The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

Considering that Yu Qianwei was still inside, Yang Shuisheng planned to lure Guo Cuihong away, but he needed to inform her before leaving.

"Sister Cuihong, please wait a moment while I go inside to get something."

"Oh, okay..."

Although Guo Cuihong felt a little strange, she didn't think much of it and just stood obediently at the door with a blush on her face, waiting.

Yang Shuisheng quickly turned around and went into the house, closing the door behind him.

Under the kerosene lamp, Yu Qianwei looked at him nervously, forgetting to eat the sponge cake in her hand.

"Is...is it Sister Cuihong?" Yu Qianwei asked softly, her face showing worry and embarrassment.

Everyone in the village knows that Guo Cuihong has a mentally challenged son.

"Um."

Yang Shuisheng nodded, walked to her side, and said quickly in a low voice, "She's not feeling well and came to see me. Stay here quietly and don't make a sound."

"I'll try to take her somewhere else to see. After we leave, once you've rested enough, you can quietly go home by yourself. Is that okay?"

He looked at Yu Qianwei's ankle. After his massage and the rest he had given her, the redness and swelling had subsided considerably. Walking back shouldn't be a problem, since they were in the same village and it wasn't far from her home.

"It can do it!"

Yu Qianwei nodded quickly and whispered, "Then you should go quickly, don't keep her waiting, and whatever you do, don't let her in."

She didn't want anyone to find out she was there.

"Um."

Yang Shuisheng turned to leave.

"Yang Shuisheng!"

Yu Qianwei suddenly called out to him in a low voice, and Yang Shuisheng turned around.

Yu Qianwei looked at him with a complicated expression.

"Thanks."

Yang Shuisheng looked at her grateful eyes and felt a slight stirring in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. He just gave her a slight smile, then opened the door and slipped out, gently closing the door behind him.

"Sister-in-law Cuihong, the kerosene lamp at home isn't very bright, so I can't see clearly."

"Let's go to the pond behind the mountain. It's quiet there with the moonlight, so we can see more clearly."

Yang Shuisheng made up an excuse at random.

"Go...go to the pond?"

Guo Cuihong was stunned for a moment. Where to go so late at night?

But the thought of seeing such a private place, by an empty, deserted pond, does seem to make me feel safer than inside a house with lights on or near a house, at least I won't be suddenly seen by someone.

"Okay, fine... I'll listen to you, Brother Shuisheng." Guo Cuihong lowered her head, her voice barely audible.

So Yang Shuisheng led her, avoiding the main roads in the village where people might still be walking, and followed the small path towards the pool in the back mountain.

The two remained silent the entire way, the only sounds being their footsteps and the chirping of insects in the grass.

Guo Cuihong followed half a step behind him, her heart pounding. She was worried about her illness and felt shy and nervous about the upcoming examination.

Arriving at the pool, the moonlight poured onto the calm surface and the surrounding stones, making it much brighter than in the village, and indeed quiet, with only the gurgling sound of water.

"Sister-in-law Cuihong, please sit down and let me take your pulse." Yang Shuisheng pointed to a flat, large rock by the pool.

Guo Cuihong sat down as instructed, and somewhat reservedly extended her wrist.

Yang Shuisheng placed three fingers on her pulse, examining it carefully.

Her pulse was slightly rapid and weak, indicating some internal heat. Combined with her description of chest tightness and pain, it's very likely that she has some inflammation, such as mastitis.

This is more common in women who have recently finished breastfeeding or who are emotionally distressed or fatigued.

However, there are many causes of chest pain. Simple inflammation is fine, but the real problem is when something that shouldn't be growing there grows, such as nodules, lumps, or even worse... that would be troublesome.

"Sister-in-law Cuihong, judging from your pulse, you have some deficiency heat, which may indicate a bit of inflammation."

After taking the pulse, Yang Shuisheng frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and carefully chose his words, saying, "But for this chest problem, we can't be completely sure what's going on inside just by taking the pulse."

"Some problems require... well, we need to check them by hand to see if there are any things that shouldn't be growing inside."

He spoke tactfully, but Guo Cuihong understood his meaning.

You need to touch it with your hand to check if there are any lumps inside.

Guo Cuihong's face turned pale instantly, and her eyes were filled with fear.

Something growing?

She had heard that if a woman has a growth in her chest, it could be a life-threatening disease.

If she's gone, what will happen to Xiaobao? Who will take care of him?

Overwhelmed by panic, she looked at Yang Shuisheng with pleading eyes and a trembling voice: "Shui...Brother Shuisheng, do you mean...you have to touch me to know?"

Yang Shuisheng was also a little embarrassed, but he nodded anyway: "Yes, this is the most accurate way. If you feel uncomfortable with it..."

"So convenient! So convenient!"

Guo Cuihong, as if afraid he would change his mind, quickly said, "You're a doctor, it's alright to treat patients, go ahead and touch me."

After she finished speaking, as if she had made a huge decision, she took a deep breath and actually started to unbutton her floral shirt.

One, two...

Under the moonlight, her slender fingers trembled slightly.

Yang Shuisheng was taken aback by her directness and hesitated for a moment before realizing it was too late to stop her.

Soon, Guo Cuihong unbuttoned all the buttons on her shirt, then grabbed the collar with both hands and gently pulled it open to both sides...

The moonlight shone on her without any obstruction.

Inside was a somewhat transparent old undershirt that didn't cover anything at all.

Beneath the t-shirt were two astonishingly white, round, and full mounds, clearly visible through the thin fabric.

Large swathes of snow-white skin and deep cleavage were exposed to the moonlight.

"Is...is it clearer this way?"

Guo Cuihong was so ashamed that she closed her eyes tightly and turned her head to the side, not daring to look at Yang Shuisheng at all.

"You...you can touch it..."

Her seemingly willing yet incredibly shy demeanor made Yang Shuisheng's throat go dry, and he inwardly cursed himself for lacking self-control.

He composed himself, cleared his mind of all distractions, and stretched out his hands, his palms warm and gently touching the surface.

The surface is surprisingly soft and elastic, with a smooth and warm feel.

Yang Shuisheng composed himself and gently pressed and kneaded along the full contours of the skin from the outside in, carefully feeling the condition beneath.

His movements were professional and meticulous, and his fingertips were keenly sensitive to the subtle internal changes.

Guo Cuihong's body trembled violently as if she had been electrocuted, and she froze completely.

She could clearly feel his warm, broad palms and nimble, powerful fingers moving and pressing on her sensitive areas, bringing waves of tingling and soreness she had never experienced before.

She bit her lip hard to stop herself from making strange noises, but her body trembled slightly uncontrollably, and large areas of skin on her cheeks, neck, and even chest were tinged with an alluring pink.

Fortunately, Yang Shuisheng's examination was quick.

After a thorough examination, he breathed a sigh of relief.

There were no obvious hard lumps or nodules inside, just some glandular hyperplasia, poor local blood circulation, and some inflammation, which caused the swelling and pain. It's not a big problem.

"Sister Cuihong, the checkup showed there's nothing seriously wrong."

He withdrew his hand, his tone becoming more relaxed: "It's just a bit of inflammation, and my blood circulation isn't quite right. I haven't developed anything that shouldn't be there."

"I'll get you some anti-inflammatory and blood-circulating medicine to take for a few days. Just be careful not to get angry or overwork yourself, and you should be fine."

"Really...really?"

Hearing that nothing was growing, Guo Cuihong finally felt relieved. She hurriedly and clumsily pulled her shirt up and buttoned it up, her face still burning, and said with her head down, "Thank you, Brother Shuisheng..."

"Yes, really," Yang Shuisheng affirmed.

Guo Cuihong was finally relieved, and then she thought of the medicine.

"So you're going to prescribe the same thing as before, and I'm supposed to go to town to get it?"

"No need to waste money going to town." Yang Shuisheng waved his hand. "They're all common herbs for clearing heat, reducing inflammation, promoting blood circulation, and resolving lumps. We can find them in the mountains."

"I'm going into the mountains tomorrow anyway, so I'll dig some up for you. You can boil it into a drink yourself."

"I can't accept this, I'm troubling you again..." Guo Cuihong felt grateful but also bad.

"It's nothing, it's just on my way," Yang Shuisheng said. "Just come to my house to pick up your medicine tomorrow night around this time."