The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

Looking at the expanse of white skin before him and Wu Xiaohe's watery, yearning eyes, Yang Shuisheng's mind went blank for a moment.

Reason told him that this was wrong, very wrong!

He and Wu Xiaohe rarely interacted, and this was only their second meeting today. Even though they had contact during the medical visit, it was far from the level where they could have such intimate contact.

However, the heat inside his body became increasingly unbearable, like tiny snakes writhing through his limbs and bones, assaulting his reason and eroding his defenses.

Even more frightening is that my body seems to be starting to disobey my commands.

The heat gathered in his lower abdomen, making a certain part of him as hard as iron, and painfully swollen.

The mature woman's fragrance emanating from Wu Xiaohe now carried an indescribable allure, like an invisible hand stirring his most primal desires.

He kissed her as if possessed.

"Um……"

A satisfied murmur escaped Wu Xiaohe's throat. She seemed to sense the stiffness and change in Yang Shuisheng's body, and her eyes brightened.

Without waiting for Yang Shuisheng's reaction, she quickly straightened up, her steps unsteady as she ran to the door of the main room. With a "click," she bolted the door from the inside, then turned around and walked quickly back to Yang Shuisheng's side.

"Dr. Yang, are you feeling dizzy? Your face is so red..." Wu Xiaohe's voice was filled with concern, but even more so with an barely suppressed excitement.

She reached out and took Yang Shuisheng's arm. Her hand was cold, but when it touched Yang Shuisheng's burning hot skin, it sent a shiver down her spine.

"Come on, let me help you to bed for a while, you'll feel better after a rest."

As she spoke, she used force, almost lifting Yang Shuisheng off the stool.

Yang Shuisheng tried to break free, but found his limbs were weak, as if the heat had drained most of his strength. He was actually half-supported and half-dragged to the bedside.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together as they supported each other.

Yang Shuisheng could clearly feel Wu Xiaohe's full, soft breasts squeezing and rubbing against his arms and sides through the thin fabric, their elasticity astonishing.

The fragrance emanating from her body, mixed with the smell of sweat, permeated his nostrils even more intensely.

It wasn't until Wu Xiaohe laid him down on the bed that Yang Shuisheng's mind suddenly jolted, and he instantly realized that there must be something wrong with the chicken soup.

He was drugged!

No wonder my body reacted so strangely, violently, and uncontrollably.

"Damn it! I was careless." Yang Shuisheng cursed inwardly, both shocked and angry.

He never expected that Wu Xiaohe, this seemingly shy young wife, would dare to drug him; her motives were self-evident.

He immediately tried to circulate his internal energy to expel or neutralize the invading medicinal power.

Two tiny vortexes of true energy accelerated their rotation, and the pure true energy surged into the limbs and bones, attempting to envelop and dissolve the restless, fiery heat that was rampaging through the blood vessels.

However, this medicine seems to have some tricks up its sleeve. Its effects are not particularly strong, but it is exceptionally stubborn, like a bone-deep ulcer, intertwined with the blood and qi.

With the cleansing effect of the true qi, the medicinal power was partially worn down, and the heat and weakness were somewhat relieved, but it would take a long time to completely eliminate them.

He estimated that it would take at least half an hour of full-force exertion to fully regain control of his body.

But right now, Wu Xiaohe clearly won't give him that time.

"Dr. Yang, you're burning up." Wu Xiaohe stood by the bed, looking down at Yang Shuisheng, who was lying on his back, her eyes glazed over and her breathing rapid.

She no longer concealed herself, her gaze greedily sweeping over Yang Shuisheng's strong and muscular chest. She reached out and, with trembling hands, began to unbutton Yang Shuisheng's clothes.

Yang Shuisheng tried to stop him, but his arm, which he had raised halfway, fell limply to the ground.

Most of his internal energy was being used to counteract the effects of the medicine, and it was already quite difficult for him to remain conscious; his control over his body had greatly decreased.

Wu Xiaohe easily unbuttoned his T-shirt and pulled the collar open to reveal Yang Shuisheng's well-defined and clearly bulging chest and abdominal muscles.

Sweat streamed down his muscular skin, glistening alluringly in the dim light.

"Really sturdy..."

Wu Xiaohe murmured, her eyes filled with fascination. She reached out her fingers and gently stroked Yang Shuisheng's taut chest muscles. Her fingertips brushed against his burning skin, bringing a series of subtle shivers.

Her fingers were cool and had a distinct feel.

"Dr. Yang, you're so hot. Shall I help you cool down?" She said, as if talking to herself, or as if asking for permission.

Before Yang Shuisheng could answer, she lowered her head and pressed her moist lips to his chest, first kissing him gently, then beginning to suck and lick eagerly, leaving a trail of wet marks.

Yang Shuisheng's body trembled violently, and a suppressed groan escaped his throat.

This was due to both the sudden stimulation and the conflict between the medicinal power and internal energy within the body.

He could clearly feel the softness and warmth of Wu Xiaohe's lips, as well as the pleasure brought by her nimble and slippery tongue.

Wu Xiaohe grew bolder and bolder.

She climbed onto the bed, straddled Yang Shuisheng's waist, and began to touch him more brazenly.

She ripped off her floral shirt, revealing a tight red tank top underneath, her full, snow-white breasts trembling and seemingly about to burst forth.

"I'm sorry, Dr. Yang."

She leaned down, pressing herself tightly against Yang Shuisheng, her burning cheek against his neck, breathing heavily in his ear, her voice carrying a resolute air of despair.

"Sister-in-law... Sister-in-law, I really can't stand it anymore, I miss you so much."

"Just pretend, just take pity on your sister-in-law."

She stopped pretending and her actions became rough and direct as she began to tear at Yang Shuisheng's belt.

Yang Shuisheng lay on his back on the bed, looking at the blurry darkness of the ceiling, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

Anger, helplessness, and a hint of primal male desire that had been forcibly aroused.

He knew that things had come to this point, and he was powerless to resist. Moreover, he would suffer as long as the effects of the drug remained.

Looking at the woman on his body, so passionate and almost melting him, he suddenly realized that the effects of cultivating the "Hehuan Nourishing Qi Technique" varied from person to person.

Wu Xiaohe has been living alone for a long time, and her yin essence has probably accumulated a lot. Moreover, at this moment, her emotions are surging, making it a good time for her to cultivate.

Although the method is ridiculous, it might speed up the dissipation of the drug's effects and even yield some benefits.

Once this thought crossed his mind, Yang Shuisheng simply gave up on futile resistance and struggle.

He closed his eyes, no longer thinking about whether it was right or wrong, and began to fully circulate the "Hehuan Nourishing Qi Technique," guiding the true qi in his body to flow along specific meridian routes, preparing for the upcoming cultivation.

Soon, Wu Xiaohe got what she wanted.

She held Yang Shuisheng tightly beneath her, as if she wanted to vent all the loneliness, longing, and pain she had felt over the years in this one moment.

While passively enduring Wu Xiaohe's relentless attacks, Yang Shuisheng was also fully utilizing his internal energy cultivation techniques.

He could clearly feel an exceptionally pure and gentle primordial yin energy continuously flowing into his body.

This aura seemed even more solid than the ones he had previously obtained from Zhou Caifeng and even Xu Xiuxia.

Perhaps it was because Wu Xiaohe had been suppressing her emotions for too long, resulting in a deep accumulation of yin energy, and it was also because it was the first time the two of them had intercourse.

This surge of pure Yin energy rapidly merged with the Yang energy within his body, not only accelerating the dissolution of the remaining medicinal power but also significantly increasing the rotation speed of his ten Qi vortexes, which themselves seemed to solidify and grow stronger.

The results were surprisingly good!

Under Yang Shuisheng's guidance, it gradually turned into a unique cultivation experience that was exhilarating and immersive for both parties.

More than an hour later.

The wind stopped and the rain ceased.

Wu Xiaohe lay limply on Yang Shuisheng like a lump of mud, her whole body covered in sweat, and she didn't even have the strength to move a finger.

She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving, her face flushed with satisfaction and languid. Her eyes were hazy as she looked at Yang Shuisheng, whose eyes had cleared, beneath her. A charming yet slightly reproachful smile played on her lips, and her voice was terribly hoarse.

"You heartless bastard, you look so respectable, I never expected you to be so capable."

"You really wore my sister-in-law out."

She emphasized the word "capable" a little more, with a clear hint of teasing, and two blushes rose on her face.

Although she was extremely tired, the relief and radiance in her eyes after a long period of suppression could not be concealed.