The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

"Alright, sister-in-law, you can get up now."

Yang Shuisheng concentrated intently, manipulating the needles. After about twenty minutes, seeing that the needles had reached their proper position, he removed the silver needles one by one.

"How are you feeling?" Yang Shuisheng asked as he removed the needle and disinfected it.

Wu Xiaohe slowly sat up, put down her clothes, and carefully felt around. A look of surprise appeared on her face: "Huh? It seems... it really doesn't itch as much anymore, it feels much more comfortable."

"Dr. Yang, you are truly amazing, you have the magic touch to bring the dead back to life."

"It's only a temporary relief; the root cause is still there." Yang Shuisheng ignored her praise, went to the outer room, and carefully selected several herbs with the effects of clearing heat and dampness, detoxifying and relieving itching from the rack where he dried herbs. He wrapped them in clean mulberry paper and handed them to Wu Xiaohe, who had followed him out.

"Go back and boil these medicines with three bowls of water down to one bowl. Drink it once in the morning and once in the evening."

"Wrap the remaining dregs in a cloth, boil them in water, let it cool to a warm temperature, and use it for a sitz bath or wash every night for three consecutive days."

"Remember to eat light meals these days, and avoid spicy and greasy foods."

"Most importantly..." Yang Shuisheng solemnly reminded again, "You must pay attention to personal hygiene, change your underwear frequently, wear loose and breathable pants, and keep your genital area dry. Don't let it get stuffy or damp anymore."

"Otherwise, even if it's cured this time, it's easy for it to recur in the future."

"I see."

Wu Xiaohe nodded repeatedly, clutching the medicine packet tightly in her hand, and said gratefully, "Thank you, Dr. Yang! I... I will definitely be careful."

As she spoke, she turned to leave, but stopped at the door, as if remembering something. Her face flushed again, and after hesitating for a moment, she turned back and blurted out in a voice filled with shame and doubt, "Dr. Yang, could it be because my genitals often...often leak fluid, causing dampness?"

This question was blunt, direct, and even somewhat vulgar.

As soon as she said it, Wu Xiaohe was stunned. Then she realized what she had said, and her face instantly turned pale, then quickly flushed red, even her neck turned red.

She wished she could dig a hole and disappear into it right now, or swallow back what she had just said.

God!

How could she ask such a shameless question?

And it was directed at a young man!

Was I confused by the acupuncture just now, or was I so tormented by the annoying itching that I spoke incoherently?

Yang Shuisheng, who was standing opposite her, was also taken aback by the sudden question, and a rare look of embarrassment and awkwardness appeared on his face.

"Cough cough—"

He coughed twice and looked away, momentarily at a loss for words.

A subtle and indescribable silence instantly filled the room.

Wu Xiaohe kept her head down, not daring to look at Yang Shuisheng at all.

"Well... from a pathological point of view, we can't rule out that possibility."

Yang Shuisheng tried his best to maintain a calm tone as a doctor, and answered with a stiff upper lip: "A humid environment can indeed easily cause inflammation, but it also depends on... how much fluid is flowing and whether it is continuous."

His words were rather awkward.

But since things have come to this point, we can only continue analyzing the illness.

"There should be... there should be quite a lot."

Wu Xiaohe's face turned bright red, and her voice was barely audible, filled with embarrassment: "I'm not really sure what the normal range should be, I just feel... constantly wet, and it's very uncomfortable."

"Is it like this all day?"

Yang Shuisheng felt a chill run down his spine, but he still needed to clarify: "Or is it only during a certain time period?"

"It's been a little uncomfortable almost all day, but it seems to be more noticeable before I go to bed at night." Wu Xiaohe's voice grew softer and softer, and her head drooped lower and lower. "Because of this, I change my underwear very frequently, but I still feel uncomfortable. Dr. Yang, is this actually an illness?"

Yang Shuisheng frowned and pondered carefully.

It is normal for women to have more vaginal discharge before and after menstruation, during pregnancy, and other special periods.

He pressed further, "Have you had your period this month?"

"I've been here before, it's been cleaned up for a long time, it's not like that time now," Wu Xiaohe answered honestly, her face a mixture of confusion and shame.

If menstruation is normal and there is no pregnancy, then the only common physiological cause of abnormally increased secretions is sexual arousal.

Yang Shuisheng immediately had a guess in his mind, but it was even more difficult to ask the question.

"Sister-in-law Xiaohe, may I ask you another question? Please don't mind."

After considering his words for a moment, he tried to remain calm and, from a doctor's perspective, asked in a gentle tone, "About how long has it been since you and your husband last had sex?"

The question was so direct that Wu Xiaohe trembled slightly, lowered her head even further, and blushed.

"It's been... about half a year."

She was silent for several seconds before speaking in an almost inaudible voice, "Dazhuang works outside, and his work is not regular. Sometimes he comes back every two or three months, and sometimes he only comes back once every six months or even a year, so... so..."

She didn't say anything more, but her meaning was clear.

The couple lived apart for a long time, and their sex life was almost nonexistent.

Yang Shuisheng was basically certain.

"Sister-in-law, if other illnesses have been ruled out, based on what you've said, it's very likely that..."

He sighed softly and tried to analyze the situation in a professional tone: "Well, it's because your body's needs are quite strong, but they haven't been relieved for a long time, which has led to some endocrine imbalance and abnormally increased secretions. In addition, the hot and stuffy weather can easily cause inflammation and itching."

"This is not a shameful disease. Many women in your situation have it to some extent."

He put it very tactfully, but the meaning was clear: this is a problem caused by long-term starvation, and your body is protesting.

Upon hearing this, Wu Xiaohe's blush spread all the way to the tips of her ears, and even her fair neck turned pink.

She bit her lip, her fingers unconsciously clenching.

Yang Shuisheng's words seemed to pierce the most secret and shameful corner of her heart.

Yes, how could she not know?

She was just a normal young woman. Her husband was away from home most of the year, and the emptiness and longing that filled her during the long nights gnawed at her like ants.

She would also have wild thoughts in the quiet of the night, and she would secretly deal with them on her own.

But a fake is still a fake. It's like scratching an itch through a boot; it not only fails to quench her thirst but also fuels her anger, making her even more restless and uneasy.

Yang Shuisheng's statement about the body's strong needs is absolutely correct.

Seeing Wu Xiaohe's embarrassed and distressed appearance, Yang Shuisheng felt some sympathy for her.

He thought for a moment and offered his suggestion: "Sister-in-law, if you can get in touch with Brother Chen, you should send him a message and ask him to come back when he has some free time so you can have a good get-together."

"Balancing Yin and Yang is good for your health, and it might alleviate these symptoms a lot."

"Unable to contact."

Wu Xiaohe shook her head, a bitter and helpless look on her face: "His work locations are not fixed, and there's no definite answer."

"He's always the one sending letters and money home. It's difficult for me to find him."

This is a difficult situation.

Yang Shuisheng was also a little confused.

He can't exactly tell you to find a lover to settle things, can he?

He could only suggest more subtly: "So, do you usually... um, have you tried to relieve stress?"

"For example, shift your attention, do something else, or do something else yourself..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but Wu Xiaohe understood what he meant.

"I've tried doing it myself."

Wu Xiaohe's head was almost buried in her chest, her voice trembling slightly and filled with an unspoken honesty: "But...but I just don't feel right, and it's even worse afterward. I can't suppress the urge in my heart, and instead, I want it even more."

As she said this, she secretly raised her eyelids and quickly glanced at Yang Shuisheng.

This glance was no longer one of simple shyness, but one brimming with passion.

Her gaze swept quickly over Yang Shuisheng's upper body, which revealed his strong chest and arms; the solid muscle lines were full of the power and aura of a young man.

Her heart suddenly raced, her throat went dry, and an even stronger surge of heat uncontrollably rose from her lower abdomen.

Yang Shuisheng's heart skipped a beat when she gave him that complicated look. He felt inexplicably uncomfortable, and goosebumps instantly rose on his arms.

That look in his eyes... something's off.