The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

Seeing that Zhou Caifeng believed most of it, Yang Shuisheng breathed a sigh of relief, but he still had to keep up the act.

He immediately frowned, a look of suppressed pain on his face, took a slight breath, and tentatively stepped forward with his left foot.

"Hiss~~"

He swayed, as if about to fall to the side.

"Hey, be careful." Zhou Caifeng rushed forward, not caring about anything else, and reached out to support Yang Shuisheng's arm, letting him lean most of his weight on her.

The rich, mature woman's aura emanating from her instantly enveloped Yang Shuisheng.

"Quick, let me help you inside to sit down, don't stand!"

With her help, Yang Shuisheng limped back into the house and sat down on the edge of the bed.

He deliberately stuck out his left leg, making it seem as if he was hesitant to exert force.

Zhou Caifeng squatted down and carefully examined his left ankle.

The skin around my ankle was smooth, without any redness, swelling, or bruising; everything looked normal.

She was a little confused, so she reached out and gently pressed her finger on her ankle bone, tentatively asking, "Does it hurt here?"

"Ouch! That hurts! Right here." Yang Shuisheng immediately put on his acting skills, suddenly pulling his foot back, gasping for breath, showing a pained expression on his face, and even sweating a little on his forehead.

Actually, it's mainly because the sweat from when I broke through just now hadn't completely dried.

"I'm so sorry, I... I didn't mean to."

Zhou Caifeng was startled by his reaction and quickly withdrew her hand, looking apologetic and distressed: "Does it really hurt that much? It doesn't look swollen. Did you hurt a tendon? We can't be careless about this!"

"Shuisheng, listen to me, just stay home and rest for the next couple of days, don't go anywhere."

She believed him completely, stood up, and put her hand on Yang Shuisheng's shoulder, her tone full of concern: "Put aside the work in the fields and the affairs of the village for now, it's important to recover from your injury."

"I'll go back and get you some medicinal wine. Old Zhao has some top-quality safflower oil and liniment for bruises. I'll secretly get some for you to rub on it. It'll help improve blood circulation and remove blood stasis, and you'll recover faster."

"No need, Aunt Feng, it's too much trouble for you. I'll be fine after resting for a couple of days." Yang Shuisheng weakly waved his hand, trying to decline.

"What's with all the trouble? Why are you being so polite with me?"

"Wait here, I'll be right back, and I'll get you something to eat." Zhou Caifeng didn't give her a chance to say anything more, and turned to leave hurriedly. At the door, she turned back and added, "Stay put and don't move around, I'll be there soon!"

Watching Zhou Caifeng's hurried departure, the pain on Yang Shuisheng's face vanished instantly, replaced by calm.

He moved his left foot and felt no discomfort.

This woman genuinely cares for him, but she's a bit too clingy.

Taking advantage of the brief moment Zhou Caifeng was away, Yang Shuisheng didn't even bother to find some clothes to wear. Since there was no one else in the room, he couldn't wait to start testing the power of his true qi after his breakthrough.

With a thought, the pale white vortex the size of a glass marble in his dantian began to rotate slightly faster. A wisp of warm true energy, thinner than a strand of hair yet incredibly solid, was instantly drawn out and flowed along his meridians to his right hand.

His gaze fell on the somewhat rusty wood-chopping knife standing in the corner.

When he was still only at the Qi Sensing stage, he tried to control this heavy wood-chopping knife with Qi Sensing, but it was very difficult. He could only make it sway a few times and could not control it to fly at all.

At this moment, he stretched out his right hand, and his true energy emanated from his body, transforming into an invisible pulling force that enveloped the blade.

"Rise!" Yang Shuisheng shouted inwardly.

The wood-chopping knife trembled slightly and slowly rose from the ground, hovering about a foot above the ground.

Although there is still a slight wobbling, it is much more stable than before when it was teetering on the verge of falling.

A look of joy flashed in Yang Shuisheng's eyes.

He tried to control the machete to fly around the house.

The machete began to move slowly according to his will, moving forward, backward, and turning... Although the speed was not fast and the movements were somewhat clumsy and stiff, far less agile and swift than controlling a light dart, it did indeed fly.

Moreover, in his perception, the amount of true energy consumed in controlling this wood-chopping knife was far less than expected, and was completely within a controllable range.

He then added a weight test.

It was discovered that with his meager amount of true energy, the maximum weight he could control was approximately twenty pounds.

Once it exceeds 20 kilograms, it will feel like when you still have a sense of energy, you will feel powerless and unable to control it precisely, you can only barely move it.

However, he can already perform basic tasks such as retrieving objects remotely and controlling flight for objects weighing less than 20 kilograms.

This was undoubtedly a qualitative leap for him.

Next, he tested the darts.

Infuse your inner energy, and with a single thought!

"call out--"

A dart shot out, fast as lightning, leaving an almost invisible trail of cold light in the air, and precisely embedded itself in the brim of a tattered straw hat hanging on the opposite wall, penetrating deep into the wood.

The distance the darts traveled was far greater than before.

Yang Shuisheng estimated that the effective killing and precise control distance had increased from the original 20 or 30 meters to about 100 meters.

Within this range, he can hit exactly where he points, without missing a shot.

Moreover, as the distance closes, his control over the darts becomes incredibly precise, even allowing him to manipulate them to make subtle changes in direction, deceleration, and hovering in the air, truly making them as easy to control as an extension of his own arm.

"Very good!"

Yang Shuisheng was thrilled.

Only when one breaks through to the first level of Qi Condensation can one be considered to have truly embarked on the path of cultivation.

His strength has improved in all aspects, making him much stronger than before when he was at the Qi Refining Realm.

Whether it's strength, speed, endurance, the five senses, or this mysterious ability to manipulate objects, everything has improved significantly, giving him more confidence and anticipation for his upcoming plans.

Just as he was about to retrieve the darts and try others, he heard hurried footsteps outside the courtyard again.

It's Zhou Caifeng who's back.

Yang Shuisheng quickly composed himself, withdrew his inner energy, and the dart nailed to the wall flew back to his hand with a "whoosh," while the woodcutter's knife silently fell back to its original position in the corner.

He sat back down on the edge of the bed, his face once again bearing that slightly tired and pained expression.

"Shuisheng, have you been waiting long enough?"

Zhou Caifeng came running in, panting, carrying a small cloth bag, her forehead covered in sweat.

Seeing Yang Shuisheng sitting obediently on the bed, she breathed a sigh of relief and quickly came over: "I brought some medicinal wine, as well as some braised meat and steamed buns. Have some first."

She first took out a small brown glass bottle from her cloth bag, which contained half a bottle of red medicinal oil.

Without saying a word, he squatted down in front of Yang Shuisheng and was about to take off his shoes and socks to apply medicine to him.

"Aunt Feng, I can do it myself." Yang Shuisheng was a little embarrassed, as there was actually nothing wrong with his foot.

"How can you see it yourself? Don't move." Zhou Caifeng rolled her eyes at him, and quickly took off his shoes and socks, revealing his bare feet.

She poured some medicated oil into her palm, rubbed it to warm it, and then gently applied it to Yang Shuisheng's left ankle, beginning to massage it with her palm in a light but firm motion.

Her palms were warm and soft, carrying the pungent smell of medicinal oil. Her movements were very gentle and careful, and she asked as she massaged, "Does it hurt? Is this pressure okay?"

"It's alright, it doesn't hurt, it's quite comfortable." Yang Shuisheng said honestly, the massage was indeed quite comfortable.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Caifeng smiled and kneaded the rubbed even more diligently.

She lowered her head, her neck curving into a graceful arc. Her collar opened slightly with the movement, and from this angle, Yang Shuisheng could even see the deep cleavage of her full breasts as she bent over, trembling slightly under her thin shirt with her movements, full of elasticity.