The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

Ah, it's true what they say, "You can search high and low without finding it, but then it comes to you effortlessly."

Yang Shuisheng sneered inwardly, then closed his eyes again, remaining calm and composed.

The underling shaving Yang Shuisheng paused for a moment, glanced at Zhang Fugui who had entered, then at Yang Shuisheng who had his eyes closed and was expressionless, and didn't dare to say anything more before continuing his work.

Another idle underling stepped forward to greet Zhang Fugui, put a cape around his neck, and began to cut his hair.

Zhang Fugui was completely oblivious to Yang Shuisheng, who was sitting on the chair next to him with his face covered in soap suds. He didn't even recognize him after glancing at him. He was still bragging to the barber, "The factory's doing well lately. I think I'll get a bigger bonus this month. Once I get the money, I'll take my wife and son to the county town."

He seemed to be in a really good mood, probably feeling that he had gotten revenge on Xu Xiuxia and the gigolo by spreading rumors, and that he had vented his anger.

Yang Shuisheng got it done quickly, and his younger brother wiped him clean with a hot towel.

Yang Shuisheng opened his eyes, looked at his clean and neat face in the mirror, and nodded in satisfaction.

Then his gaze shifted to Zhang Fugui, who was sitting on the chair next to him, having just finished getting a haircut and was looking up with his eyes closed, waiting for a shave.

He winked at the underling who was shaving him, then gestured towards Zhang Fugui with his lip, and then held out his hand.

The young man paused for a moment, then understood what Yang Shuisheng meant. A hint of nervousness appeared on his face, but he quickly wiped the sharp razor in his hand with a towel and carefully handed it to Yang Shuisheng.

Yang Shuisheng took the razor, weighed it between his fingers, and found the blade to be gleaming.

He stood up and walked to Zhang Fugui's side.

Upon seeing this, the underling who was shaving Zhang Fugui subconsciously stopped what he was doing and looked at Yang Shuisheng with some confusion.

Zhang Fugui felt the soap suds on his face being wiped off and then stopped. He urged impatiently, "Hey, buddy, hurry up, I'm in a rush to get back to the factory."

Yang Shuisheng didn't say anything, but waved to the stunned underling, signaling him to move aside.

Then, he stood behind Zhang Fugui, bent down, gently placed his left hand on Zhang Fugui's forehead, and held the sharp razor in his right hand, slowly slicing down Zhang Fugui's cheek with the blade.

The cold blade pressed against my skin, bringing a slight chill.

Zhang Fugui thought the barber had started shaving, so he didn't pay attention and continued to enjoy the experience with his eyes closed.

However, the next second, the blade did not glide smoothly as usual, but paused slightly, leaving a shallow cut on his left cheek.

A sharp pain came!

"hiss--"

Zhang Fugui gasped in pain, his eyes snapping open in shock and rage. "Do you even know how to shave...?"

His angry outburst came to an abrupt halt.

Because when he opened his eyes, he was facing the huge mirror in front of him.

In the mirror, he saw a young man standing behind him, holding a blood-dripping razor, coldly watching him.

He would recognize that face even if it turned to ashes!

Yang Shuisheng was the same person who had embarrassed him at the toy store a few days ago, caused him to have a big fight with his wife when he got home, and wasted money.

Zhang Fugui's eyes widened instantly, his mouth gaped open wide enough to fit an egg, and the color drained from his face in an instant, leaving only fear and disbelief.

He froze in his chair, forgetting even to breathe.

"Why did you stop talking, Brother Zhang?" Yang Shuisheng's voice was low, even casual, as if he were chatting about everyday things. "Weren't you quite talkative just now? Keep going, I'm listening."

Zhang Fugui swallowed hard, his throat bobbing, the muscles on his face twitching slightly from fear and pain.

Even if he's stupid, he'll understand now!

This kid must have heard the rumors about Xu Xiuxia in town and come to settle scores.

His heart pounded, and a cold sweat instantly broke out on his back.

"Brother Yang? It's...it's you? What a coincidence."

A sliver of hope lingered in his heart. He suppressed his fear, forced a smile, and, his voice trembling, feigned ignorance, asked, "You...you're here for a haircut too?"

"Um... what are you trying to do by pointing a knife at me?"

"Nothing much." Yang Shuisheng held the razor and gently patted Zhang Fugui's other cheek, which was covered in soap suds, with the flat of the blade. The cool touch made Zhang Fugui shiver. "I saw that Brother Zhang still had some soap suds on his face, so I thought I'd help you out and shave it clean."

"What's wrong, Brother Zhang? You're not happy about it?"

"Yes! Yes, oh no... no, no need." Zhang Fugui was so frightened that he stammered, his body instinctively trying to jump up from the chair. "I suddenly remembered that I have something urgent at the factory. I'll leave now."

As he spoke, he reached for the apron around his neck.

"Don't move."

Yang Shuisheng's left hand, like an iron clamp, suddenly pressed down on Zhang Fugui's shoulder.

The seemingly casual press felt like a mountain had crushed Zhang Fugui; half his body went numb, and his buttocks, which he had just lifted, slumped back down, leaving him unable to move.

"Brother Zhang, this knife of mine is incredibly sharp." Yang Shuisheng leaned down and whispered in Zhang Fugui's ear, his voice low and icy, "If you move around too much, and I accidentally slash your face and neck, don't blame me."

"When the time comes, will you blame me for being careless, or blame yourself for not cooperating?"

As he spoke, the sharp tip of the knife seemed to hover lightly near Zhang Fugui's Adam's apple.

Zhang Fugui's body stiffened, and cold sweat poured down his face instantly.

He had no doubt that the young man behind him, who looked quite young and had a slight smile on his face, was capable of such a thing.

He felt that the knife could slit his throat at any moment.

"I...I won't move! I won't move."

"Brother Yang, be gentle, make sure you hold it firmly." Zhang Fugui's voice was filled with panic. He dared not struggle anymore and slumped in the chair like a lump of mud.

Yang Shuisheng then released his hand from Zhang Fugui's shoulder, straightened up, picked up the hot towel next to him, slowly wiped the razor, then dipped it in soapy water again and began to slowly shave the remaining stubble and foam off Zhang Fugui's face.

His movements were steady, light, and even professional. If it weren't for the two thin lines on his face that were still bleeding, Zhang Fugui would have almost thought that the threat he had just received was an illusion.

"Brother Zhang," Yang Shuisheng said casually, his voice calm and even, as he carefully scraped his skin, "Do you know why I'm looking for you?"

"I...I don't know."

Zhang Fugui trembled, closing his eyes, afraid to look in the mirror, his voice dry: "Brother Yang, is there some misunderstanding?"

"I'm just an ordinary worker, I haven't offended you."

"Oh? You don't know?" Yang Shuisheng's hands didn't stop moving, the blade gliding across his skin, bringing a cool touch.

Just as Zhang Fugui relaxed a little, the blade paused and slashed very slightly again.

"Hiss—"

Zhang Fugui felt another sharp pain on his left cheek near his ear.

Another burning cut was made.

It wasn't deep, but it hurt enough to bring him to his senses!

"You! What the hell do you want?"

Having been slashed twice, the wounds weren't deep, but the mental torment and humiliation inflicted on Zhang Fugui caused him pain, fear, and anger. Fear overwhelmed his reason, and he suddenly opened his eyes and threatened, "I'm telling you, you dare to commit such a crime in broad daylight?"

"Believe it or not, if I shout something, all the neighbors will hear me, and I'll call the police and have you arrested. You'll be in big trouble."

He thought that bringing out the police and neighbors would scare Yang Shuisheng.

Upon hearing this, Yang Shuisheng stopped shaving.

He tilted his head slightly and looked at the few of Tiger's henchmen beside him.

Without Yang Shuisheng needing to speak, the quick-witted henchman immediately understood and gave a wink to the two people beside him.

Without saying a word, the two quickly walked to the entrance of the barbershop, slammed the two double wooden doors shut, and bolted them from the inside.

"Squeak—"

"Bang!"

The sound of the door closing wasn't loud, but in the suddenly quiet barbershop, it sounded particularly jarring, like a heavy hammer blow to Zhang Fugui's heart.

The lights in the barbershop suddenly dimmed, leaving only a dim yellow light bulb overhead, casting long shadows of several people onto the mottled wall.

The enclosed space isolated him from the outside noise and completely eliminated any thought Zhang Fugui might have of calling for help or escaping.

Zhang Fugui's face instantly turned from deathly pale to ashen.

He stared wide-eyed in horror at the closed shop door, then at the thugs beside him with their arms crossed, staring at him with hostile expressions, before finally fixing his gaze on Yang Shuisheng's calm and expressionless face behind him.

He then realized that he had really messed up today.

This young man in front of him was someone he couldn't afford to offend.

Unexpectedly, even Tiger's men obeyed his every command.

Looking at Zhang Fugui's terrified expression in the mirror, almost wetting his pants, Yang Shuisheng twirled the razor between his fingers, the blade flashing a cold light under the lamp.

"Brother Zhang, what did you just say?"

"The sound was too soft, I couldn't hear it."

He bent down slightly, leaned close to Zhang Fugui's ear, and asked slowly with a mixture of curiosity and seriousness, "What do you mean by calling the police? What do you mean by 'taking responsibility'?"

"Could you please say that again?"