The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

Yang Shuisheng pushed open the door with a sullen face and entered the room, immediately locking the door latch behind him.

Inside the room, Lin Wan was sitting on the edge of the bed, feeling somewhat uneasy. When she saw him come in, a guilty expression immediately appeared on her face.

"Didn't you promise me you'd hide well and never show your face?" Yang Shuisheng walked up to her, his voice clearly tinged with anger. "Now look what's happened, several pairs of eyes from the neighbors have seen that there's a beautiful woman in my house."

He emphasized the words "beautiful woman".

Lin Wan was stunned for a moment when she heard this word, and a strange emotion quickly flashed across her face.

Beautiful woman... Is that what he thinks?

A strange, inexplicable joy welled up inside me, but this feeling was quickly overwhelmed by panic and guilt.

"sorry!"

She quickly stood up, but the movement aggravated the wound on her left shoulder, causing her to gasp in pain. She hurriedly explained, "I just felt unwell this morning and wanted to get some water to wipe myself down. I saw that it was just getting light outside and thought no one was around. Who knew that everyone in your village gets up so early?"

"I really didn't mean it. I'll be more careful next time and I'll never do it again! Please don't be angry..."

She lowered her head as she spoke, her voice growing softer and softer, conveying a sincere apology and a hint of grievance.

When has she, a young lady from the city, ever been so humble and subservient in explaining herself to someone?

But she also knew she was in the wrong.

Seeing her like this, Yang Shuisheng couldn't muster any anger.

There's no point in scolding her now that things have come to this.

"Forget it, it's too late to say all this now."

He rubbed his temples in frustration and sighed, "I can only take it one step at a time. I hope they didn't see your face clearly."

"Just bear with it for a few more days. Once your injury has healed a bit more and you can withstand more stress, then you should leave quickly."

He put the plastic bag he was carrying on the bed, his tone softening slightly: "Here, this is for you. Change into it."

"The clothes you're wearing are covered in blood and mud, they're so stiff you can't wear them anymore."

Lin Wan looked at the plastic bag with a puzzled expression and reached out to open it.

Inside were two brand-new women's outfits: a light yellow floral dress and a light blue shirt paired with dark trousers.

The material was nice, and although the style was ordinary in her eyes, it was considered quite decent in the countryside.

"This...this was bought for me?"

She froze, then looked up at Yang Shuisheng with disbelief.

She never expected Yang Shuisheng to buy her clothes.

Because she never mentioned it, or even thought about it in that direction.

In her view, Yang Shuisheng's act of saving her and taking her in was already a great kindness.

This sudden and thoughtful care stirred something within her, sending a complex and warm feeling through her.

"Otherwise what? Is there another woman here?" Yang Shuisheng's tone was a little impatient. "Hurry up and change. I'll go out first. Call me when you're done."

After saying that, he stopped looking at her, turned around and left the room, closing the loose door behind him.

Lin Wan stood there holding the two sets of new clothes, watching Yang Shuisheng's departing figure, then looked down at the soft, clean fabric in her hands, her mind in turmoil.

She bit her lip, but finally picked up the light blue shirt and pants.

Although the dress was pretty, it made movement difficult, and she also noticed the bandage on her left shoulder, making it troublesome to put on and take off.

She endured the pain in her shoulder and carefully took off the dirty, tattered outfit she was wearing, which was also stained with dried blood.

When the rough, dirty fabric left her body and she was replaced with clean, soft new clothes, a long-lost sense of comfort made her almost want to sigh.

Although the style and material of the clothes were very ordinary in her eyes, even a bit tacky, wearing them at this moment made her feel more at ease and a little bit sweet than any expensive clothes.

She carefully buttoned her shirt and straightened her trousers. The clothes fit fairly well, but...

She looked down at her chest; the light blue shirt was stretched taut by her figure, and the top two buttons had to be fastened very carefully, outlining an alluring, full curve.

"It's all changed, come in," she said softly to the door.

Yang Shuisheng pushed the door open and came in.

The moment his gaze fell on Lin Wan, he paused, a clear look of amazement flashing in his eyes.

The saying "clothes make the man" is absolutely true.

Previously, Lin Wan was wearing tattered, blood-stained clothes, her face was pale, and she looked disheveled. Although you could tell she had a good foundation, she was ultimately a fallen phoenix, worse than a chicken.

But now, dressed in this clean and refreshing light blue outfit, her entire demeanor is instantly different.

The dirt and bloodstains were washed away, revealing her originally fair and delicate skin.

Although her face still bore the weakness of injury and a faint sorrow, her deep black eyes had gained some sparkle because of her new clothes. Her straight nose and small lips combined to create an extremely delicate and beautiful face.

The light blue shirt made her skin appear even whiter, and the taut fabric accentuated her slender figure, delicate waist, and long legs...

The aloofness and detachment that were unique to city girls reappeared in her.

Yang Shuisheng had to admit that Lin Wan's beauty far surpassed that of the girls in the village.

This is a kind of temperament and appearance that can only be cultivated by someone who has seen the world and received a good education.

Lin Wan felt a little embarrassed by his gaze, her cheeks flushed slightly, but she felt a little smug inside.

"The clothes are nice, thank you."

She turned around and said in a relaxed tone, "I didn't expect you to have such good taste in clothes."

"This shirt seems a bit tight, it's uncomfortable."

She paused, then couldn't help but mutter under her breath, "Besides, I saw this style in the provincial capital last year; it's a bit outdated."

Her words carried a hint of urban skepticism, but no malice was intended; it was more like a habit of comparing good and bad.

"But the proprietress said it's the latest style in the city."

Yang Shuisheng snapped out of his daze and, hearing her words, said irritably, "If you don't like it, take it off and give it back to me. I'll take it back and return it."

"Hey! No!" Lin Wan waved her hand hurriedly upon hearing this, not caring that her clothes were too tight, afraid that he would really take them away. "I didn't say I wouldn't wear them, I was just saying it casually."

"The style is a bit old-fashioned, but the material is very comfortable, and I like it."

As she spoke, to show that she really liked it, she deliberately puffed out her chest, trying to demonstrate how well the clothes fit.

However, she forgot that the shirt itself was too tight because of her figure, and its quality was not as good as those in the provincial capital's specialty stores.

As she forcefully thrust her chest out, the movement was a bit too large, and a soft "rip" sound was heard.

The seam of the fabric on the chest of the light blue shirt, near the armpit, couldn't withstand the pressure and tore open, leaving a two- or three-inch-long tear.

In an instant, the full, round, snow-white breasts, tightly wrapped in taut fabric, and the edge of a light-colored fabric with lace trim, were exposed to the air without any cover.

In the dim light, the white was dazzling, and the alluring curves and deep cleavage bounced slightly as the restraints suddenly disappeared, exuding a fatal temptation.

Yang Shuisheng's gaze fell precisely on that spot.

The air seemed to freeze instantly.

Lin Wan felt a chill on her chest and looked down.

"ah--"

She let out a short scream, her face instantly turning as red as if it were about to bleed.

She frantically tried to cover the tear with her hands, but one hand couldn't hide the astonishing sight. Instead, her panicked movements widened the tear, revealing more of her snow-white skin and the delicate light-colored lace.

"You...you stop looking! Turn around!"

Lin Wan was both ashamed and anxious, wishing she could disappear into the ground.

She had never been so humiliated in her entire life!