The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

After hearing Yu Jian's words, Yang Shuisheng was first stunned, then the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up.

"Director Yu."

Yang Shuisheng looked at Yu Jian, whose face was somewhat pale, and spoke in a relaxed tone, even with a hint of amusement.

"If you're worried about that, there's no need to."

"I've only met your daughter, Yu Qianwei, a few times. That time in town was just a coincidence, and I was just helping her out."

"I don't have any other feelings for her."

He paused, met Yu Jian's "you know what's good for you" look, and slowly added a sentence.

"After all, when I look for someone in the future, I'll definitely find someone better than her, so you can rest assured about that."

The subtext couldn't be clearer: your daughter is nice, but not good enough for me. My standards are higher than you think.

The forced smile on Yu Jian's face vanished instantly, his complexion turning pale and then flushed.

He first breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that Yang Shuisheng really had no intention of making a move on his daughter, but then a surge of anger at being slighted and insulted rushed to his head.

His daughter, Yu Qianwei, was the first female college student from the village to be admitted to a university in the provincial capital!

It is Yu Jian's pride!

It's a golden phoenix that flew out of this poor mountain village!

This poor kid in front of me, this fool that everyone used to laugh at, actually dares to say that he wants to find someone better?

What gives him the right?

"Yang Shuisheng!" Yu Jian's voice suddenly rose, filled with anger and sarcasm. Even his face, which had been trying hard to maintain a proper appearance, revealed his ugly side. "Don't think you know your place just because you have some connection with Wang Kun in town!"

"Let me tell you, Wang Kun is the kind of person who will turn his back on you tomorrow, even if you're his brother today."

"You think you can rely on him? Be careful he doesn't turn around and stab you in the back one day. Then it'll be too late for you to cry."

"You think you can find someone better than my Qianwei? You're like a toad trying to eat swan meat. You should first see if you're even worthy of her."

His words were extremely harsh; he had completely severed all ties.

The smile on Yang Shuisheng's face vanished completely, and his eyes turned cold.

He looked at the furious Yu Jian as if he were looking at a clown jumping around.

Whether I am worthy or not, whether I can find someone or not, is my own business, and I don't need to trouble you, Director Yu.

"If you have nothing else, please go back. I still need to go work in the fields."

He immediately told them to leave.

"You, you, you..."

Yu Jian was so angry at Yang Shuisheng's stubborn attitude, which even turned around and humiliated him, that he trembled all over. He pointed at Yang Shuisheng and said "you" for a long time, but couldn't come up with anything.

Finally, he stomped his foot angrily, put the net bag on the ground, and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute, take your things away." Yang Shuisheng's cold voice rang out again. "I said I don't need them, don't leave them here in the way, they're bad luck for me."

Yu Jian's back stiffened, and his face turned a deep purplish-red.

He turned around abruptly, glared fiercely at Yang Shuisheng, and finally bent down to grab the net bag. Without looking back, he quickly left, his back view exuding a sense of dishevelment and resentment.

Yang Shuisheng watched Yu Jian disappear around the corner of the village road, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

He couldn't be bothered to argue with such an arrogant person.

Lin Wan, who was inside the house, had been listening intently to the sounds outside.

The dilapidated house wasn't soundproof, and she overheard most of their conversation.

When she heard Yang Shuisheng say, "My goal is simple: if I'm going to find someone in the future, I'll definitely find someone even better than her," she paused slightly, a complex and unfathomable light flashing in her deep black eyes.

She never expected that this seemingly ordinary young man from the countryside would have such a strong will.

Or rather, it's self-confidence!

Faced with the village chief's coercion, enticement, and blatant belittling, he remained neither humble nor arrogant, and even turned the tables on him.

This attitude was completely different from many of the men she had met who only knew how to flatter or were timid and hesitant.

Although she felt that Yang Shuisheng's words might be a bit boastful, for some reason, she felt a faint sense of admiration for him.

At least he is not as simple as he appears, nor is he without ambition.

Yang Shuisheng pushed the door open and saw Lin Wan standing behind it, knowing that she must have heard him.

He didn't seem to mind, and just said, "I'm going out to water the fields, I'll be back in about an hour. You stay home."

"Okay, I understand." Lin Wan nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Yang Shuisheng then took the water bottle and went to the two acres of land he had rented, carefully spraying the newly sprouted and very tender bok choy seedlings with diluted pesticide.

By the time we finished, it was already getting late.

Considering that he had to go to the pond behind the mountain to meet Liu Yulan that evening, Yang Shuisheng returned home and used the pork that Su Danian had given him to make a simple stir-fry of green peppers and shredded pork, as well as a vegetable soup and a pot of rice, which served as his and Lin Wan's dinner.

During the meal, Lin Wan seemed to still be thinking about what happened that afternoon. She picked up a piece of food with her chopsticks and casually asked, "Yang Shuisheng, have you ever thought about developing your career in the city?"

"With your skills, you should be able to find a decent job in the city."

Her words carried a hint of probing, and also implied a certain suggestion: if he wanted to go to the city, she could perhaps help him find a way to repay him once she returned safely.

"I haven't thought about it yet," Yang Shuisheng said decisively, shaking his head after taking a bite of rice.

"Why?" Lin Wan asked, puzzled.

In her view, the city offers more opportunities and better development, making it a dream destination for many people from the countryside.

Yang Shuisheng doesn't seem like the kind of person who would be content to stay in a remote mountain village for the rest of his life.

"There's no reason," Yang Shuisheng said calmly, swallowing his food. "I just don't have that thought right now."

"But maybe someday I'll want to go out and see the world, but right now, there are still things I haven't finished here."

The "things" he was referring to were naturally reclaiming his family's land, seeking justice for his parents, and accumulating resources to deal with Hung Tai-cheung.

But he didn't plan to tell Lin Wan all this in detail, since after she left, the two of them might never cross paths again in this lifetime.

Looking at his calm yet resolute profile, Lin Wan knew he wasn't just giving her the runaround.

Her curiosity grew stronger, but seeing that he was unwilling to say more, she wisely refrained from asking further and simply ate her meal in silence. In her heart, however, her opinion of Yang Shuisheng rose a little higher.

It seems that Yang Shuisheng is a person with his own opinions and determination, unlike many young people in the countryside who blindly yearn for the city.

After finishing the meal, Lin Wan took the initiative to clear the dishes and wash them as a way of expressing her gratitude.

But when she went to scoop water from the water tank, she found that the tank was already empty.

"There's no water left," she said to Yang Shuisheng with a hint of helplessness.

"I'll go pick them." Yang Shuisheng stood up and picked up a carrying pole and two wooden buckets from behind the door.

He hadn't fetched water for several days. If he hadn't been going to town so often lately, he probably would have run out of water long ago.

He carried the buckets of water to the old communal well in the center of the village.

It was already getting dark, and there weren't many people around the well.

He had just put down the bucket and was about to fetch water when he heard a soft footstep nearby.

Yang Shuisheng turned his head and saw a young woman carrying buckets of water walking over.

The woman was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old. She was quite attractive, with fair skin. She was wearing a floral print, tight-fitting short-sleeved top and black pants that accentuated her waist, hips, and legs.

It was Liu Xianglan, the one who had an affair with Zhao Youcai at the pond in the back mountain last time.

Liu Xianglan also saw Yang Shuisheng, and her eyes lit up immediately.

Her husband was a carpenter in town and was often away from home, leaving her alone in the empty house. She was also someone who couldn't stand being alone.

She usually likes to flirt with men in the village.

Yang Shuisheng has been making waves in the village lately, and he's also quite robust and energetic; she'd noticed him long ago.

"Oh, it's Brother Shuisheng? Here to fetch water too?" Liu Xianglan swayed her hips as she walked to the well, her voice soft and coquettish, carrying a hint of allure.

She deliberately stood very close to Yang Shuisheng, and the scent of cheap face cream emanating from her body wafted into his nose.

"Hmm," Yang Shuisheng responded, not wanting to pay any more attention, and bent down to crank the well pulley.

"Brother Shuisheng, this well pulley is very heavy. I'm not strong enough to turn it, and I can't fill it with water at all."

Liu Xianglan moved even closer, almost touching Yang Shuisheng. She raised her arm, pretending to struggle to reach the well rope. The movement caused the neckline of her tight short-sleeved shirt to open slightly, revealing a patch of snow-white skin and a deep cleavage, which was dazzlingly white in the dim light.

"Brother Shuisheng, you're strong, could you help your wife fetch two buckets of water?"

She turned her head, her eyes brimming with tears, and looked at Yang Shuisheng, her breath sweet as orchids: "Just two buckets, and I, your sister-in-law, really can't move these heavy things by myself..."

As she spoke, her chest brushed against Yang Shuisheng's arm, her eyes filled with blatant provocation and innuendo.

On this quiet evening by the well, alone with a man, her intentions were all too clear.