The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

It took Guo Cuihong a while to calm down a bit.

She released Xiaobao, hastily wiped the tears and snot from her face with her sleeve, and then remembered that Yang Shuisheng was still standing next to her. She quickly pulled Xiaobao and was about to kneel down before Yang Shuisheng with a thud: "Shuisheng! I, Guo Cuihong, could never repay your great kindness even if I were to work like a cow or a horse for the rest of my life."

"Thank you! Thank you for finding my son."

"Auntie, please stop!"

Yang Shuisheng quickly reached out to help her up, preventing her from kneeling down: "We're all neighbors, this is what we should do. As long as Xiaobao comes back safely, that's more important than anything else."

Guo Cuihong was helped up by Yang Shuisheng and did not insist on kneeling down anymore, but tears of gratitude still flowed uncontrollably.

She held Xiao Bao's hand and kept urging him to kowtow and thank Yang Shuisheng.

Although Xiao Bao was still sobbing, he knew that it was this uncle who had brought him back, so he obediently kowtowed to Yang Shuisheng and said in his childish voice, "Thank you, Uncle."

"Alright, alright, get up." Yang Shuisheng pulled the little guy up, rubbed his head, and said, "From now on, you have to listen to your mother and not run around like that anymore, understand?"

Xiao Bao nodded vigorously.

Looking at her son, whom she had lost and then found again, and then at Yang Shuisheng, Guo Cuihong was overwhelmed with mixed feelings.

"Shuisheng, you have to stay for dinner today, no matter what."

She grabbed Yang Shuisheng's arm, refusing to let him leave: "I don't have much to offer you, but you must let me cook a meal to thank you. If you don't eat, you're disrespecting me."

Yang Shuisheng couldn't refuse, and seeing that it was indeed late, and that he would be going home to a cold house, he nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll trouble you, Auntie."

"No trouble at all! No trouble at all!" Guo Cuihong smiled through her tears and quickly invited Yang Shuisheng into the house to sit down, while she busily began preparing dinner.

She first quickly cleaned and washed Xiaobao, changed him into clean clothes, and then deftly started a fire to cook.

Although her family wasn't well-off, Guo Cuihong still took out a few eggs from her meager food supplies, picked some fresh green vegetables from the vegetable garden behind the house, and decided to cook two dishes and a pot of thick porridge to entertain Yang Shuisheng.

Hearing the noise, Lin Wan quietly came out from the inner room.

She looked better than a few days ago, and the fragility and timidity in her eyes had lessened considerably, replaced by a more composed demeanor.

She first nodded slightly to Yang Shuisheng as a greeting, and then sat quietly in front of the stove to help Guo Cuihong tend the fire with practiced ease.

The food was served quickly.

A bowl of golden scrambled eggs, a plate of bright green bok choy, a large bowl of steaming white porridge, and a small dish of homemade pickled vegetables.

In an ordinary family, this would be considered a very good meal for entertaining guests.

"Eat it while it's hot, it's fresh."

"We don't have anything fancy at home, please don't mind." Guo Cuihong warmly placed a large spoonful of eggs on Yang Shuisheng's plate.

"Auntie, don't be shy, I can do it myself, this is already very good." Yang Shuisheng smiled and took the bowl, and since he was indeed hungry, he picked up the bowl and started eating.

The food was simple, but it smelled delicious.

Xiao Bao was probably tired from crying and hungry. He held a small bowl and ate noisily.

Guo Cuihong barely touched her own food, but kept urging Yang Shuisheng to eat more, her eyes overflowing with gratitude.

Lin Wan also sipped her porridge, her movements elegant and graceful, somewhat out of place at the farmhouse table, yet surprisingly harmonious.

She would occasionally look up, her gaze quickly sweeping over Yang Shuisheng, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

After they had almost finished eating, Guo Cuihong began to clear the dishes.

Lin Wan also got up to help.

Just as Yang Shuisheng was about to take his leave, Lin Wan finally mustered up her courage and, taking advantage of Guo Cuihong's absence while she was washing the pots at the stove, approached Yang Shuisheng and asked in a low, urgent voice, "Has anyone sent any mail to my home these past few days?"

Seeing the cautious anticipation in Lin Wan's eyes, Yang Shuisheng sighed inwardly.

He knew that although the woman appeared calm on the surface, she must be extremely anxious inside. After all, she was a pampered young lady who had been spoiled since childhood. Now she was stranded in this remote mountain village, cut off from her family. Her helplessness and panic were unimaginable.

Not yet.

He gently shook his head, his tone gentle but firm: "Peach Blossom Valley is a remote place, so news comes in slowly. Don't be too anxious."

The light in Lin Wan's eyes dimmed, her long eyelashes drooped even lower, and she bit her lower lip and softly hummed in agreement. Her pitiful appearance, as if she was trying to suppress her disappointment, was enough to soften anyone's heart.

"But don't worry too much."

Yang Shuisheng softened his voice and comforted her, "In a few more days, I'll be able to harvest the bok choy in my field. I can take it to town and sell it to get some cash."

"It will be almost time for our agreed meeting."

"If by then there is still no news from your family, or no one comes to pick you up, I will personally take you back to the provincial capital."

"No matter what, I'll make sure you get home safely, okay?"

This was a plan he had come up with long ago.

Firstly, the bok choy in the field is indeed ready to be sold soon, which is currently his main source of income.

Secondly, he promised Lin Wan to wait another half month, which was about the right time.

Thirdly, he had previously thought about having the opportunity to visit the provincial capital, since it was larger and might offer more opportunities to find the resources or clues needed for cultivation.

"Okay, whatever you say."

Lin Wan felt a little more at ease after hearing how well he had arranged things.

"It's nothing, it's my duty." Yang Shuisheng waved his hand. "You can continue to stay here without worry. Aunt Cuihong is a kind person and will take good care of you."

"Just tell her if you need anything. It's only a few days, it'll be over soon."

After greeting Guo Cuihong again and politely declining her invitation to stay a while longer, Yang Shuisheng got up and left Guo Cuihong's house.

As darkness fell, a cool evening breeze blew against my skin.

Back in his quiet little courtyard, Yang Shuisheng closed the door and went into the main room.

Without lighting a lamp, he carefully took out the century-old wild ginseng wrapped in old newspaper, using the last bit of daylight filtering in from the window.

Even in dim light, you can feel the pure vitality of the plants it exudes.

Yang Shuisheng took a deep breath and felt that the ten true qi vortexes in his chest cavity seemed to become more active.

"With this treasure, I'm at least 70% confident of breaking through to the second level of Qi Condensation." Yang Shuisheng was burning with excitement and couldn't wait to start trying.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, placed the wild ginseng in front of him, adjusted his breathing, and prepared to circulate his cultivation technique. He first absorbed some of the spiritual energy emitted by the ginseng rootlets and attempted to break through his meridians.

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

However, just as he calmed down and circulated his inner energy for one small cycle, a knock came from outside the courtyard gate.

Immediately afterwards, a deliberately softened female voice rang out from outside the door: "It's me, Wu Xiaohe."

Yang Shuisheng frowned. Why is it her again?

And they just had to come at this time.

He was somewhat reluctant, but since they were already at the door, he couldn't just pretend he hadn't heard them.

He had no choice but to temporarily suppress his urge to cultivate, carefully wrapped the precious wild ginseng in newspaper again, hid it away, and went over to open the courtyard gate.

As soon as the door opened, a faint fragrance wafted in.

Wu Xiaohe was standing prettily outside the door, holding a bamboo basket covered with a blue floral cloth.

Yang Shuisheng looked up and his heart stirred slightly.

Wu Xiaohe was clearly dressed up on purpose.

She changed out of her old clothes from the daytime and put on a well-fitting floral shirt. The shirt was made of thin fabric, and when the evening breeze blew, it subtly outlined the shape of the red vest underneath and the full curve of her breasts.

The top two buttons of her collar were deliberately left undone, revealing a patch of snow-white skin. She wore a pair of dark blue trousers, not new, but they clung tightly to her plump hips and thighs. When she walked, the swaying motion was more pronounced than usual, and her silhouette was clearly visible.