The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

After learning the details, he stopped and quietly retreated from the woodpile. He then quickened his pace and almost ran towards his home.

He had to go back and ask Lin Wan immediately if those people were looking for her!

If that's true, then the trouble Lin Wan has gotten herself into is probably bigger than he imagined.

Those people don't look like nice guys!

I rushed home in a panic, pushed open the broken wooden door, and found the house completely dark inside.

Only the cold moonlight filtering through the broken window cast a few blurry patches of light on the ground.

"Lin Wan?"

Yang Shuisheng called out in a low voice, and reached out to touch the kerosene lamp placed by the door.

no respond.

But there seemed to be a very faint sound of water being stirred inside.

Yang Shuisheng's heart tightened. Had something happened?

He didn't bother to light the lamps; relying on his memory and familiarity with the layout of the room, he rushed to the door of the inner room in a few steps.

The door was ajar, not closed properly.

There were no lights on inside either, but moonlight shone in through the slightly larger, broken window, making it brighter than the outer room.

Yang Shuisheng pushed the door open and eagerly glanced inside.

Then he froze at the doorway, his pupils dilated, and his mind went blank.

Under the moonlight, Lin Wan stood in the center of the room with her back to the door.

She was only wearing a thin, old undershirt, a clean piece of clothing that Yang Shuisheng had left in the closet. The undershirt was very short, barely covering her upper thighs.

Below... it seems like she's not wearing anything.

She was bending over, using the wooden basin that Yang Shuisheng usually used to wash his face, which was half full of water, and holding a damp cloth in her hand, carefully wiping her body.

The undershirt clung tightly to her smooth back and slender waist as she bent over and got wet, outlining a breathtaking curve.

Her t-shirt hem lifted up with her movement, revealing a pair of straight, slender, and fair legs that extended all the way to her pert and rounded buttocks, gleaming with an ivory-like, delicate and alluring luster in the moonlight.

Her left shoulder was still wrapped in gauze. She raised her right arm and wiped her neck and arm with a cloth. As she moved, the full outline of her breasts was clearly visible under her thin shirt. With her movements, the protrusions were faintly visible.

Water droplets slid down her smooth calves and ankles, dripping onto the ground.

The wet ends of her hair clung to her fair neck and collarbone, creating an alluring beauty in the whole scene.

Yang Shuisheng's movement of pushing open the door startled her.

Lin Wan's body stiffened abruptly, and she stopped moving. Then she turned around stiffly.

Eyes facing each other.

Lin Wan's face flushed red, her eyes filled with fear, shame, indignation, and helplessness!

She was still holding a wet towel in one hand, and instinctively wanted to cover her body with the other, but she didn't know whether to cover her upper or lower body. In her panic, she could only futilely hug the wet towel to her chest. Her body trembled slightly, her eyes widened, and she stared at Yang Shuisheng who had suddenly barged in. Her lips trembled, but she couldn't say a word.

Yang Shuisheng finally snapped out of his shock. He instinctively looked away and turned around, his voice tinged with embarrassment: "I...I'm sorry, I didn't know you were wiping your body. I...I have something urgent to discuss with you."

"Why didn't you knock before coming in?"

With a sob and a voice filled with shame and indignation, Lin Wan questioned him tremblingly, while frantically pressing the wet cloth in her hand tightly against her chest, and futilely pulling down the hem of her pitifully short undershirt with her other hand, trying to cover more of her skin.

But the fabric was wet and thin, and when it clung to her body, it accentuated her curves even more. Under the moonlight, her long, straight legs, slender waist, and pert buttocks were still clearly visible, making one's mouth dry.

"I called you but you didn't answer."

Yang Shuisheng, with his back to her, felt somewhat awkward, but more so a sense of urgency. He spoke quickly and directly: "I thought something had happened to you. Besides, this is my house. Why would I knock on my own door when I'm going home?"

His words were reasonable, leaving Lin Wan speechless for a moment. Her face flushed red and pale, and she was both angry and ashamed, but she couldn't refute them.

This is indeed his home, and it's where she, this uninvited guest, is staying temporarily.

She was so engrossed in the comfort of washing herself, and the sound of water distracted her that she didn't hear Yang Shuisheng enter the room or call her name.

"You...you go out first, let me get dressed first." Lin Wan bit her lip, her voice so low it was like a mosquito's hum, filled with deep embarrassment.

"Okay, then hurry up, I really have something urgent to attend to."

Yang Shuisheng said no more and immediately left, closing the flimsy door behind him.

He stood in the dark outer room and could hear the rustling sounds of someone hurriedly dressing, and suppressed groans of pain from the movement aggravating their wounds.

He took a few deep breaths to calm the shock of that fleeting glimpse and the lingering strange feeling in his heart.

"Alright, come in."

After about two or three minutes, Lin Wan's voice, which had calmed down considerably, came from inside, and Yang Shuisheng then pushed the door open again and went in.

Lin Wan had already put on her tattered dark blue outfit and pants, and was sitting on the edge of the new wooden bed.

Her hair was still wet and clung to her cheeks and neck. Her face was pale, but the blush of shame and indignation she had felt earlier had faded, replaced by a pale weariness and a vague unease.

She kept her head down and didn't look at Yang Shuisheng, clearly still not fully recovered from the awkwardness just now, and her expression was indeed not very good.

Yang Shuisheng didn't bring up the matter again, as if nothing had happened.

He walked to the bedside, pulled up a chair, sat down, and looked at her, getting straight to the point.

"When I first came back, I saw Zhao Hu in the village. He's a local thug. He was leading three strange men. Judging from their clothes, they looked like they came from the city, and they didn't sound like locals."

"I overheard them talking. They were looking for someone who had gone missing on a highway near the Daliang Mountains. The car was still on the side of the road, but the person was gone."

"They've instructed Zhao Hu to organize villagers familiar with the mountains tomorrow, under the guise of gathering herbs and hunting, to search the area. The key point is..."

He paused, watching Lin Wan suddenly raise her eyes in horror, and said, word by word, "They're looking for a woman."

"They specifically instructed Zhao Hu to keep it a secret and not let anyone know that they were looking for a woman."

Lin Wan's body trembled violently, and her face, which had just regained some color, instantly turned deathly pale again, her eyes filled with immense fear and panic.

"It's...it's them, they must have come to find me!"

Her lips trembled, and it took her a long time to utter a sound, which was trembling.

"Who is looking for you?" Yang Shuisheng stared intently at her, pressing for an answer. "Are they good people or bad people?"

"I don't know, I really can't tell."

Lin Wan's eyes flickered violently, filled with struggle and confusion. She shook her head vigorously, her voice filled with helplessness and deep wariness: "Now, apart from my family, I don't trust anyone, and I dare not believe anyone's words."

She hugged her arms tightly, her body trembling slightly, as if she were caught up in some terrible memory and fear.

"Yang Shuisheng, could you... could you do me a favor?"

Suddenly, as if remembering something, she abruptly raised her head to look at Yang Shuisheng, a glimmer of hope flashing in her eyes, and said urgently, "Help me send a letter to my father in the provincial capital."

"As long as the letter reaches him, he will definitely find a way to save me."

She looked at Yang Shuisheng with pleading and expectation in her eyes, as if she had grasped at the last straw.