The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking.

Yang Shuisheng was still lying in bed, pondering his breakthrough to the second level of Qi Condensation, when a knock came from outside the courtyard gate, followed by a woman's hesitant voice.

"Yang...Cadre Yang? Is Dr. Yang home?"

Yang Shuisheng frowned. Who would come to see a doctor so early?

He got up, put on a T-shirt, walked over and opened the wooden door.

Standing outside the door was a young woman of about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, wearing a blue cloth shirt, with her hair neatly combed and tied in a bun at the back of her head. Her face was unadorned, but she had delicate features and fair skin, making her a rare beauty in the village.

Yang Shuisheng recognized her; she was Chen Dazhuang's wife from the village, named Wu Xiaohe.

Chen Dazhuang works as a delivery driver, moving goods around year-round. At home, it's just her and her mother-in-law. They usually just nod to each other when they bump into each other in the village, and they don't have much contact.

At this moment, Wu Xiaohe stood at the door, her face flushed with an unnatural blush, her eyes darting away, not daring to look at Yang Shuisheng, looking as if she wanted to say something but was too shy to speak.

"Oh, it's Sister-in-law Xiaohe! So early, is something the matter?"

"Are you still feeling unwell?"

Yang Shuisheng stepped aside to clear the doorway and asked in a calm tone.

He is now a village doctor, and it's common for people to come to him for medical treatment.

Wu Xiaohe lowered her head and took small steps into the courtyard. She stood at the entrance of the main room but refused to go any further.

"Dr. Yang, I'm not feeling well."

She bit her lip, her voice barely audible, "I...I want you to take a look."

"Where do you feel unwell? Come inside and sit down, I'll take a look." Yang Shuisheng pointed to the chairs in the main room.

"I... I can't really explain what's wrong with me."

But Wu Xiaohe moved to the chair but didn't sit down. Instead, her face turned even redder. After stammering for a while, she said in a very low voice, "It's just... it's just that these past few days, I've been feeling a little... a little itchy down there, and it's kind of uncomfortable."

"I was too embarrassed to tell others, but I heard that you are now a village doctor and have good medical skills, so... I mustered up the courage to come and ask if there was any way to help you."

When she spoke of her lower body, her voice was almost inaudible, her head drooped even lower, and her ears turned bright red; she was clearly extremely embarrassed.

In the countryside, it takes a lot of courage for a young wife to talk about such private problems with a young man who is not her husband.

Upon hearing this, Yang Shuisheng showed no unusual expression on his face, and his eyes remained calm, displaying the professional attitude of a doctor towards a patient.

"Sister-in-law, please sit down first, don't be nervous."

He nodded and pointed to the stool: "I am a doctor, and treating patients is my duty."

"No matter what the illness is, you have to figure out what's going on first before you can treat it properly."

"Come on, stretch out your hand, let me take your pulse first."

His composure and naturalness made Wu Xiaohe relax a little.

She sat down as instructed, extended her right hand, and placed it on the broken table. Yang Shuisheng had placed a clean cloth under her wrist.

Yang Shuisheng placed three fingers on her pulse and examined it carefully.

At the same time, he asked a few questions seemingly casually.

"Besides itching, do you feel anything else?"

For example, is there pain or swelling? Is there a lot of vaginal discharge?

"Is the color and smell normal?"

"How have you been eating and sleeping lately? How are your bowel movements?"

He asked directly, but in a calm tone, just like a doctor asking a patient a question.

"It doesn't hurt, it's just unbearably itchy, especially at night..."

Wu Xiaohe was a little embarrassed to answer at first, but seeing Yang Shuisheng's clear eyes and no ulterior motives, she gradually let go of her shame and answered softly one by one: "The discharge seems to be more than usual, the color is a bit yellow, and the smell seems a bit strange. I can eat and sleep fine, but this itching is bothering me."

"Oh, by the way, his bowel movements and urination are normal."

As Yang Shuisheng listened, he also felt her pulse.

Her pulse was wiry, slippery, and slightly rapid. When she stuck out her tongue, her tongue coating was thin and yellow.

Based on the symptoms, he already had a general idea of ​​what was going on.

"Sister-in-law Xiaohe, your problem seems to be some inflammation down there."

After taking her pulse, he withdrew his hand, looked at Wu Xiaohe, and said with certainty, "In traditional Chinese medicine, this is called leukorrhea or vaginal itching."

"It's related to damp heat, poor hygiene, or the recent hot and stuffy weather."

"It's not a serious problem, but it will be uncomfortable if left untreated, and it may even get worse."

"I'll give you acupuncture to clear your meridians, remove heat and dampness, and I'll also prescribe some herbal medicine for internal use and external washing. You should be better in a few days."

"However, the most important thing is to pay special attention to personal hygiene in the future and keep the area dry and breathable."

When Wu Xiaohe heard that it was inflammation and that acupuncture was needed, her face turned red again, but when she heard that it could be cured, hope appeared in her eyes.

She quickly replied, "Dr. Yang, I'm very clean. I take a shower at least every other day, and sometimes every day in the summer."

Yang Shuisheng shook his head and patiently explained, "It's good that you like taking baths, but it's not particularly related to your illness."

"The main issue is that area below, which has a unique structure. In hot weather, if you wear pants that are too thick, not breathable, or made of poor-quality material, sweating can cause it to become damp and stuffy, which can easily breed bacteria and cause inflammation."

"Also, being in a damp environment for a long time, such as wearing clothes without drying off after showering, or wearing underwear that hasn't been completely dried, can also easily cause problems."

"So the key is to keep it dry and breathable."

As he spoke, he got up and went to the inner room to get his needle case and alcohol swabs.

"Sister-in-law, go lie down on the bed in the inner room, lift up your shirt a little so that your navel and lower abdomen are exposed."

After taking it out, he said to Wu Xiaohe, "I'll give you a few acupuncture needles at the Guanyuan, Qihai, and Sanyinjiao acupoints on your legs."

"Don't be afraid, Sister-in-law Xiaohe, it won't hurt."

Upon hearing that she had to lie down and lift her clothes, Wu Xiaohe's face instantly turned as red as if it were about to bleed, and her body froze.

But when she looked at Yang Shuisheng's calm and focused gaze, and thought about the annoying itching below, she gritted her teeth, lowered her head, and followed Yang Shuisheng into the inner room. She lay down stiffly on the wooden bed, and then, with trembling hands, lifted the hem of her blue cloth shirt to reveal her flat, fair, and slender abdomen, without an ounce of fat, and her small and cute navel.

Her skin was very fair, like fine porcelain in the dim light, and undulated slightly with nervousness, carrying the soft, lustrous glow unique to young women.

Yang Shuisheng's gaze swept across the area, his mind free of distractions.

He first disinfected the silver needles and his fingers with an alcohol swab, then concentrated and moved with lightning speed, accurately inserting a silver needle into the Guanyuan acupoint, three inches below Wu Xiaohe's navel, followed by the Qihai acupoint, and then into the Sanyinjiao acupoint on the inner side of her calf.

As he inserted the needles, a trace of his own vital energy subtly seeped into the needles, enhancing the sensation and promoting blood circulation.

"Um……"

When the silver needles are inserted into the body, they bring a sensation of soreness, numbness, and distension, but not pain; instead, they bring a strange sense of comfort.

Wu Xiaohe couldn't help but let out a soft moan, her body trembling slightly, both from the stimulation of acupuncture and from the shame and nervousness of having her most private area touched by a strange man.

She kept her eyes tightly shut, her long eyelashes trembling, and her hands gripped the sheets beneath her.