The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

"Sister-in-law Cuihong, this...this isn't quite right, is it?"

Yang Shuisheng was caught off guard by her sudden request and instinctively leaned back, trying to create some distance between them.

The night breeze was slightly cool, but there seemed to be an invisible current of warmth flowing between the two of them.

Guo Cuihong looked up, her cheeks flushed alluringly in the moonlight. She bit her lip, her voice soft and trembling, carrying a pitiful quality: "I just feel a little cold, and it's windy in the mountains... so I just want to hug you to warm up, okay?"

She asked again, her eyes revealing not only shyness but also a hidden longing.

Looking into her watery eyes, Yang Shuisheng hesitated to utter the words of refusal.

As if possessed, he didn't say anything more, but silently stretched out his arm and stiffly and gently wrapped it around Guo Cuihong's shoulders and back.

Guo Cuihong's body was softer than he had imagined, and it also carried a uniquely feminine warmth and fragrance.

The moment his arm encircled her, Guo Cuihong trembled violently, as if she had been electrocuted. Then, as if she had found a support, she stretched out her arms without hesitation and hugged Yang Shuisheng's waist and back tightly, burying her entire soft body in his arms and pressing her face against his firm chest.

The two bodies were pressed tightly together.

Yang Shuisheng could clearly feel the amazing fullness and elasticity of her breasts, pressed tightly against his body, rising and falling slightly with her somewhat rapid breathing.

The scent of a mature woman emanating from her body kept wafting into his nose.

Her arms were wrapped tightly around his, and her fingers even unconsciously gripped the back of his shirt.

Through two thin layers of clothing, the temperature and curves of each other's bodies were clearly transmitted.

An extremely ambiguous sense of intimacy quickly spread.

Yang Shuisheng felt that the person in his arms was burning hot and trembling slightly, not knowing whether it was from the cold or something else.

His throat was a little dry. He composed himself and asked in a low voice, "Sister Cuihong, are you... feeling any better? Are you warmer?"

Guo Cuihong nestled in his arms and nodded gently, her hair tickling his chin.

She didn't speak, but tightened her arms around him and pressed her body closer together, as if trying to draw more warmth, or perhaps more than just warmth.

"It's...it's still a bit cold."

After a while, she said in a muffled, nasal voice, "Could you hold me a little tighter?"

Yang Shuisheng took a deep breath, tightened his grip on her, and held her even closer in his arms.

This position allowed her ample breasts to almost completely embed themselves into his chest, and the amazing softness and shape made the flame in his heart flare up again.

However, just as Yang Shuisheng was distracted and trying to control the restlessness in his body, he suddenly felt that Guo Cuihong's hand, which had originally been holding his clothes on the back, had slowly and tentatively moved away from his back and then gently touched the clothes on his chest.

Her palms were warm; even through the thin fabric of her clothes, he could clearly feel their softness and heat.

The hand didn't immediately move away, but began to gently stroke and press on his firm pectoral muscles.

The touch was gentle, with a tingling, electric-like sensation that instantly spread from my chest throughout my entire body!

Yang Shuisheng's body stiffened abruptly, instantly snapping him out of the ambiguous and romantic atmosphere. Almost instinctively, he used his arms to push Guo Cuihong away from his embrace.

"Sister-in-law Cuihong!"

Yang Shuisheng took a step back, his voice tinged with panic.

Guo Cuihong was suddenly pushed away by him. She staggered before regaining her balance, her face flushed red, and her eyes were filled with embarrassment, panic, and shame.

She seemed to wake up from a dream, only then realizing what she had just done!

God!

She actually went and touched a young man's chest! What kind of behavior is this!

"I'm...I'm sorry! Brother Shuisheng, I didn't mean to."

"I was just confused, please don't take it to heart. I... I'll go now."

She apologized incoherently, not daring to look Yang Shuisheng in the eye. After speaking, she turned around and ran towards the village without looking back, quickly disappearing into the night, leaving only a series of hurried footsteps.

Yang Shuisheng stood there, looking in the direction where Guo Cuihong had disappeared. He could still feel the warmth of her hand and the amazing softness of her touch on his chest.

He raised his hand and rubbed his temples, feeling a mix of confusion and helplessness.

Maybe I'm overthinking it?

She is, after all, a mother; how could she possibly have any thoughts about a mere boy like him?

It must be because I've been too irritable lately and tend to overthink things.

He shook his head, clearing his mind of these chaotic thoughts, took a deep breath, and started walking towards home.

I have to get up early tomorrow to go into the mountains.

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

He first carefully weighed and crushed the few common medicinal herbs he had bought from Huichuntang yesterday, according to the simplified formula of Lingwu Powder passed down in the tradition. Then he put them into a large wooden basin, added an appropriate amount of water, and began to soak them.

This process takes time, allowing the medicinal properties to slowly leach out and dissolve into the water.

While he was soaking the herbs, he went to the kitchen and made himself a simple breakfast.

After breakfast, I looked at the sun. The medicine had been soaking for a while, and the water had turned a light yellowish-brown, emitting a mixed herbal fragrance.

He took out the two new watering cans he had bought yesterday, carefully cleaned one of them, filtered out the residue from the soaked medicine, and poured it in.

The other spray bottle was filled with ordinary water.

Carrying two watering cans, he arrived at the edge of the two acres of land he had rented.

Yang Shuisheng first used a spray bottle filled with clean water to evenly sprinkle water on the entire plot of land to moisten the topsoil, which would help the seeds absorb water and germinate.

Then, he switched to the spray bottle that held the medicine.

This time, he sprayed very carefully.

The liquid medicine is in the form of a very fine mist, which is evenly sprinkled on the furrows and the soil covering the seeds.

He controlled the amount and area of ​​spraying, ensuring that every inch of the area that needed it was covered with the medicine, but without wasting too much.

This simplified version of Lingwu Powder works by gently stimulating seed activity, improving the microenvironment around the seeds, and helping them resist early-stage pests, diseases, and adverse weather conditions.

Although its effects are far less than those of a genuine Spirit Mist Powder, it is more than enough for an ordinary person.

It took him more than an hour just to spray the pesticide on the two acres of land.

By the time he finished, the sun was high in the sky, and he was slightly sweating.

But looking at the neat rows of fields and the moist soil, his heart was filled with anticipation.

Next, let's see what happens to these seeds.

Back home, he prepared the machete, rope, basket, and several cloth bags for carrying medicinal herbs he needed to go into the mountains. He also checked the two throwing darts he had hidden close to his body to make sure they were in order before heading towards the misty Daliang Mountains behind the village.

Yang Shuisheng was fairly familiar with the outskirts of the Daliang Mountains.

Following Guo Cuihong's description of the symptoms, he searched for those common herbs that could clear heat, reduce inflammation, promote blood circulation, and dissipate nodules.

These things are not rare; they can be found on the outer slopes and forest edges.

Before long, he had gathered all the medicinal herbs for Guo Cuihong, carefully packed them in a cloth bag, and put them in his basket.

Next came his main purpose for entering the mountains: to find medicinal herbs to help him break through the barrier of true qi.

According to traditional knowledge, certain medicinal herbs, especially those from specific years, can significantly increase the success rate.

Examples include ginseng that is over fifty years old, well-formed Polygonum multiflorum, and Dewdrop Grass that grows alongside damp lichens.

However, these medicinal herbs are all precious and hard to find, and most of them grow in remote mountains and forests, cliffs, or special environments.

Yang Shuisheng knew that the hope was slim, so he could only try his best to find a substitute with similar medicinal properties.

He traversed, climbed, and searched through the mountains and forests.

Time passed slowly, the sun gradually rose higher and then began to set in the west.

By 2 p.m., he had only found two barely usable substitute medicinal materials: a robust Polygonatum plant that was about ten years old, and a few leaves of Isodon japonicus that grew in shady rock crevices and had a faint coolness to them.

These two things are far less potent than the main ingredients recorded in the tradition, but they are better than nothing.

"It seems there's little hope left for the outside world."

Yang Shuisheng looked up, gazing deeper into the Daliang Mountains.

The woods there were denser and deeper, the light was dim, vines were entwined, and the air was filled with the smell of decaying branches and leaves and damp earth. Occasionally, the sounds of wild animals could be heard. The venomous snakes that Guo Cuihong had warned about were also more common in the depths.

But in order to find better medicinal materials, he had to take some risks.

So he gripped his machete tightly, became more alert, and headed deeper into the mountains.

The further you go in, the more pristine the environment becomes.

Towering ancient trees blocked out the sun, and beneath his feet lay a layer of humus that had accumulated over countless years, soft and spongy to the touch. Various strangely shaped vines and shrubs grew in abundance, often requiring him to clear a path with a machete.

The light became very dim, as if dusk had arrived early.

The air became colder and damper, with an indescribable fishy smell.

Yang Shuisheng was completely focused, carefully avoiding any potential poisonous insects and animal traps while keeping his eyes wide open, not missing any plants that looked unusual.

His senses were heightened to the extreme, and he paid close attention to any movement or rustling around him.

Just as he was searching for traces of the Dew-Gathering Grass at the bottom of a damp, moss-covered stone wall, he suddenly felt a continuous warmth emanating from the cool Soul Jade fragment he kept close to his body.

The warmth wasn't intense, but it was very clear, like a piece of warm jade being held in the palm of one's hand, continuously radiating heat from the place where it touched his skin.

Yang Shuisheng's heart jolted, and he stopped all movement.

The Soul Jade Fragment is reacting!

According to the information transmitted by the residual consciousness of Immortal Peach Jade, this means that another fragment of Soul Jade has appeared within a hundred miles.

Moreover, this warmth becomes more and more noticeable as you get closer.

He had an agreement with Immortal Peach Jade to help her collect all the scattered fragments of Soul Jade, so that she could rebuild her soul and be resurrected.

I didn't expect to find a clue so quickly!

While the medicinal herbs that aid in breakthroughs are important, finding the Soul Jade Fragment is related to the promise and whether Immortal Peach Jade can be resurrected, so it is obviously a higher priority.

Yang Shuisheng immediately put the search for herbs aside for the time being.

He focused his mind and carefully felt the warmth emanating from the fragment of the soul jade in his arms, and tried to move it slowly in different directions.

As he faced northwest, the warmth of the Soul Jade fragment seemed to intensify slightly. Although the change was extremely subtle, his perception was now sharp enough that he still noticed it.

"Is it over there...?"

Yang Shuisheng's sharp gaze turned to the northwest, a direction deeper and more mysterious into the Daliang Mountains.

He gripped the woodcutter's knife tightly, took a deep breath without hesitation, turned around, and followed the faint sensation emanating from the Soul Jade fragment, cautiously exploring that direction step by step.