The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

"Why should I? Because you're still my legal wife, Wang Defa's wife."

"Your money is my money!"

"Stop talking nonsense and give me five hundred yuan right now." The man persisted.

"No!"

"You're kidding me. I saw you counting money last night, and it wasn't just five hundred. You hid it in that counter."

"That's my rent money, and the cost of goods I need for next month's purchases. You can't take it."

"Wang Defa, you'd better not push me!"

The proprietress's voice was filled with despair.

"So what if I force you? I'm going to take it today!"

"Are you going to give it to me or not? If not, I'll take it myself!"

Then came the sounds of pulling and things being knocked over.

Yang Shuisheng paused, his brows furrowing.

Even the most upright official finds it difficult to settle family disputes, especially those that are nominally marital conflicts.

He intended to turn around and leave to avoid embarrassment.

But just then...

"Snap—"

A crisp, loud slap suddenly rang out from inside the store.

Immediately following was a heart-wrenching cry and scream from the landlady.

"Ah—Wang Defa! You bastard!"

"Give me back my money. It's my lifeline. You can't take it away."

"Help!"

That cry for help was heart-wrenching, filled with despair!

The next second, a man rushed out of the store and almost bumped into Yang Shuisheng, who was standing at the store entrance.

The man was about forty years old, with a weasel-like face and wearing a wrinkled gray suit. His hair was greasy, and he had a fleshy face. At this moment, he had a smug grin on his face and was tightly clutching a roll of banknotes in his hand.

This was the Wang Defa the landlady had mentioned.

"Get out of the way! A good dog doesn't block the way!"

Wang Defa was blocked by Yang Shuisheng and immediately started cursing, reaching out to push Yang Shuisheng away.

Yang Shuisheng didn't want to meddle in other people's business, especially such messy disputes between husband and wife.

But the other party's insults were rather unreasonable, and a woman even chased him out of the store—the same shop owner who had sold him clothes last time.

She was wearing a plain floral shirt today, her hair was a little messy, there was a red and swollen handprint on her left cheek, her eyes were red and swollen from crying, and there were still tear stains on her face. She was staring intently at the money in Wang Defa's hand, her eyes filled with despair and anger.

"Wang Defa! Give me back my money!" The proprietress cried and chased after him, trying to grab Wang Defa.

Wang Defa shoved her away and cursed viciously, "You bitch, get out of here!"

Seeing the clear handprint on the proprietress's face and her desperate eyes, and then looking at Wang Defa's arrogant and domineering attitude—robbing money and then cursing—Yang Shuisheng's initial thought of not meddling in other people's business vanished instantly.

Leave the money behind.

He shifted his stance and blocked Wang Defa's path.

Only then did Wang Defa properly examine Yang Shuisheng. Seeing how young he was, he immediately sneered, his face full of disdain: "Who the hell do you think you are? You dare to meddle in my business?"

"Get out of my way, or I'll deal with you too! You hear me?"

He waved the banknotes in his hand, his spittle almost hitting Yang Shuisheng's face.

Yang Shuisheng didn't even blink, just stared quietly at Wang Defa: "I'll give you ten seconds. Either you obediently take out the money and return it to the boss's wife, or..."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Wang Defa's arrogant face: "I'll personally help you carry it."

"What? Ten seconds? And you're doing it yourself?"

Wang Defa deliberately picked at his ear, then, imitating Yang Shuisheng, began counting down in a cheeky manner: "Ten, nine, eight, seven..."

"Kid, you've been watching too many movies, haven't you? What are you pretending to be, all high and mighty?"

"I'm standing right here. I'll see what you're capable of taking the money from me!"

"Six, five..."

As he counted down, he deliberately weighed the money in his hand, looking at Yang Shuisheng provocatively with a face full of mockery and disdain.

The surrounding vendors and passersby were also attracted and began to gather around to watch the excitement, pointing and commenting.

The proprietress also looked at Yang Shuisheng nervously, her eyes filled with both gratitude and worry. She was afraid that this kind-hearted young man would get into trouble because of her.

"Four, three, two, one, time's up!"

After counting down, Wang Defa exaggeratedly spread his arms wide, looking like he was asking for a beating.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Yang Shuisheng made a move.

He was so fast that he left only a blur.

"ah--"

Wang Defa felt a blur before his eyes, and then a sudden, sharp pain shot through his wrist, as if it were being clamped by iron clamps and his bones were about to shatter.

He let out a scream, and the banknotes in his hand slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground with a thud.

Immediately afterwards, he was struck hard in the abdomen again, his scream turned into a gasp of cold air, and his body involuntarily arched up.

Then Yang Shuisheng grabbed his other arm and twisted and pressed it.

"Thump!"

Before Wang Defa could even react, he was slammed face down onto the ground, his nose hitting the rough stone pavement with a burning pain, and tears and snot streamed down his face.

"Ouch! That hurts! It hurts like hell!"

"Let go, you fucking let go."

Wang Defa screamed in pain and struggled desperately on the ground, but the hand holding him down was like a mountain, completely unmoving.

"Kid! You dare touch me? Do you know who I am?"

Although Wang Defa was subdued, he continued to shout threats.

"I have brothers in this world too. You better let me go right now, pick up the money, kowtow to me and apologize, or when my brothers come, they'll kill you."

Yang Shuisheng was too lazy to waste words with him. With his free hand, he picked up the roll of banknotes on the ground and handed it to the proprietress who was still standing there in shock.

"Boss lady, can you count them to see if they're correct?"

The proprietress then seemed to wake from a dream, hurriedly took the money, her fingers trembling as she quickly counted it, and then nodded vigorously: "That's right, a thousand yuan, not a penny less."

"Thank you, young man."

After confirming the amount was correct, Yang Shuisheng finally released his grip and stood up, looking down at Wang Defa coldly, saying, "Get lost! If you dare to cause trouble here again, I'll cripple both your legs next time, understand?"

Wang Defa struggled to his feet, his face covered in ash and blood, his nose broken. He covered his face and stomach, glaring at Yang Shuisheng with a mixture of anger and fear, his eyes filled with venom, but he dared not approach him again.

"Good! Good lad! You've got guts!"

As he backed away, he pointed at Yang Shuisheng and threatened, "You just wait, I'm going to call for backup right now. You better not run away!"

After saying that, fearing that Yang Shuisheng would attack again, he didn't even bother to wipe the blood from his nose, and turned around and limped away.

"Young man, you should leave quickly." Seeing that Wang Defa had actually gone to call for help, the proprietress hurriedly said to Yang Shuisheng, "The people Wang Defa knows are all thugs in town, they don't know their own strength. It's not worth you getting involved with them for my sake, you should leave quickly!"

As she spoke, she hurriedly pulled out a fifty-yuan note from the roll of money and insisted on handing it to Yang Shuisheng: "Take this fifty yuan, consider it a small token of my appreciation."

"Need not."

Yang Shuisheng didn't take the money, but shook his head and said, "Keep the money safe. Since I dare to interfere, I'm not afraid of him calling for help."

"But before that, I need to buy two outfits."

Looking at the shop owner's still panicked face, he added, "Shop owner, do you have any new styles suitable for young women in your shop?"

"I want something made of better quality material, with a clean and simple design."

Although Lin Wan is beautiful and has a great figure, she would definitely look good in anything, but he still prefers something simpler.

"Yes! Yes! Young man, please come in."

The proprietress realized what was happening and hurriedly pointed into the store, saying, "We just received a new batch of goods. There are several styles that the girls say look good in. Come in and take your time to choose."