The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

When the little boy's gaze met Yang Shuisheng's, who was leaning against the bed, he was clearly taken aback, and a look of vigilance and confusion immediately appeared on his face.

"Who are you?"

He looked Yang Shuisheng up and down, and when he saw him sitting on his mother's bed shirtless and covered only by a quilt, his little brows immediately furrowed and he asked loudly.

"What are you doing in my house? And sleeping in my mother's bed!"

The voice was young, but it carried a strong sense of rudeness and wariness.

This must be Xu Xiuxia's son.

Yang Shuisheng thought to himself that things were going to get awkward.

He tried his best to put on a friendly smile and explained, "Don't be afraid, little friend. I'm your mother's friend. My name is Yang Shuisheng."

"friend?"

Dong Xiaoqiang clearly didn't believe it; he tilted his head, his eyes full of doubt.

"I've met all my mother's friends, and you're not one of them. You must be a thief. I... I'm going to tell Aunt Wang."

As he spoke, he turned and tried to run outside, shouting, "Aunt Wang! Aunt Wang! A thief broke into my house!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Shuisheng exclaimed, "This is outrageous!"

If this kid were to run out and shout, attracting a crowd of neighbors, he and Xu Xiuxia would be in no position to explain themselves.

Before he could think further, a thought flashed through his mind, and his internal energy surged forth, transforming into an invisible, gentle force that precisely enveloped Dong Xiaoqiang.

Just as Dong Xiaoqiang was about to take off running, he suddenly found himself unable to move.

It wasn't that I was caught, but rather that I was frozen in place by something unseen.

His leg, which had been extended, was suspended in mid-air, and his arms remained in a waving posture. He looked like a puppet, with only his eyes still moving in terror.

"Waaah...waaah...I...why can't I move?"

"You're a monster! Let me go!"

Dong Xiaoqiang was terrified. His face turned deathly pale instantly. He wanted to cry but couldn't. He could only make muffled sobs. His big eyes quickly filled with tears as he looked at Yang Shuisheng with fear.

Seeing that he was frightened, Yang Shuisheng quickly withdrew his Qi, but used it to form a gentle restraint, preventing him from escaping but allowing him to move slightly.

"Little friend, don't be afraid. I'm not a bad person, nor am I a monster."

He softened his tone and continued to coax, "I really am your mother's friend. See, if I were a bad person, I would have run away long ago. Why would I be here talking to you?"

"Shall we wait for your mother to come back together? She'll be back soon."

Dong Xiaoqiang found that he could move slightly, but the invisible restraint was still there, and he couldn't escape.

He looked at Yang Shuisheng, who seemed to genuinely mean no harm, and remembering that he couldn't move, he felt both afraid and wronged. Tears finally streamed down his face as he sobbed, "You...you're lying! You're a bad person! Let me go! I want my mother!"

Yang Shuisheng had a terrible headache.

It seems impossible to reason with a five-year-old child.

Seeing the little one crying more and more upset, I was worried that it might attract the neighbors.

His eyes lit up, and he remembered what children love most.

"Don't cry, don't cry!" Yang Shuisheng lowered his voice and said in a tempting tone, "As long as you behave and don't cry or scream, when your mother comes back later, I'll take you to buy candy, the biggest and sweetest kind of fruit candy, how about that?"

Dong Xiaoqiang sobbed for a moment, and when he heard "candy," his crying subsided a little, but he was clearly not interested. He pouted and said, "I...I don't want candy! Mom said it will hurt my teeth if I eat candy."

Sugar won't work?

Yang Shuisheng immediately changed his tune: "Then let's buy toys! Toy guns? Tin frogs? Marbles? Whatever you want, I'll buy it for you, as long as you behave and don't make a fuss."

"A toy?" Dong Xiaoqiang's eyes lit up instantly, his crying stopped completely, tears still clinging to his eyelashes. He looked at Yang Shuisheng suspiciously, "Really? You're really going to buy me a toy gun? The kind that makes a sound?"

"Really! Absolutely! We'll go buy it as soon as your mother gets back!" Yang Shuisheng assured him, patting his chest.

Dong Xiaoqiang blinked his big, teary eyes, seemingly weighing the pros and cons.

The allure of toy guns is clearly far greater than that of candy.

"Then...then you have to keep your word."

He hesitated for a moment, then asked in a low voice, "Otherwise... otherwise I'll tell my mom you're a bad person."

"You keep your word!" Yang Shuisheng breathed a sigh of relief; he had finally managed to appease the little rascal for the time being.

In the midst of this awkward and delicate atmosphere, the courtyard gate was pushed open again, and Xu Xiuxia's slightly hurried footsteps came through, accompanied by her deliberately lowered voice: "Shuisheng, I'm back. I bought the pants."

Because her family lived in town, there were shops all around, making it very convenient to buy things.

Her words came to an abrupt halt when she saw her son standing in the main room.

"Xiaoqiang? You...you're back?"

The blush on her face faded instantly, leaving her somewhat pale. Her eyes were filled with panic and embarrassment. She instinctively hid the small bag wrapped in newspaper in her hand, which was clearly a pair of newly bought pants, behind her back.

Why didn't you go to school?

Xu Xiuxia was incoherent. She was so focused on buying pants for Yang Shuisheng that she completely forgot it was Saturday and her son wasn't in school. He would come straight home from their neighbor, Sister Wang's house.

Upon seeing his mother, Dong Xiaoqiang immediately ran over, hugged Xu Xiuxia's leg, and pointed at Yang Shuisheng on the bed in the inner room with his little face upturned, complaining, "Mom! He said he's your friend and that he'd buy me toys. Is he a bad person?"

Xu Xiuxia's face flushed bright red instantly, and even her neck turned pink.

She was so embarrassed she wanted to disappear into the ground. She quickly squatted down, patted her son's head, and whispered soothingly, "Xiaoqiang, be good, don't talk nonsense."

"He...he's Mom's friend, not a bad person."

"He came to help his mother."

As she spoke, she secretly and quickly stuffed the small bag wrapped in newspaper into Yang Shuisheng's hand on the bed. Then she stood up, took her son's hand, and introduced him somewhat awkwardly: "Shuisheng, this is my son, Dong Xiaoqiang. He is five years old this year and attends preschool at the public primary school in town."

"Xiaoqiang, quick... quick, call for help."

Dong Xiaoqiang was pulled along by his mother, curiously looking at Yang Shuisheng, then at his mother's unnatural expression, his little head a little confused.

He obediently spoke, but didn't know what to call him: "Mom, what should I call him? Uncle?"

"Call...call..." Xu Xiuxia stammered.

Call me uncle?

Yang Shuisheng looked to be around twenty years old, not much younger than her, so calling him "uncle" seemed a bit old-fashioned.

Call me brother?

Then her relationship with Yang Shuisheng seems to have become even more complicated.

For a moment, she didn't know how to teach her son to address her, her face filled with embarrassment and shyness.

Seeing Xu Xiuxia's conflicted and helpless appearance, Yang Shuisheng suddenly had a bold idea.

"Xiao Qiang, right?"

"No need for that."

He gave a gentle smile, looked at the bewildered Dong Xiaoqiang, and said slowly in a serious tone, "From now on, you will call me Dad."