The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

"Just because they can't do it doesn't mean I can't."

Yang Shuisheng's eyes, however, revealed a sense of confidence.

He received the ancient medical tradition, which is far superior to that of ordinary country doctors.

But this is something that can't be said outright.

"Yes, Uncle Shuanzhu, why don't you let Shuisheng give it a try?"

Guo Cuihong chimed in, "Shuisheng not only treated my baby's illness, but also helped me regulate my body; it was quite effective."

"Besides, it wouldn't hurt to give it a try; what if it actually helps?"

"You suffer so much when your legs hurt!"

Uncle Shuanzhu looked at Yang Shuisheng, then at Guo Cuihong's sincere expression, and his heart was stirred by this faint glimmer of hope.

He gritted his teeth. Since things were already like this, they couldn't get any worse.

"Okay! Officer Yang, whatever you say goes. How do you need my cooperation?"

"Just lie down and relax," Yang Shuisheng said, pointing to the bamboo recliner in Uncle Shuanzhu's yard across the street.

The two then went to Uncle Shuanzhu's yard. Uncle Shuanzhu lay down and rolled up his trouser legs, revealing his two swollen and deformed knees.

Yang Shuisheng took out the silver needles, concentrated his mind, and scanned the acupoints around Uncle Shuanzhu's knee.

Dubi, Neixiyan, Xuehai, Liangqiu, Zusanli... At the same time, he secretly circulated his internal energy, infusing a trace of warm energy into the fingertips holding the needles.

"Uncle Shuanzhu, relax. You might feel a little sore, numb, or swollen. Just bear with it for a bit," Yang Shuisheng said, his movements as swift as lightning.

His fingers flew so fast they were almost invisible, and one after another, slender silver needles were precisely inserted into the acupoints around Uncle Shuanzhu's knees, the depth and angle perfectly controlled.

As he inserted the needle, the warm sensation from his fingertips traveled silently along the needle, penetrating deep into the acupoints and stimulating and clearing the blocked meridians.

"hiss……"

Uncle Shuanzhu felt a slight stinging pain at the spot where the needle had pierced him, followed by a strong sensation of soreness, numbness, and swelling, as if countless tiny ants were crawling under his skin and in the crevices of his bones. The sensation was both sore and numb, making him gasp for breath.

But this feeling wasn't too unpleasant compared to the pain during an attack; in fact, it felt rather strange.

After inserting the needles, Yang Shuisheng stretched out his fingers and gently flicked the ends of several needles.

His movements seemed casual, but in fact, each movement infused more Qi into his body, guiding the stagnant blood and Qi in Uncle Shuanzhu's knees to begin to flow slowly, dispelling the deep-seated cold and dampness.

The whole process only lasted two or three minutes.

But for Uncle Shuanzhu, it felt exceptionally long.

He could clearly feel that his two knees, which were usually cold, stiff, and heavy like they were filled with lead, seemed to be getting slightly warm from the inside. The sore, numb, and throbbing sensation was becoming more and more obvious, but strangely, the dull pain that was originally grinding against his bones seemed to have lessened a bit.

About ten minutes later, Yang Shuisheng seized the opportunity and struck again, quickly pulling out the silver needles one by one.

There was only a tiny bloodstain at the needle prick, which disappeared quickly.

"Alright, Uncle Shuanzhu, try getting up and walking a few steps slowly." Yang Shuisheng put away the needles and smiled confidently.

Uncle Shuanzhu hesitated for a moment before sitting up, rubbing his still sore and numb knees as he slowly stood up.

He tentatively shifted his weight to his left leg, took two steps, and then shifted it to his right leg...

His movements were initially a little cautious, but soon his eyes widened and an expression of unbelievable surprise appeared on his face.

"Huh? This...this..." He paced back and forth several times, even trying to stomp his feet lightly. The wrinkles on his face smoothed out with excitement. "Amazing! Absolutely amazing!"

"Officer Yang! My legs feel much lighter, like they're not so heavy anymore."

"Walking doesn't seem to hurt as much anymore, there's still a bit of soreness and numbness, but it's much better than the excruciating pain before."

He walked faster and faster, circling the yard twice. Although his posture was still a bit awkward, he was obviously much more agile than before, and the surprise on his face was almost overflowing: "My God, just a few pricks and it really worked!"

"Officer Yang, you're truly a miracle doctor!"

Guo Cuihong, who was watching from the side, was both surprised and delighted, and said repeatedly, "That's great, Uncle Shuanzhu! See, I told you Brother Shuisheng was capable."

Seeing Uncle Shuanzhu's excited expression, Yang Shuisheng felt a great sense of accomplishment.

"Uncle Shuanzhu, this is only the first time. It's just a temporary relief to make you feel better. The root of the problem is still there."

"I'll prepare some herbs for you later. You can take them home, boil them in water to drink, and then use the dregs as a hot compress on your knees."

"With acupuncture, come back every other day, and continue for about a week. You should be about 70-80% better. After that, pay more attention to keeping warm and avoid overexertion, and you won't easily relapse."

"Okay! Okay! I'll listen to you, I'll listen to everything you say."

Uncle Shuanzhu nodded excitedly, his eyes filled with gratitude as he looked at Yang Shuisheng, as if he were looking at a living god.

Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he turned around quickly and rushed into his low mud house.

He came out again after a short while, clutching a small cloth bag wrapped in layers of old blue cloth tightly in his hand.

He walked up to Yang Shuisheng, his hands trembling, and opened the cloth bag layer by layer, revealing a thick stack of crumpled bills and coins of varying denominations, including one-cent, two-cent, five-cent, one-cent, two-cent, five-cent, and even a few one-cent bills.

Scattered but neatly stacked, it looked like all the belongings he had saved up over a long period of time, probably worth thirty or forty yuan.

"Officer Yang, I don't have much money. This is all I have. I saved it up penny by penny by selling vegetables."

"You healed my leg, which saved my life."

"Take this money, consider it a consultation fee. Don't think it's too little." Uncle Shuanzhu held the bag of money in both hands, his eyes were a little red, and his voice was choked with emotion.

Although this money was not a small amount for him, he felt it was worth it at that moment.

Looking at the old man's calloused, slightly trembling hands and the bag of change soaked with sweat and hard work, Yang Shuisheng felt a mix of emotions.

"Uncle Shuanzhu, I can't accept this money."

He reached out and firmly pushed the bag of money back.

"Why? How can you not pay for medical treatment?" Uncle Shuanzhu asked anxiously.

Yang Shuisheng looked at him and said earnestly, "I am now the village doctor of Taohua'ao. It is my duty to treat the patients of our own village."

"Especially for someone like you, whose family is struggling, I'll help if I can. If I take your money, what would I be?"

"Well... we can't just watch it for free."

"You have to spend money to buy needles and medicine, don't you?" Uncle Shuanzhu still felt bad.

"Seeing a doctor is seeing a doctor, and collecting money is collecting money, but it depends on the person."

Yang Shuisheng smiled, his tone slightly teasing: "I won't accept someone like you."

"But if those rich, heartless people in the village come to me for treatment, I won't be polite to them. I'll charge them whatever they ask for, not a penny less."

His words were so straightforward and honest that they made Guo Cuihong laugh.

Upon hearing this, Uncle Shuanzhu was overwhelmed with emotion, and tears welled up in his old eyes.

Having lived most of his life and witnessed the coldness and warmth of human relationships, he had never met a young man like Yang Shuisheng who was both capable and kind-hearted, and who didn't covet his life-saving money.

He remembered this kindness.

He clutched the returned money tightly, his lips trembling, unable to speak for a long time.

"Officer Yang, you've been so good to me, I have no way to repay you."

Suddenly, he leaned closer to Yang Shuisheng and lowered his voice, saying mysteriously, "There's something I've kept to myself for years, and I've never told anyone."