The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

Zhao Hu's mind went blank, leaving only the instinct to survive.

Almost the instant the leader finished speaking, he hurled the wooden stick in his hand at the other man's face, then pushed off with his feet and turned to run for his life into the dense bushes to the side.

He knew the terrain well, knew where the dense forests were for hiding, and where the shortcuts down the mountain were.

"Trying to run?" The leader dodged the wooden stick, his eyes flashing with a sharp look as he growled, "Chase him! We can't let him get away!"

The other two city dwellers reacted quickly, immediately giving chase. The three of them darted into the dark woods in an instant, their footsteps and the rustling of leaves quickly fading into the distance.

In the open space, only the city dweller who had led the group and Lin Wan, who was curled up on the ground, remained.

Hiding behind the tree, Yang Shuisheng watched Zhao Hu being chased and fleeing in a sorry state. Instead of feeling any sympathy, he felt a sense of pleasure.

Live it!

This is called reaping what you sow. Cooperating with these ruthless city people is like asking a tiger for its skin; it's only a matter of time before you get bitten in return.

He now only hopes that those three people can catch Zhao Hu, or kill him in the mountains, so that he won't have to take action later.

But right now, the most important thing is to save Lin Wan.

Although he was confident in his own abilities, he still did not want to reveal his identity unless absolutely necessary.

So he rolled his eyes and quietly took out the dart that he had asked the blacksmith to make earlier.

The darts were small and felt cold to the touch.

He slowly channeled a surge of energy into his right hand holding the dart, focused his mind, and locked his gaze on the man.

The man's ears perked up as he listened to the sounds coming from the direction his companion had chased after, and his expression became somewhat tense.

He was all alone in this deep mountain forest, and it was hard not to feel uneasy.

It's now!

With a flick of his wrist, Yang Shuisheng activated his Qi, and a dart flew silently from his hand, streaking across the night with an almost invisible flash of cold light. It was incredibly fast and flew at a tricky angle.

"laugh--"

"what!"

The man felt a slight chill on the left side of his neck, followed by a burning pain.

He instinctively reached out and touched his palm, and by the light of the campfire, he saw a bright red stain of blood on his hand.

"Who? Who's there?"

Startled, he drew his dagger from his waist and turned with suspicion towards the direction from which the dart had come.

Or perhaps he didn't see the dart at all, nor the person; he only felt a sharp pain in his neck and then saw blood.

"It's so dark, is it a ghost?"

"Or is there something unclean in these mountains?"

His eyes widened as he stared intently at the dark woods, his heart pounding, and his back instantly drenched in cold sweat.

He dared not move, fearing that the next attack would kill him.

"Old...Old Zhang! Qiangzi! Come back quickly!"

He opened his mouth, then shouted for his companions to return, his voice trembling as he cried, "Something's wrong here!"

However, his companions had already chased Zhao Hu far away, and the echoes in the mountains and forests made his shouts go very far before they were quickly dissipated in the night wind without any response.

All around was deathly silent, except for the crackling of the campfire and his own heavy, fearful breathing.

He forced himself to calm down, gripped his dagger tightly, leaned against the campfire, and scanned the surrounding darkness with unblinking eyes, pondering whether to stay and wait for his companions to return, or to retreat first.

But if we lose our target, going back will only lead to certain death.

"laugh--"

In that instant when he was deeply shaken and hesitant...

Another slight whooshing sound came from a completely unexpected direction.

"Ugh!"

The man felt a sudden, sharp pain on the outside of his right thigh, which made him scream in agony and nearly fall over.

He looked down and saw that his trouser leg had also been ripped open, and blood was gushing out.

Again!

But he still couldn't see anyone! What the hell is this thing?

Two inexplicable injuries, without even touching the shadow of his opponent, completely shattered his psychological defenses with this unknown fear.

"A ghost! There's a ghost!"

He no longer cared about any objectives or missions; saving his life was the priority.

He let out a piercing scream, clutching his bleeding thigh and rolling on the ground, running wildly down the mountain without looking back.

In the shadows, Yang Shuisheng waited a few seconds to make sure the person had really run far away before emerging from behind the tree where he was hiding and quickly approaching Lin Wan.

"Lin Wan! Lin Wan! Wake up." Yang Shuisheng squatted down and carefully helped her up.

Lin Wan's face was deathly pale, and there was a fresh bruise on her forehead, clearly left from struggling or being hit.

Her hands and feet were bound with rough hemp rope, her mouth was stuffed with a rag, and her light yellow floral dress was torn in several places and covered with mud and grass clippings, making her look extremely disheveled.

Yang Shuisheng's heart tightened. He quickly pulled the rag out of her mouth and then swiftly untied the ropes binding her hands and feet.

The rope was very tight, leaving several deep red marks on her delicate wrists and ankles, and in some places even the skin was chafed.

"Cough cough... vomit..."

As soon as the rag was removed from her mouth, Lin Wan immediately coughed and gagged violently, her eyelids twitching a few times before she slowly opened them.

Her eyes were initially unfocused and filled with fear, but when she saw Yang Shuisheng so close to her, she froze for a moment. Then, a surge of grievance and fear welled up in her heart, turning into hot tears that instantly streamed down her face.

"Yang...Yang Shuisheng...is it really you..."

Sobbing, she barely hesitated before reaching out her still-numb arms and throwing herself into Yang Shuisheng's arms, hugging his neck tightly, burying her face in his firm chest, and bursting into tears.

"I thought...I thought I was going to die."

"They're so scary... Zhao Hu, he..."

Her sobs were muffled, and her warm tears quickly soaked Yang Shuisheng's clothes.

She could clearly feel the reassuring body temperature and aura emanating from Yang Shuisheng, which finally relaxed her tense nerves.

Yang Shuisheng was held very tightly by her, and he could feel her trembling and fragility.

"It's alright, it's alright."

He hesitated for a moment, then reached out and gently patted her back, softening his voice to reassure her, "Don't be afraid, I'm here, you're safe now."

He looked down at Lin Wan in his arms. She was crying, her delicate face streaked with tears, and the bruises on her forehead and the marks on her wrists and ankles were particularly glaring.

Her frail and helpless appearance inexplicably amplified his already not-so-strong sense of responsibility.

"They...didn't do anything to you, did they?"

"Besides tying you up, did I also hit you?"

"Did they bully you?"

Yang Shuisheng pressed for an answer in a low voice, his tone revealing a nervousness he himself was unaware of.

"no."

Lin Wan shook her head in his arms, sobbing as she said, "When Zhao Hu tied me up, I struggled, and he hit me once and I passed out."

"When I woke up, they were watching me here. They didn't touch me, they just watched me. I heard them say they were going to kill Zhao Hu. I was so scared."

Fortunately, the other party did not commit any acts of aggression, and Yang Shuisheng breathed a sigh of relief.

He helped Lin Wan to her feet: "Can you walk? We need to get out of here quickly. Those two are chasing Zhao Hu, and we don't know when they'll be back."

"Hiss~~"

Lin Wan tried to take two steps, and a piercing pain immediately shot through her left ankle. The pain made her gasp, and she almost fell. Fortunately, Yang Shuisheng caught her in time.

"I think I twisted my ankle. I might have bumped into a rock when Zhao Hu was dragging me along." Lin Wan's face turned pale with pain, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

Yang Shuisheng glanced at her swollen left ankle and frowned.

In this situation, he definitely can't walk on his own.

Without further hesitation, he squatted down with his back to Lin Wan: "Get on, I'll carry you."

Lin Wan looked at Yang Shuisheng's broad and sturdy back, her face slightly flushed, but she couldn't care less about being shy at the moment.

She gently leaned onto Yang Shuisheng's back and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Yang Shuisheng supported her knees and easily carried her on his back.

Lin Wan's body was very light, and he could hardly feel any weight on her back. However, her soft body was pressed tightly against his back, and the amazing softness of her chest was squeezed and deformed due to the position, bringing a clear and bouncy touch. In addition, the faint fragrance of her body kept wafting into Yang Shuisheng's nose.

The mountain road was bumpy, and with each step, the soft warmth on his back would gently sway and rub against him... This close physical contact stirred an indescribable flutter in Yang Shuisheng's heart.

Lin Wan felt it too.

Her breasts were forced to press tightly against his back, and the friction from each bump made her heart race, her cheeks burn, and her body feel weak.

But she dared not let go, and could only hug his neck tighter, burying her face deeper, as if this could alleviate the heart-pounding embarrassment and strangeness.