The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

"Just say what you have to say."

Yang Shuisheng glanced at Guo Cuihong, who was squatting by the water vat in the yard, concentrating on washing the dishes.

He glanced again at Lin Wan, who stood in front of him, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

Thinking she was just having some parting sentiments, he smiled and said casually, "Why are you being so polite with me?"

Lin Wan did not speak immediately.

"Squeak—"

She bit her lip, as if she had made up her mind, turned around and walked to the door of the main room, gently closing the wooden door behind her.

A soft sound shut out the sounds of Xiao Bao playing in the yard and Guo Cuihong washing dishes, making the house even quieter and adding a subtle atmosphere.

After closing the door, Lin Wan turned around and slowly walked back to Yang Shuisheng.

She kept her head down, her cheeks flushed slightly, and her breathing seemed a little more rapid than before.

She stood in front of Yang Shuisheng without saying a word, just staring at the tips of her shoes, creating a moment of awkward silence.

"Miss Lin, what exactly do you want?"

Yang Shuisheng was a little confused by her unusual behavior, and spoke again, trying to keep his voice natural: "Why are you being so mysterious? Just say it, I'm listening."

"Shuisheng, I've thought about it, but... I think I'll hold off on saying anything for now."

Lin Wan took a deep breath, raised her head, her gaze quickly sweeping over Yang Shuisheng's face before she lowered her eyes again, her voice tinged with nervousness.

"Huh? You're not going to talk anymore?" Yang Shuisheng was taken aback, somewhat amused and exasperated. "Then why did you call me back and close the door..."

"I want to give you something first," Lin Wan interrupted him, her voice gentle yet carrying an unyielding firmness.

"You're giving me something?" Yang Shuisheng was even more puzzled. "What is it? Why are you making such a big deal out of it?"

"You...you close your eyes first." Lin Wan's voice was even lower, with a hint of shyness and nervousness.

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you."

Looking at her serious expression, Yang Shuisheng felt a little strange, but he still smiled and teased her, "You're being so mysterious. I want to see what good stuff you can conjure up."

As he was told, he closed his eyes.

The room fell silent immediately.

Yang Shuisheng could hear his own steady breathing, as well as Lin Wan's slightly rapid breathing. He could even feel a faint, elegant fragrance emanating from her, slowly approaching.

Just as Yang Shuisheng was wondering and about to ask, he suddenly felt a warm and soft touch, like a dragonfly skimming the water, quickly and gently pressing on his left cheek.

The touch was fleeting, carrying a hint of a young girl's unique fragrance.

Yang Shuisheng suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils slightly contracted, and looked at Lin Wan, who was so close to him, his face full of surprise.

Lin Wan had already taken a half step back, her cheeks burning red, the blush spreading all the way to her ears and slender neck.

She lowered her head, not daring to look Yang Shuisheng in the eye; her long eyelashes trembled incessantly, revealing her inner turmoil.

"Lin Wan, you..." Yang Shuisheng was a little stunned. He subconsciously touched the cheek where he had been kissed, where the soft touch still seemed to linger.

"Shuisheng, I know this is abrupt and... shameless."

Lin Wan took a few deep breaths, trying to calm her racing heart, and bravely looked Yang Shuisheng straight in the eyes, her gaze unusually clear and earnest: "But I just wanted to express my gratitude to you in this way."

"You saved my life and took such good care of me. I have to go now, but I really have nothing to repay you with."

She paused, her voice becoming even softer, carrying a hint of anticipation and promise: "But don't worry, once I get back to the provincial capital and everything is settled at home, I'll definitely find a way to take you there for a visit."

"I'll show you what the provincial capital is like and let you taste its delicacies."

"You...you have to come, okay?"

Looking into her earnest and expectant eyes, and feeling the sincerity in her words and her girlish sentiments, Yang Shuisheng's initial surprise and embarrassment gradually dissipated, turning into a warm current.

"Okay, then I'll be waiting for that day."

He nodded, a gentle smile on his face: "Once you're settled, be sure to send me a message."

"Okay! It's a deal." Seeing that he agreed, Lin Wan smiled with tears in her eyes and nodded vigorously.

The atmosphere relaxed again.

Yang Shuisheng did not linger and opened the door to the main room.

"Shuisheng, you're leaving already?"

In the courtyard, Guo Cuihong had already finished washing the dishes and was wiping her hands with her apron. Seeing Yang Shuisheng come out, she greeted him with a smile, "Sit a little longer, it's still early!"

"No, sister-in-law, I have to go to the fields to check on my bok choy. I don't feel at ease if I don't go see them for a day." Yang Shuisheng waved his hand with a smile, nodded to Lin Wan who was seeing him off, and then turned and walked out of the courtyard.

As night deepened, the fields echoed with the sounds of frogs croaking and insects chirping.

Yang Shuisheng walked along the ridge to his two mu of vegetable garden.

Under the moonlight, the bok choy in the field was growing well, with thick, lush green leaves that swayed gently in the night breeze, exuding a fresh scent.

He squatted down and, by the moonlight, carefully inspected the seedlings. He pulled out a few weeds that had sprouted in the ground and checked the moisture level of the soil. He figured that they would be ready to harvest in a few days.

We'll need to find buyers later, preferably those who can buy everything at once.

After finishing, he patted the dirt off his hands, stood up, and prepared to go home.

But as soon as he reached the end of the vegetable garden and stepped onto the path back to the village, Yang Shuisheng's gaze suddenly sharpened.

Not far ahead, a somewhat familiar figure was seen sneaking along a path leading to a cornfield.

The figure was hunched over, walking hurriedly, and glancing back every now and then, looking like a guilty thief.

It's village chief Zhao Youcai!

It's so late, why isn't he going home? Why is he sneaking into the cornfield all by himself? What is he up to?

Yang Shuisheng's heart skipped a beat. He immediately lowered his body, held his breath, and followed silently.

He possesses true qi and his five senses far surpass those of ordinary people, making it incredibly easy for him to track an ordinary person in the dark.

Zhao Youcai was completely unaware that someone was following him and plunged into the cornfield that was taller than a person.

Yang Shuisheng didn't follow too closely. He stopped at the edge of the cornfield and listened intently.

"Why are you so late?!"

Sure enough, not long after, a woman's voice, tinged with complaint and coquetry, came from deep within the cornfield: "I've been waiting for you for ages, and these mosquitoes are killing me."

"Look, you have several bite marks on your arm."

"Oh dear, you know how strict the tigress in the house is."

Immediately following was Zhao Youcai's ingratiating and obsequious voice: "I have to get rid of her first before I can sneak out."

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. It's all my fault! I'll make it up to you later."

Then came the rustling sound of clothes rubbing together, a woman's reproachful chuckle, and Zhao Youcai's impatient panting.

Yang Shuisheng stood outside the cornfield and could hear everything that was happening inside.

He raised an eyebrow slightly.

This voice... is not Liu Xianglan, who had a secret rendezvous with Zhao Youcai at the pond behind the mountain.

Although it was unclear who it was, it was certain that Zhao Youcai, that old bastard, had another mistress in the village besides Liu Xianglan!

Moreover, judging from their tone, the two seem to have a very close relationship.