outrageous!"

"How did I empty my savings?" Zhang Qiuju's voice rose even higher. "I received more than a thousand yuan in wedding gifts. Qianwei's tuition and living expenses for a semester are at most four or five hundred yuan. If I take half, it's only five hundred yuan."

"What's wrong with giving it to my brother in an emergency?"

"The remaining amount is enough for her this semester; we can save more next semester."

"You only care about your daughter. Do you even care about me, your wife, or my family?"

"Bullshit!" Yu Jian seemed to slam his fist on the table. "That's two different things! Your brother getting married is his own business; it's your parents' business to worry about it!"

"Why should my daughter's school fees be used to cover financial losses?"

"Let me tell you, you can't touch a single penny of this money. If you dare to touch it, I'll never forgive you."

"Yu Jian! You have no conscience!"

"I've been married to you for so many years, bearing your children and managing this household. What's wrong with me contributing a little money to help my family? Huh!"

"You're going to haggle over every penny of five hundred? I can't live like this anymore."

"If you can't live it, then don't live it!"

The ensuing foul language and mutual accusations became increasingly offensive.

Yu Qianwei lay on Yang Shuisheng's back, listening to her parents arguing fiercely over money. She felt extremely upset, especially when she heard that her mother was even considering taking money from her tuition fees.

She knew her mother always favored her maternal grandmother's family, especially her uncle who was idle and only knew how to ask for money. But she never expected her mother to have designs on her tuition fees.

She remembered that whenever her uncle came to visit, he was always glib, lazy, and the way he looked at people made her uncomfortable.

My mother always said that my uncle had a hard life and that we should help him out more.

Thinking about all this, tears welled up uncontrollably again.

She didn't want to go home, didn't want to face her arguing parents, and even less did she want to see her mother take her tuition fees for her uncle.

She wanted to leave this small mountain village, so she studied desperately and finally got into university. If there were no tuition fees, all her years of hard work would have been in vain.

"Yang Shuisheng...I...I don't want to go home."

She gently tugged at Yang Shuisheng's collar, buried her face in his shoulder, and whispered with a heavy nasal tone, "Could you take me to your place for a while?"

Yang Shuisheng paused, turned his head to look at the tear-stained face on his shoulder, a face filled with grievance and sadness, and understood seven or eight parts of the situation.

"Um."

Without asking any further questions, he turned and carried her on his back towards his row of dilapidated houses.

Back at Yang Shuisheng's house, it was terrifyingly dark inside.

Yang Shuisheng lit the kerosene lamp and placed Yu Qianwei on the chair next to the newly made eight-immortal table.

"Thank you..." Yu Qianwei said softly, still feeling down.

Yang Shuisheng didn't say anything. He took out the bag of chicken cakes and peach shortbread from the things Su Danian had given him, put a few pieces in a bowl, and placed them in front of Yu Qianwei.

"Just eat this."

Looking at the glistening, fragrant chicken cake and peach shortbread in the bowl, Yu Qianwei's stomach rumbled involuntarily.

She's been hungry since noon, having only taken some medicine at the health center.

Looking at the snacks, she hesitated and muttered under her breath, "What kind of person is he... hiding food when there is it, as if I've never given you anything to eat before."

She remembered when Yang Shuisheng was mentally challenged, she had tried to avoid him like everyone else, but she had secretly given him steamed buns and sweet potatoes a few times.

So her words carried a hint of grievance, and also a touch of coquettishness that she herself was unaware of.

Yang Shuisheng found it amusing; this young lady was still fussing over this even at a time like this.

"Yes, I am that stingy."

He deliberately put on a stern face: "If you don't want to eat it, fine, I'll save it for breakfast tomorrow."

"Who said I'm not eating!"

Afraid that he would really take it, Yu Qianwei quickly reached out and grabbed a piece of sponge cake, eating it in small bites.

The snacks smelled delicious, which cheered her up a little.

As she ate, she secretly glanced around the room.

Although the furniture was all new, the house itself was dilapidated and empty, far worse than her home.

But for some reason, staying here, listening to the occasional chirping of insects outside, and looking at Yang Shuisheng's quiet profile under the kerosene lamp, she felt a strange sense of peace, much more comfortable than listening to her parents arguing at home.

"Water Brothers!"

Just as Yu Qianwei was halfway through her snack and her mood had calmed down a bit, there was a knock on the door.

"Brother Shuisheng, are you home?"

It's Guo Cuihong's voice!

Yu Qianwei was so startled that her hand trembled, and she almost dropped half a piece of sponge cake on the ground.

She suddenly looked up at Yang Shuisheng, her eyes filled with panic and helplessness.

It was late at night, and she, a young woman, was staying at Yang Shuisheng's house. If someone saw her like this and it got out, her reputation would be completely ruined.

Yang Shuisheng also frowned.

What is Guo Cuihong doing here at this time?

"Yes, Sister Cuihong, is there anything I can help you with?"

Yang Shuisheng responded while gesturing for Yu Qianwei to be quiet. He then walked quickly to the door but did not open it immediately. Instead, he asked through the door.

He was afraid that if Guo Cuihong came in directly and saw Yu Qianwei, he would try his best to avoid misunderstandings.

"Brother Shuisheng, I...I'm feeling a little unwell."

Guo Cuihong, standing outside the door, seemed to hesitate for a moment. Lowering her voice, with a hint of shyness and reluctance, she said through the door, "I'd like to ask you to take a look. Are you available now?"

Yang Shuisheng sensed something was wrong in her voice and thought something was really wrong, so he opened the door a crack, slipped out to the side, and quickly closed the door again, shutting out Yu Qianwei and the light inside the room.

The moonlight outside was cold and clear. Guo Cuihong stood at the door, still wearing the same worn floral shirt. Her hair was a little messy, and her face had an unnatural flush. Her eyes darted away, and she didn't dare to look at Yang Shuisheng.

She unconsciously clasped her hands in front of her lower abdomen, looking ashamed to speak.

"Sister-in-law Cuihong, where do you feel unwell?" Yang Shuisheng looked her over by the moonlight and saw that although her face was red, she did not seem to have a fever and her complexion was fine.

"It's...it's my chest..."

Guo Cuihong's face turned even redder, her head drooped even lower, and her voice was barely audible, filled with deep shyness and embarrassment.

"My chest feels bloated and a little painful..."

"I don't know what's wrong, so I'd like you to take a look."

As she spoke, she subconsciously crossed her arms slightly over her chest.

The already tight-fitting floral shirt, because of this movement, made the full and rounded contours of her chest even more noticeable and perky, undulating in an alluring curve under the moonlight.

Although she had given birth, she was still young and her figure hadn't changed. Instead, she had the unique charm of a mature woman, and her shyness and discomfort at that moment added to her alluring charm.