The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

Looking into Liu Yulan's eyes, which were shy yet boldly yearning, Yang Shuisheng felt his blood and energy instantly ignite.

Without any hesitation, he stepped forward and pulled Liu Yulan's soft and fragrant body into his arms.

"Well……"

Liu Yulan let out a soft gasp of surprise. Her body stiffened at first, then softened completely. She obediently pressed herself against his firm, hot chest, her arms wrapping around his neck like water snakes. She tilted her head back and offered her cool, soft lips.

Yang Shuisheng gently hooked the door shut with his heel.

Under the dim light of the kerosene lamp, the two bodies embraced tightly and soon rolled onto the wooden bed.

Clothes, like shed cicada wings, slipped to the ground one by one, revealing Liu Yulan's well-proportioned and delicate-skinned body.

With her eyes closed, her cheeks flushed, and her breathing rapid, she let Yang Shuisheng's hands and lips ignite unfamiliar flames on her body, uttering suppressed sobs and groans.

Yang Shuisheng also relaxed his mind and body, enjoying Liu Yulan's enthusiastic response while fully circulating the "Hehuan Nourishing Qi Technique" to absorb the warm and pure primordial yin energy from her body.

He could sense that Liu Yulan's emotional dependence on him seemed to have deepened. She was more focused on her cultivation this time than before. However, perhaps because their relationship was becoming more stable, or perhaps because his cultivation had improved and he needed more nourishment, the increase in Qi brought about by this cultivation did not seem as obvious as in the previous times.

An hour later.

The wind stopped and the rain ceased; the two embraced, panting.

Yang Shuisheng felt the eight streams of Qi within his body transform into nine, but ultimately he was still one step short, failing to completely break through and condense into purer and more powerful true Qi.

Is it that the nourishing effect of Liu Yulan on herself weakened with each use?

Or is it that the breakthrough from Qi perception to true Qi requires a more solid foundation, or some special opportunity?

Yang Shuisheng pondered to himself and felt that the latter was more likely.

It seems that trying to make a quick breakthrough through simple sexual relations will become increasingly difficult later on.

That Ganoderma lucidum might really be the key.

"Shuisheng..." Liu Yulan nestled in his arms, her voice languid and hoarse afterward, "I...I have to go back. If I stay out too long, I'm afraid my mother-in-law will become suspicious."

"Okay, go back now, be careful on the way." Yang Shuisheng kissed her smooth forehead, not trying to stop her any further. He knew Liu Yulan's difficulties, and it was already quite an achievement that she was able to sneak away to see him.

Liu Yulan lingered for a little while longer before reluctantly getting up, dressing herself, and carefully tidying her hair and appearance. After confirming that nothing seemed amiss, she quietly left Yang Shuisheng's house, just as she had come.

In the following days, life in Peach Blossom Valley seemed to return to its usual tranquility, but something was different.

The bok choy seedlings on the two acres of land that Yang Shuisheng rented were growing remarkably well.

It has only been about ten days since they were sown, and the tender seedlings have already unfurled their bright green leaves, with thick stems and a vibrant growth. They are almost twice as tall as the seedlings planted by other people at the same time.

The lush green expanse was particularly eye-catching under the sunlight.

This attracted many villagers who were passing by to watch and marvel at it.

"Hey! How did you grow these vegetables, Officer Yang? They're growing way too fast!"

"Yes, look at these leaves, how fresh and vibrant they are! Not a single wormhole."

"What kind of fertilizer do you use? Is it a secret formula?"

"He's a government official and a village doctor, I never knew he was so good at farming!"

……

Faced with everyone's curiosity and inquiries, Yang Shuisheng just smiled and said that he used some traditional methods passed down from his ancestors, such as watering the plants frequently and taking good care of them.

Of course, he wouldn't reveal the secret of the Spirit Mist Powder.

But the way the vegetables grew undoubtedly added to his image of mystery and capability in the eyes of the villagers.

On the other hand, the news of Zhao Hu's disappearance spread like wildfire throughout the village.

At first, some people said he went to town or to visit relatives.

For four or five days in a row, no one was seen, and the door to the house remained locked. The group of idle men he had organized to go into the mountains to look for Lin Wan also dispersed because they could not contact him and could not get the money. As a result, Liu Yulan no longer had to cook for them.

Now, everyone realized something was wrong.

A perfectly healthy person just vanished into thin air?

They were never seen alive, nor were their bodies ever found.

Various speculations began to circulate in the village. Some said he had run away with gambling debts, others said he had encountered something unclean in the mountains, and still others said something even more mysterious.

Finally, even the town's police station sent people to investigate. They asked around the village and went to Zhao Hu's house, but found no signs of a fight or any valuable clues. In the end, they could only record it and leave it at that for the time being.

Zhao Hu's disappearance became a slightly eerie topic of conversation in Peach Blossom Village.

Yang Shuisheng's identity as a village doctor was firmly established in the village after he treated Wang Laosi's second child for snake venom.

Although some people whispered about him taking five yuan from Wang Laosi for the consultation, the results were undeniable. Erwa was lively and energetic these past two days, which was a real improvement.

Moreover, Yang Shuisheng was straightforward in his medical practice, never putting on airs. He would treat minor ailments readily and never overcharge. Gradually, villagers got used to coming to him for headaches, fevers, minor injuries, and other minor illnesses.

"Officer Yang, I haven't been feeling well with my stomach these past couple of days, I've had diarrhea, could you take a look?"

"Shuisheng, my arm hurts, I can't lift it, did I twist a muscle?"

"Dr. Yang, my child has a cough, could you prescribe some medicine?"

……

Yang Shuisheng welcomes all patients and, relying on his inherited medical skills and gradually accumulated experience, he can cure most of them with ease.

Meanwhile, the villagers found that having this young village doctor made things much more convenient. They no longer had to run to the town for every minor ailment, saving them time, effort, and money.

In no time, Dr. Yang's reputation for being a skilled doctor spread throughout Taohua'ao and several nearby villages.

And their peaceful life was disrupted once again.

That afternoon, Yang Shuisheng had just finished cleaning and applying herbal medicine to a child who had scraped his knee, and after seeing off the child's parents who were extremely grateful, he was preparing to close the shop and rest for a while.

A postman in a green uniform, riding a bicycle, stopped in front of his house.

"Is this where Comrade Yang Shuisheng lives?" the postman asked loudly.

"Yes, that's me." Yang Shuisheng stepped forward.

"There's a letter for you, from the provincial capital, registered mail." The postman took a brown paper envelope out of his green parcel and handed it to him, then took out a notebook for him to sign for.

From the provincial capital?

Registered mail?

Yang Shuisheng's heart skipped a beat!

He took the envelope and glanced at the sender's address; it was indeed from a provincial capital.

The recipient was listed as Comrade Yang Shuisheng.

Although Lin Wan's name wasn't written on it, his intuition told him that this letter was most likely a reply from Lin Wan's family.

After all, he didn't know anyone from the provincial capital.

He felt a surge of excitement inside, but outwardly remained calm, quickly signed the document, and saw the postman off.

He closed the door, took the somewhat heavy letter in his hand, and weighed it in his hand.

The envelope was thick; there must have been more than one page inside.

He didn't open it; after all, it was a letter for Lin Wan, and he had to respect her privacy.

The contents of the letter concerned Lin Wan's fate and his own future plans.

So he didn't delay any longer and went straight to Guo Cuihong's house with the letter.

These past few days, he has made time to visit Guo Cuihong's house every day to check Lin Wan's injuries and change her dressings. With Guo Cuihong's meticulous care, her complexion has improved significantly.

When he arrived at Guo Cuihong's house, he looked around as usual to make sure no one was paying attention before gently knocking on the door.

"Shuisheng has arrived."

Guo Cuihong was the one who opened the door as always.

Seeing it was him, Guo Cuihong smiled gently and stepped aside to let him in, saying softly, "Lin Wan is learning to sew in the room. Her foot is much better than yesterday, and she can walk slowly now."

Yang Shuisheng nodded and walked into the main room.

Lin Wan was sitting on a stool by the window, holding an old piece of Guo Cuihong's clothing, and was learning to sew a hole in it.

She lowered her head, her expression focused, and her profile appeared serene and gentle in the light, showing much more vitality than when she was first rescued, when she looked panicked and disheveled.

"You've arrived?"

Hearing footsteps, Lin Wan looked up and her eyes lit up when she saw Yang Shuisheng. She put down her needlework and a happy smile appeared on her face.

Yang Shuisheng walked up to her without saying a word, but took out the thick registered letter from his pocket and handed it to her.

"Your letter, from the provincial capital, just arrived." His voice was steady, but his gaze was fixed on Lin Wan's expression.

Lin Wan's gaze fell on the kraft paper envelope. When she saw the familiar handwriting and the return address, her body trembled violently, and her hand holding the letter began to shake uncontrollably.

Several seconds passed before she seemed to suddenly come to her senses and hurriedly tore open the envelope.

With trembling hands, she pulled out a thick stack of letters and unfolded them, her eyes quickly scanning the words on them.

Yang Shuisheng and Guo Cuihong, who was next to her, both held their breath and watched her.

Lin Wan's expression changed constantly as she read.

She read it slowly and carefully, and tears welled up and rolled down her cheeks, dripping onto the letter and blurring the ink.

But she didn't cry out; she just bit her lower lip tightly.

Finally, she finished reading the last page, her hands fell limply to her sides, and the letter lay scattered on her lap.

She looked up at Yang Shuisheng, her face streaked with tears, and her eyes filled with an indescribable sorrow.

"What did the letter say?" Yang Shuisheng asked in a deep voice, his heart tightening as he looked at her.