The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

As the night breeze blew by, Yang Shuisheng stood outside the cornfield. He hadn't wanted to eavesdrop, but since he'd stumbled upon it, there was no harm in learning more about Zhao Youcai's weaknesses.

However, less than a minute after they started, the noise inside stopped.

This speed made Yang Shuisheng's lips curl into a mocking smile.

"That's it?"

Immediately afterwards, the woman's voice, clearly showing dissatisfaction, rang out: "Hey Lao Zhao, you're way too fast!"

"I was just starting to get a feel for it, and you're already done?"

"So, after feeding mosquitoes all night, this is what I get?"

"Oh dear, my good girl, today is a special case, isn't it?"

Zhao Youcai chuckled awkwardly and quickly explained, "I drank some alcohol before leaving home, and it really got to me, affecting my performance."

"Next time! Next time I'll definitely make it up to you properly, I promise I'll make sure you feel comfortable!"

"Hmph, you always say 'next time'." The woman snorted, but didn't really get angry. She changed the subject and reminded her, "Alright, alright, I know that's all you're capable of."

"But Lao Zhao, don't forget what you promised me!"

"You need to give me a little more of this month's food coupons."

"Also, you need to pay attention to my husband's job situation. Quickly arrange a more relaxed job for him, so he doesn't have to work in the brick kiln all day, covered in dust and dirt, and not earn much money."

Hearing this, Yang Shuisheng had a general idea of ​​what was going on.

Although the voice was deliberately lowered, he still recognized it as that of a woman named Zhao Hongxing from the village. Her husband worked in a brick kiln near Daliang Town and was usually well-behaved in the village. He never expected that she would have an affair with Zhao Youcai.

Zhao Hongxing was of average appearance, but she was voluptuous, especially her full breasts, which were famously spectacular in the village.

"Don't worry, don't worry!"

Zhao Youcai readily agreed: "When have I, Old Zhao, ever failed to do anything that Guihua asked me to do?"

"I'll find a chance to give you the grain coupons tomorrow. I'm also arranging a job for you. The new feed mill in town is short of someone to watch the warehouse. It's an easy job, and it's close to home. I've already spoken to them, and I can go there in a few days."

"I guarantee your spouse will be satisfied!"

"That's more like it." Zhao Hongxing's voice finally sounded more satisfied. "Alright, I'll be going now. Staying out too long will only cause gossip."

"You should go back too, so your wife doesn't get suspicious."

"Okay, you go first, I'll keep an eye on you," Zhao Youcai said solicitously.

Then came the rustling sound of clothes being put on, followed by footsteps approaching from afar, heading out of the cornfield.

Yang Shuisheng did not leave immediately, but quietly changed his location and hid in the cornfield as well.

A short while later, a slightly bloated figure emerged from the path on the other side of the cornfield, looked around, then lowered his head and walked quickly toward the village.

By the dim moonlight, Yang Shuisheng could see the face clearly; it was Zhao Hongxing.

Having confirmed the woman's identity, Yang Shuisheng emerged from his hiding place. He watched Zhao Hongxing's figure disappear at the village entrance, then glanced in the direction of the cornfield, his eyes flickering.

That old rascal Zhao Youcai is really young at heart despite his age, hooking up with one woman after another.

In her memory, Zhao Hongxing had seen her family make a lot of fools.

The discovery that the two were also exchanging favors has given him even more leverage to control Zhao Youcai.

After confirming the other party's identity, he didn't linger and turned to walk towards his home.

……

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking.

Yang Shuisheng was still sound asleep when he was woken up by a series of knocks on the door.

"Who is it?" Yang Shuisheng, still half asleep, put on his clothes and went to open the courtyard gate.

Standing outside the door was none other than Wu Xiaohe.

Today she changed into a clean white shirt, and her hair was carefully combed. She looked much more energetic than when she went to see the doctor that day, and she also had a more carefully dressed charm.

She was carrying a bamboo basket covered with a blue floral cloth. When she saw Yang Shuisheng open the door, a smile immediately spread across her face.

"Dr. Yang, good morning! Did I disturb your sleep?" Wu Xiaohe's voice was deliberately gentle.

Yang Shuisheng was somewhat surprised, yawned, and asked, "Sister-in-law Xiaohe? Why are you here so early? Are you not feeling well again?"

"No, no." Wu Xiaohe quickly shook her head, lifted the bamboo basket in her hand, and lifted a corner of the cloth to reveal several plump white buns and two boiled eggs inside, still steaming. "I came here specifically to bring you breakfast."

"Look, the steamed buns and eggs I made myself are still warm."

"Your sister-in-law thought it was inconvenient for you to cook since you live alone, so she brought you some."

Yang Shuisheng looked at the basket she handed him, but didn't take it immediately. Instead, he frowned and politely declined, saying, "Sister-in-law Xiaohe, I can't accept this. It's too much trouble for you."

"I'll just grab something quick for breakfast, you don't need to send me all this."

"Oh, no trouble at all! No trouble at all!" Wu Xiaohe said without waiting for a reply, and directly shoved the basket into Yang Shuisheng's hands. "I made too much this morning, and it would be a waste to throw it away since we can't finish it all."

"Besides, you treated my illness, and I haven't even properly thanked you yet. What's this little thing?"

"Eat it while it's hot, it won't taste good when it gets cold."

When she mentioned seeing a doctor, her eyes darted around for a moment, and a blush appeared on her face.

"Thank you very much, Sister-in-law Xiaohe."

Seeing that she was determined to give it to him, and that she had already said so much, Yang Shuisheng couldn't refuse any longer, so he had no choice but to take the basket: "Please come in and sit down, I'll make room for the basket."

"Okay," Wu Xiaohe replied, following Yang Shuisheng into the courtyard and into the main room.

Yang Shuisheng placed the steamed buns and eggs on the table, then took out a bowl, preparing to take the buns out and return the basket to Wu Xiaohe.

Wu Xiaohe stood by the table, showing no intention of leaving. She was just looking at Yang Shuisheng with a somewhat unfocused gaze, carrying an indescribable intensity.

Yang Shuisheng felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze, so he picked up a bun, took a bite, and mumbled, "Sister-in-law, your cooking is quite good. The buns smell delicious."

"Dr. Yang, actually... I came here last night."

When Wu Xiaohe saw that he had eaten, a smile appeared on her face, but her eyes became even more intense.

Instead of leaving, she took a half-step forward, leaned slightly forward, and said in a soft, gentle tone, "I wanted to bring you some food, but I knocked on the door for ages and you weren't home."

Yang Shuisheng paused in his eating of the steamed bun, and mumbled, "Oh, I went to town to take care of some things yesterday, so I came back late."

"No wonder," Wu Xiaohe said, moving closer to Yang Shuisheng, almost touching him.

She reached out and casually straightened her clothes, but the movement caused her collar to open slightly, revealing a large expanse of fair skin and the full curves outlined by her tight-fitting tank top.

"Dr. Yang, after you treated my sister-in-law that day, she felt much better, but..."

Her voice was even lower, tinged with a hint of resentment and longing, her eyes fixed on Yang Shuisheng: "But I always feel that something is still not quite right."

As she spoke, her fingers gently touched Yang Shuisheng's wrist, which was holding a steamed bun. Her fingertips were slightly cool and carried a hint of teasing: "See, what I said came true. Your sister-in-law is feeling a little unwell again. Could you... like that day, take a good look at your sister-in-law again?"

Her words were blunt, and the hints and invitations in her eyes were no longer concealed.