The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

Yang Shuisheng felt a sudden tightness in his chest and, without thinking twice, quickly stepped forward and squatted down.

He first reached out to check the woman's breath; it was extremely weak, almost imperceptible.

He gently lifted her eyelids again and looked at her; her pupils were beginning to dilate.

"Excessive blood loss has also caused internal organ damage..."

Yang Shuisheng quickly assessed the situation and his expression turned grave.

If this situation is delayed any longer, he will really die.

Without hesitation, he immediately took out the silver needle pouch he always carried with him. Ignoring the difference between men and women, he carefully untied the blood-soaked and stiffened strip of cloth on the woman's left shoulder, revealing the hideous wound.

The skin and flesh were turned inside out, so deep that bone was visible, and blood was still slowly seeping out.

He took out the longest silver needle, his fingertips swirling with energy, and with a slight flash, the needle precisely pierced several acupoints near the woman's wound to stop the bleeding.

Then he quickly inserted needles into several major acupoints on her chest and abdomen to stimulate her heart and stabilize her internal organs. His technique was fast, accurate, and steady, showing a maturity beyond his years.

After administering the acupuncture, he pressed his hands against the woman's cold wrists and carefully channeled the two streams of pure Qi from his body into her body to protect her weak heartbeat, nourish her damaged internal organs, and at the same time forcefully urge her remaining Qi and blood to keep her alive until her last breath.

After performing these emergency treatments, Yang Shuisheng's forehead was already covered in sweat.

But he dared not stop. He took out a bamboo tube filled with water from his basket and found some common herbs with hemostatic and anti-inflammatory properties, which he crushed with a stone.

He tore off a relatively clean strip of cloth from his undergarment, dipped it in water, and carefully wiped and cleaned the wounds on the woman's shoulders and legs.

During the cleaning, it was inevitable to touch her exposed skin, which felt cool, smooth, and elastic, especially her shoulders. The wound was close to her collarbone and chest. During the cleaning, it was inevitable to see more of what she shouldn't have seen: snow-white skin and exaggerated curves. But Yang Shuisheng had no other thoughts at the moment and was only focused on cleaning.

After cleaning, he applied the crushed herbs to the wound.

"Relying solely on herbal acupressure is probably not enough."

Looking at the deep, bone-revealing shoulder wound, he gritted his teeth, pulled out an even thinner needle from his silver needle pouch, and carefully drew several strong silk threads from the edge of the lining of the woman's well-made tight-fitting clothes, threading them onto the needle.

Without anesthesia, we had to force it.

He first used silver needles to prick several acupoints to relieve pain and act as anesthesia, then took a deep breath and began to suture her wound with the homemade needle.

The needle pierced the skin and flesh, passed through, and tightened the thread... With each piercing, the unconscious woman's body would twitch uncontrollably, she would groan in pain, her brows would furrow even more, and more cold sweat would seep from her pale face.

Yang Shuisheng had no choice but to grit his teeth and continue, trying to be as quick and light as possible with fine and even stitches.

This process is agonizing for both the rescuers and the injured.

After treating her shoulder, they used straightened branches and strips of cloth to immobilize her suspected fractured left calf.

After working for more than two hours, Yang Shuisheng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the woman's pulse was still weak, it no longer flickered like a candle flame in the wind, her breathing became slightly more steady, and her face finally showed some signs of life.

The bleeding has stopped, and his life is temporarily saved.

Only then did Yang Shuisheng feel a strong wave of fatigue wash over him, not only physically but also mentally from being under intense stress for too long.

It was already dark.

He mustered his spirits, gathered some relatively dry branches and leaves nearby, and started a small campfire in a slightly sheltered spot at the foot of the cliff where he could still see the woman.

The flickering firelight dispelled some of the darkness and chill, and also illuminated the woman's unconscious face.

Yang Shuisheng sat by the fire, listening vigilantly to the sounds around him while occasionally checking the state of the Soul Jade fragment in his arms.

The fragments still emanated a distinct warmth, but he was clearly unable to continue tracking them at this moment.

She was still unconscious, and if he left, she would likely become food for some wild animals in the mountains.

Time passed second by second, and the forest was completely swallowed by darkness, with only this small campfire as the sole source of light and warmth.

Yang Shuisheng guarded the fire, and also the stranger whose fate was unknown, pondering his next move.

Should we take her with us?

Given her current condition, it's impossible for her to move.

Leaving her here to find the Soul Jade Fragment is tantamount to letting her wait to die.

We can only wait for her to wake up and then see how things go.

The premise is that she can make it through tonight...

This wait lasted a long five hours.

We kept watch from dusk until late at night, adding firewood to the campfire several times.

Until midnight, all was quiet except for the soft crackling of the flames.

Suddenly, the unconscious woman slowly opened her eyes.

Those were extremely beautiful eyes, with deep black pupils, like two deep, ancient wells, but at this moment they were filled with confusion, pain, and a sudden surge of wariness upon seeing a stranger!

Her gaze wandered aimlessly for a moment before quickly focusing on Yang Shuisheng, who was sitting by the fire looking at her.

"Who are you?"

Her voice was hoarse and weak, almost a whisper, but the wariness within it was clearly discernible.

She tried to move, but the sharp pain in her shoulder and calf made her groan immediately. Cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and she could only lie there stiffly, her eyes fixed on Yang Shuisheng.

Yang Shuisheng felt a little relieved when he saw that she had woken up. The fact that she had woken up meant that she had survived the most dangerous moment.

"My name is Yang Shuisheng, and I am a villager from Taohua'ao nearby."

He moved forward slightly, maintaining a distance that wouldn't make her too nervous, and replied calmly, "I happened to find you collapsed here, badly injured, while I was digging for medicinal herbs in the mountains today, so I helped you out."

"How are you feeling?"

As he spoke, he carefully observed the woman's reaction.

Her attire and demeanor told Yang Shuisheng that the woman before him was no ordinary person.

"You...you're from the city, aren't you?"

Yang Shuisheng asked directly, his gaze sweeping over the tattered but clearly not rural attire she was wearing.

"How did you end up in a place like the Liangshan Mountains all by yourself? And how did you get into this state?"

When the woman heard the words "from the city," her eyes flickered, and her vigilance deepened.

Her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she just pursed them tightly, looked away, and chose to remain silent while staring at the flickering flames.

She did not answer Yang Shuisheng's question, nor did she reveal her name.

"If you don't want to talk about it, then forget it."

Yang Shuisheng waited a few seconds, and seeing that she didn't want to talk, he shrugged indifferently: "I don't really want to know either, but I have to tell you that you are seriously injured. The wound on your shoulder is so deep that you can see the bone, your left calf may be fractured, and you have also suffered internal injuries due to excessive blood loss."

"You're lucky to have met me; you barely escaped with your life."

"But you will have to rest in bed for at least three days before you can even try to move around. Otherwise, if the wound reopens or the internal injuries worsen, even a miracle won't save you."

"Three days?"

Upon hearing this, the woman's pale face showed obvious anxiety and resistance. She turned her head sharply to look at Yang Shuisheng, her voice rising slightly with urgency, but the movement aggravated her wounds, causing her to furrow her brows in pain.

"No... I can't wait that long."

"I must get out of here as soon as possible."

As she spoke, she struggled to prop herself up with her uninjured right hand, but as soon as she exerted force, the pain made her vision go black, and she fell back down, panting heavily, her face full of pain and resentment.

Yang Shuisheng frowned even more as he looked at her.

This woman, who was clearly on the verge of death from her injuries, woke up and the first thing she did wasn't to be thankful for being rescued, but to rush away.

What is she afraid of?

Or are they hiding from something?

"What are you afraid of?"

Yang Shuisheng leaned forward, looking at her sharply.

"Are you still hiding from someone? Was your injury an accident or were you being chased?"

His question was direct, and the woman stiffened, her eyes filled with wariness as she looked at Yang Shuisheng. Her lips were pressed tightly together, and she remained silent, but her deep black eyes were churning with complex and unfathomable emotions.

"Fine, if you don't want to talk about it, I won't ask anymore."

Yang Shuisheng looked at her for a few seconds and suddenly felt a little bored.

He sat up straight, dusted off his hands, and said in a flat, even cold tone, "I'm not a policeman, I have no interest in digging into things."

"But I have to make this clear to you: in your current condition, if you want to leave the Daliang Mountains alive, you have to do as I say and lie down obediently for three days!"

"For the next three days, I will stay by your side to the end, find you food and water, and even change your dressings."

"But if you're determined to court disaster and want to leave now..."

He paused, looking at the woman's eyes widening slightly at his words, and said firmly, "Then go ahead, I'll leave immediately and won't stop you."

"So, you either listen to me and save your life, or choose your own path to death. The choice is yours."

I'll give you a minute to think about it.

After saying that, he stopped looking at her, picked up a twig and poked at the fire, sparks crackling and flying everywhere.

The firelight illuminated his calm and unquestionable profile, as well as the woman's struggling face.