The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

Hearing Aunt Chen's tough, almost provocative words, Zhang Fugui was so frightened he almost lost his soul.

"Brother Yang, don't listen to Aunt Chen's nonsense."

He was terrified that Yang Shuisheng would have a fit on the spot, and he dared not even imagine the consequences.

He quickly turned to Yang Shuisheng, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace, and pleaded in his voice, "She's old and senile, she was just joking with you."

"I'm just kidding, please don't take it to heart."

"A joke?" Aunt Chen was displeased upon hearing this. She shoved Zhang Fugui, who was blocking her way, and faced Yang Shuisheng directly, spitting as she spoke. "What joke? I, Chen Shufen, always keep my word. I'm putting my words on the table today."

"I'm the one who spread those rumors about Xu Xiuxia, so what?"

"I just can't stand her, a widow, not staying within her bounds and seducing men."

"Go ahead and call the police to arrest me! Come on!"

She stood with her hands on her hips, glaring at Yang Shuisheng with an air of "What can you do to me?"

Yang Shuisheng, seeing her throwing a tantrum, didn't get angry; instead, he smiled gently.

The smile was faint, yet it sent chills down Zhang Fugui's spine.

"Aunt Chen, so you're admitting that you spread those rumors about Xu Xiuxia?" Yang Shuisheng asked slowly, his tone revealing neither joy nor anger.

"Yes! That's what I said, so what?" Aunt Chen raised her head and admitted it with a straight face.

"That's good." Yang Shuisheng nodded, as if he were just confirming a fact. "Then I only have one request: you must publicly apologize to Xu Xiuxia."

"Pah! Dream on!" Aunt Chen refused without hesitation, her face full of disdain and determination. "You want me to apologize to that vixen? No way! I, Chen Shufen, can't bear that kind of humiliation."

Her attitude was extremely firm, leaving no room for negotiation.

"Clatter—"

Just as she finished speaking, a crisp sound suddenly came from the main room.

It looked like a bowl or plate had been smashed on the ground.

Aunt Chen and Zhang Fugui were both startled and instinctively turned their heads to look into the main room.

On the floor of the main room, a rough porcelain bowl that had been sitting perfectly fine on the table was now smashed into several pieces, with shards scattered all over the place.

"Huh? This bowl..." Aunt Chen paused, somewhat puzzled. "It was fine just now, how did it fall to the ground? And no one touched it."

She thought the bowl had slipped and fallen because it wasn't placed securely.

Zhang Fugui breathed a sigh of relief and quickly smoothed things over, saying, "It must have been placed unsteadily, it's alright, it's alright."

"Aunt Chen, look, even God can't stand it anymore."

At this moment, Yang Shuisheng spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice carrying a hint of ambiguity: "You've done something wrong and refuse to admit it. This bowl is a warning to you."

"If you remain stubborn and refuse to listen, next time you might break more than just a bowl."

His words were cryptic, and coupled with the broken porcelain bowl on the ground, they actually had a somewhat mystical quality.

"Ha, playing tricks!"

Aunt Chen was taken aback at first, then sneered, her laughter full of mockery: "Young man, why don't you learn good things at such a young age, and instead learn these tricks of charlatans?"

"If a bowl falls because it wasn't placed properly, you can blame it on God?"

"I, Chen Shufen, have lived this long; what strange and bizarre things haven't I seen?"

"You think you can scare me with this? Do you think I'm a three-year-old? That's hilarious!"

She laughed so hard she almost fell over, as if she had heard the funniest joke in the world, her eyes full of disdain for Yang Shuisheng's low-level tricks.

However, her laughter hadn't even subsided.

"Clang—"

A deeper, clearer sound came from the courtyard.

This time it wasn't porcelain, but the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Aunt Chen and Zhang Fugui were startled again and turned to look into the yard.

Upon seeing this, the expressions on their faces instantly froze.

The elm wood carrying pole, which was usually used to carry water, was leaning against the wall in the yard, but now it had inexplicably fallen to the ground.

That muffled thud just now was from it hitting the rammed earth surface.

There was no wind in the courtyard.

There were no signs of cats or dogs touching it.

The heavy carrying pole lay abruptly on the ground as if it had been pushed over out of thin air.

If the broken bowl could be explained by it not being placed securely, then the sudden fall of this carrying pole that was firmly against the wall is completely incomprehensible.

A sudden chill ran down the spines of Aunt Chen and Zhang Fugui.

Aunt Chen's laughter stopped abruptly, and the color drained from her face, leaving her pale.

She looked at the carrying pole on the ground, then at Yang Shuisheng with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty. She opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

Zhang Fugui was so frightened that his legs trembled, and his eyes were filled with fear as he looked at Yang Shuisheng.

He had no doubt that these two things were definitely related to the person in front of him.

What the hell kind of trick is this?

"Look...look at what?"

"It must be... it must have lost its footing and been blown over by the wind."

Chen Shufen swallowed hard, trying to keep her voice from trembling, and pointed to the carrying pole on the ground, as if trying to convince herself: "Yes, it's the wind. This awful weather, the wind comes in gusts."

"Clang!"

Before she could finish speaking, the elm chair leaning against the corner of the wall in the yard seemed to be pushed violently by an invisible hand, and it tipped over to the ground with a dull thud.

Immediately afterwards, with a whoosh, the neatly stacked pile of firewood in the corner inexplicably scattered, and several thick pieces of firewood rolled to the center of the yard.

If the falling of the carrying pole could be somewhat explained, then the overturning of the chair and the scattering of firewood were completely beyond the scope of being explained by accident or wind.

Because there was no wind at all!

The courtyard was deathly silent.

Aunt Chen looked at the overturned chair and scattered firewood on the ground, then suddenly looked up at Yang Shuisheng, her eyes filled with fear and disbelief.

She had lived for over fifty years and had never encountered anything so bizarre.

This is absolutely not an accident! Absolutely not!

"What...what exactly did you do?" Aunt Chen pointed at Yang Shuisheng, her fingers trembling. "Stop playing tricks on me, I'm not afraid of you."

She said she wasn't afraid, but her body betrayed her, and she involuntarily took two steps back, almost tripping over the threshold.

"Aunt Chen, you're wronging me."

Yang Shuisheng stood there, his hands in his pockets, a helpless expression on his face, as if he was also confused by these unexpected events.

"I've been standing here the whole time without moving, not even lifting a finger."

He shrugged, his tone innocent: "I dumped these things myself, it has nothing to do with me."

"Maybe it's just that God couldn't stand it, or maybe there's something unclean in your house that your bad deeds have attracted?"

His last words were spoken lightly, yet they were like a needle, piercing Aunt Chen's heart.

"Aunt Chen! Aunt Chen! I'm begging you, please just say yes."

Zhang Fugui, standing nearby, was trembling uncontrollably, his back soaked with cold sweat.

This kind of stealthy method is a hundred times more terrifying than slashing someone's face with a knife.

He felt like he was about to have a mental breakdown!

"Go and apologize to Boss Xu."

He turned to Aunt Chen, his voice filled with fear: "Look at this... it's like this in broad daylight, who knows what might happen at night."

"You're not afraid, but my whole family is."

"Please, please say yes!"