The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

Yang Shuisheng circulated his Qi to its limit and, with a few leaps through the rugged mountain forest, rushed to the place where the cries for help came from.

In front of them was a relatively open clearing in the woods. Under a large tree, Yu Qianwei was leaning against the trunk, her body stiff as a stone, her face pale, her large eyes filled with fear, staring intently at the ground not far ahead, her chest heaving violently.

Yang Shuisheng followed her gaze and his heart tightened!

Less than two meters in front of Yu Qianwei, a venomous snake about one meter long and as thick as a thumb, covered with black and yellow ring patterns, raised its triangular head high. Its scarlet tongue flicked in and out rapidly, emitting a chilling hissing sound. Its cold, vertical pupils were fixed on Yu Qianwei, and its body slightly retracted, clearly preparing to launch its next attack.

Look at those brightly colored ring-shaped patterns and triangular head; it's a common venomous snake in the mountains—the banded krait!

Highly toxic!

Without time to think or even warn anyone, Yang Shuisheng flipped his wrist, and a dart landed in his palm. His internal energy surged wildly, pouring into his wrist.

"Close your eyes!" Yang Shuisheng shouted suddenly in Yu Qianwei's direction.

Yu Qianwei trembled with fright, but her survival instinct made her close her eyes instinctively.

Just as she closed her eyes...

"call out--"

A faint, almost inaudible whooshing sound rang out.

Under Yang Shuisheng's precise and intuitive control, the ordinary iron dart transformed into a streak of cold light, almost invisible to the naked eye. It sliced ​​through the air at astonishing speed and struck the golden-ringed snake precisely at its vital point, just below its raised neck.

"Pfft—"

The dart pierced the snake's body without any resistance, and the powerful kinetic energy even carried the snake backward before it rang out with a clang, pinning its head firmly to the trunk of a small tree behind it.

The snake convulsed violently a few times before going completely limp, its head drooping, with only its tail twitching slightly involuntarily.

From Yang Shuisheng's appearance and shout to the dart that killed the snake, the entire process took only two or three seconds.

"Can...can I open my eyes now?" Yu Qianwei asked tremulously, her eyes still tightly closed.

"Alright, the snake is dead, it's all over." Yang Shuisheng's voice was already very close.

Only then did Yu Qianwei dare to cautiously open one eye.

The first thing that catches the eye is Yang Shuisheng's face, which is filled with concern and seriousness.

Then she saw the golden ringed snake not far away, which had been pinned to the tree trunk by a dart and was no longer moving.

"what!"

She let out a short cry of surprise, her body went limp, and she almost slipped and fell to the ground. Fortunately, Yang Shuisheng reacted quickly and caught her arm.

"How are you? Did you get bitten?" Yang Shuisheng asked urgently, his eyes quickly scanning her body.

He smelled a very faint, sweet, fishy odor.

"Bite... I bit it..."

Yu Qianwei's voice was filled with fear. Her trembling finger pointed to the upper left side of her chest, where the fabric of her floral shirt had been torn open, and the surrounding fabric was being soaked and stained black by a dark red liquid at a visible speed.

"It suddenly fell from the tree, and I didn't see it..."

Yang Shuisheng's heart sank.

The wound is on my chest; that's a very dangerous location.

If it's too close to the heart, toxins will spread extremely quickly.

He immediately grabbed Yu Qianwei's wrist, placed three fingers on her pulse, and focused his attention on sensing the energy within her body.

The pulse was rapid and erratic, the blood and qi were churning, and a cold and vicious evil qi, that is, snake venom, was spreading rapidly from the wound along the meridians to the heart and the whole body. Fortunately, the poisoning time should be very short and the venom has not yet penetrated deeply.

"How long have you been bitten? Exact time!" Yang Shuisheng asked in a deep voice, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Just...just now, at most one minute."

"It bit me, that's why I screamed..."

Yu Qianwei cried as she said that she could feel waves of numbness and burning pain coming from the bite site, and that the pain was spreading rapidly to the surrounding area, making her panic and extremely scared.

One minute is still okay, there's still hope!

Yang Shuisheng acted decisively, staring into Yu Qianwei's eyes and commanding in the fastest and clearest tone, "Listen! If you want to live, do as I say now, take off your clothes immediately! Quickly!"

"Take...take off your clothes?"

Yu Qianwei's mind went blank for a moment, her face flushed red. She looked at Yang Shuisheng in disbelief. At a time like this, he was actually asking her to take off her clothes? What was he going to do?

"Yu Qianwei! Do you want to die?"

Seeing her stunned and hesitant, Yang Shuisheng grew anxious and his tone became even sterner, carrying an undeniable pressure: "This is a golden ringed snake, its venom is extremely potent, and the wound on your chest is too close to your heart. If you don't suck out the venomous blood immediately, once the toxin enters your heart meridian, even a god can't save you."

"Take off your clothes! Now! Immediately!"

The word "death" was like a bucket of ice water poured over Yu Qianwei's head, instantly sobering her up and completely overwhelming her sense of shame with immense fear.

She doesn't want to die! She's still young and has to go to university.

Tears welled up in her eyes with fear, and she frantically began to unbutton her shirt, sobbing.

Because of fear and trembling hands, he unbuttoned the buttons very slowly.

Yang Shuisheng was anxious and didn't care about anything else. He stepped forward, reached out, and with a few "ripping" sounds, violently tore her floral shirt open from the collar to her chest.

The thin white vest with lace trim underneath was also torn and damaged.

"what!"

Yu Qianwei screamed and instinctively tried to cover herself with her arms, but it was too late.

The girl's snow-white, delicate skin, smooth as mutton fat jade, was instantly exposed to the light and shadow in the forest.

Her delicate collarbones, rounded shoulders, and the already well-developed, full, and perky white breasts were almost completely exposed to Yang Shuisheng's eyes.

Only that tattered white vest barely covered the two most alluring crimson nipples, but the perfect curves and snow-white skin were enough to make one's blood boil.

A girl's natural fragrance and a faint smell of sweat wafted towards me.

But Yang Shuisheng was free of distractions at that moment, and his gaze instantly locked onto the two clear, dark purple, fine teeth marks about two inches above her left breast and below her collarbone.

The skin around the wound was swollen, purplish-black in color, and oozing dark red poisonous blood.

Time is of the essence!

He suddenly lowered his head, his lips precisely covering the hideous wound.

"Um--"

Yu Qianwei's body stiffened abruptly, and she let out a suppressed groan.

She could clearly feel Yang Shuisheng's warm lips pressed against one of her sensitive spots, a sensation that sent shivers down her spine.

Immediately afterwards, a powerful suction force came, and a sharp pain came from the wound, as if something was being forcibly pulled out of the body.

"Pooh--"

Yang Shuisheng turned his head and spat the first mouthful of poisonous blood he had sucked out onto the ground, then without hesitation bent down again and sucked it forcefully.

"Ah...it hurts...stop..."

Yu Qianwei was in so much pain that tears streamed down her face. Her body twisted and trembled uncontrollably as she tried to push Yang Shuisheng away, but she was too weak to do so.

The intense shame of being intimately touched and sucked on by a strange man almost drove her to the brink of collapse.

But she could only bite her lip tightly, letting out intermittent cries and sobs, her fingers instinctively gripping Yang Shuisheng's clothes tightly from behind.

Yang Shuisheng remained focused, sucking forcefully once, twice, three times... drawing out mouthfuls of the filthy blood mixed with poison and spitting it out.

His lips could clearly feel the amazing smoothness and elasticity of the girl's skin, as well as the subtle undulations and friction of her soft, jade-like breasts as she sobbed and trembled.

Finally, after inhaling more than ten times, the blood that was vomited turned bright red, and the purplish-black swelling around the wound subsided considerably.

Yang Shuisheng finally breathed a sigh of relief, raised his head, and saw bloodstains on his lips and chin.

He quickly took out the Lobelia chinensis, Paris polyphylla, and Hedyotis diffusa that he had just picked from the basket next to him. They had the effects of detoxification and swelling reduction. He plucked the tenderest leaves from each, and without caring about the dirt, he stuffed them directly into his mouth and chewed them vigorously.

The bitter herbal juice filled his mouth. He spat the chewed herbal paste into his palm, then placed his hand directly on the wound on Yu Qianwei's chest that had just been sucked, pressing and rubbing it in to allow the medicine to penetrate.

"Ugh—"

Yu Qianwei shuddered violently and let out an even shorter groan.

The heat and roughness of Yang Shuisheng's palms, along with the cool, bitter herbal paste, mixed with the moisture and stinging sensation left from the previous sucking, once again intensely stimulated her sensitive and fragile nerves and skin.

Especially the area covered by his hand, which even pressed against the edge of her full, snowy breasts...

"Hold on! It'll be over soon."

The sensation of her sensitive areas being completely covered by the palm of a man left her mind blank, her body tingling and tense as if being electrocuted, causing her to close her eyes tightly, her cheeks and neck turning as red as if they were about to bleed, her body stiff as a puppet, only her chest heaving violently under the movements of Yang Shuisheng's palm, conveying that amazing softness and elasticity even more clearly to Yang Shuisheng's palm.