The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

"Didn't you just say you were going to beat me up?"

Yang Shuisheng looked at the group of thugs, his tone carrying a hint of amusement: "Still saying that breaking your legs is too lenient?"

"No! Absolutely not! Brother Yang, you must have misheard." The leader of the gang waved his hands repeatedly, shaking his head like a rattle drum, then pointed at Wang Defa on the ground, "We said we'd teach him a lesson, teach this blind bastard who dared to offend you, Brother Yang."

"Yes, yes, yes, we should teach him a lesson."

"Brother Yang, we'll take care of him for you right away."

"Wang Defa, you son of a bitch, how dare you mess with Brother Yang! I'll beat you to death!"

The other thugs immediately understood. In order to distance themselves from Yang Shuisheng and curry favor with him, they turned their guns on the still dazed Wang Defa and began to punch and kick him.

"Ouch! Stop hitting me!"

"Brothers, my back! Stop hitting me!"

"It's a misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding!"

Wang Defa was beaten so badly that he ran away with his head in his hands, screaming in agony. But the thugs beat him even harder, afraid that if they didn't beat him lightly, they wouldn't be able to impress Yang Shuisheng enough.

For a moment, only Wang Defa's wails and the muffled thuds of fists and feet hitting flesh filled the small clothing store.

The proprietress felt a surge of satisfaction.

Yang Shuisheng frowned as he watched this farce. He didn't sympathize with Wang Defa, but he found the group's arrogant and ruthless behavior unsightly and annoying.

"Alright, alright, stop hitting."

Yang Shuisheng finally spoke, which immediately stopped the thugs who were in the heat of the moment. They stood obediently to the side, not daring to utter a sound.

"This will not be repeated."

Yang Shuisheng glanced at the group of thugs, his tone impatient: "From now on, you all better watch yourselves and don't cause trouble at this shop again, understand?"

"Understood, understood! Don't worry, Brother Yang, this shop is under our protection from now on."

"We'll be the first to object to anyone who dares to cause trouble."

The gang leader patted his chest and assured them, and his other underlings echoed his assurances.

"Okay, get lost." Yang Shuisheng then waved his hand with satisfaction.

"Yes, yes, yes! Brother Yang, you're busy, we'll leave right away! We'll leave right away!" The group of thugs were overjoyed and fled the store, bowing and scraping. They disappeared in the blink of an eye, afraid that if they were too slow, Yang Shuisheng would change his mind.

Inside the shop, only Yang Shuisheng, the proprietress, and Wang Defa, who was still lying on the ground, gasping for breath in pain, remained.

"Wang Defa, I seem to remember saying earlier that if you dare to come again, I'll cripple both your legs."

Yang Shuisheng walked up to Wang Defa and squatted down, a slightly smiling expression on his face, but his eyes sent chills down Wang Defa's spine.

"You remember what I said, don't you?"

Wang Defa was startled and, ignoring the pain, quickly scrambled to his feet and knelt on the ground, repeatedly kowtowing to Yang Shuisheng and the landlady, begging for forgiveness: "I...I remember, Brother Yang, I was wrong, I really know I was wrong."

"I'll never do it again! I'll never cause trouble for Wenhui again."

"I swear! If I ever do this again, may I be struck by lightning and die a horrible death!"

"Talking isn't enough." Yang Shuisheng shook his head and pointed to the counter. "Boss lady, bring me paper and pen."

Although Li Wenhui didn't know what Yang Shuisheng was up to, she quickly took out her accounting notebook and a ballpoint pen from the counter.

Yang Shuisheng took it and quickly wrote a few lines on the counter.

"Wang Defa voluntarily promises that from now on he will never again harass, pester, or extort Li Wenhui for any reason, and will give up all demands on Li Wenhui's property. If he violates this promise, he will be subject to any punishment."

He then handed the agreement to the proprietress, who signed her name and the date below.

He then handed a pen and paper to Wang Defa, saying, "Sign and put your fingerprint on this. Explain things clearly in front of so many neighbors, otherwise..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the coldness in his eyes made Wang Defa shiver.

How could Wang Defa dare to disobey?

He took the pen with trembling hands, signed his name crookedly, and then pressed a bright red handprint on his name with the ink pad that Yang Shuisheng handed him.

"Boss lady, please keep this safe."

Yang Shuisheng picked up the paper, blew on it, and handed it to the proprietress: "If he dares to come again, take this to the police station, or tell me."

The proprietress took the light yet heavy piece of paper, looked at Wang Defa's signature and fingerprint on it, and then glanced at the neighbors pointing and whispering at the door. She knew that the matter was finally over, at least on the surface, Wang Defa would never dare to come again.

"Thank you! Thank you so much, young man!"

Her gratitude towards Yang Shuisheng was beyond measure. She bowed deeply to him and said, "Brother Yang, you can come and take any clothes you need in the future, all for free! I keep my word."

"No need, no need, you're too kind, ma'am. Just pay the price you owe me." Yang Shuisheng quickly waved his hand, not wanting to take advantage of others in the long run because of this.

"These two sets are enough."

He picked up the two outfits he had just chosen, nodded to the proprietress, and looked like he was about to leave.

"Hey! Take care, come again sometime." The proprietress saw him all the way to the door and watched him leave, her eyes filled with gratitude and respect.

She knew very well that the other party must have some extraordinary identity, otherwise those thugs wouldn't be so afraid of him.

Yang Shuisheng carried his clothes and walked quickly home.

He was worried about Lin Wan at home and was afraid that she would be discovered, so he went straight home after leaving the clothing store without any delay.

But what you worry about most is what happens most often.

As he approached his row of dilapidated houses, about ten meters away, he saw three or four neighbors standing at his door, men and women, all living nearby. They were gathered together, pointing and gesturing at his broken wooden door and windows, their faces full of curiosity.

Yang Shuisheng had good hearing, and even though they were some distance apart, he could vaguely hear their conversation.

"Really? Are you sure you saw it clearly? She really is a beautiful girl?"

"How could it be fake? I saw it with my own eyes when I passed by this morning. She just lingered behind that window for a moment. Although I couldn't see her face clearly, her figure and her fair skin... tsk tsk, she's definitely not a girl from our village."

"That Yang Shuisheng is something else. He's kept quiet all this time, and he's even hiding such a beautiful woman in his house?"

"Exactly! He used to be a fool, but now he's all grown up and capable. He has new furniture and hides beautiful women. He's really made it big!"

"I just don't understand, what does that woman want from him?"

"Shh! Keep your voice down! Don't let anyone else hear..."

The group was talking animatedly, their tone filled not only with envy and jealousy, but also with sarcasm and mockery.

"Have you said enough?"

Just then, a calm yet cold voice suddenly rang out behind them: "If you have nothing better to do, go home and gossip about your own family. Don't get in the way here."

The group shuddered in fright and turned around abruptly, only to see Yang Shuisheng standing a few steps behind them, coldly watching them.

His face was expressionless, but the way his eyes swept over them sent a chill down the spines of the gossipy neighbors. They immediately shut their mouths and forced awkward, slightly fearful smiles onto their faces.

"Shui...Shuisheng, you're back?"

"We were just passing by, let's chat..."

A gaunt, middle-aged woman said with a smirk.

"That's right, that's right. We'll be going now, we'll be going now."

The others quickly echoed, not daring to look at Yang Shuisheng again, let alone mention any beautiful women or keeping mistresses in a golden house. They exchanged glances, lowered their heads, and quickly slipped away from Yang Shuisheng, glancing back guiltily as they went.

Yang Shuisheng watched their hurried departure, his brows furrowing deeply.

I didn't expect Lin Wan to be discovered so quickly.

That's how it is in the village; even the slightest thing can become a huge news story.

He didn't care what others thought of him; after all, he was all alone, and he didn't have anyone to worry about.

He was too lazy to explain when people he knew, such as Liu Yulan, Zhou Caifeng, Yu Qianwei, and Guo Cuihong, asked him about it.