The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

An hour later.

Yang Shuisheng took a deep breath, suppressing his surging blood and qi. Instead of getting up immediately, he closed his eyes and carefully sensed his dantian.

He hadn't expected to look, but what he saw startled even himself!

Within his dantian, the thirteen slowly rotating true qi vortices had now become sixteen!

Moreover, the three newly added cyclones are solid and stable, and their connection with other cyclones is very close, without any sense of being superficial.

Three cyclones have been added at once!

This is the most efficient dual cultivation he has ever performed in a single session.

You should know that yesterday's lovemaking with Xu Xiuxia only created two more cyclones.

Wu Xiaohe actually enabled him to boost three cyclones at once.

"This..." Yang Shuisheng was both surprised and delighted.

He carefully sensed the newfound power and smoother circulation of true qi within his body, and had to reassess Wu Xiaohe's cultivation potential.

It seems that Wu Xiaohe not only had been living alone for a long time and had strong desires, but the primordial yin energy in her body was also far purer and more abundant than imagined.

Perhaps it was because she had suppressed her emotions for so long that the effect was so amazing when she finally released them.

This discovery ignited Yang Shuisheng's passion.

If he could have more of these training sessions with Wu Xiaohe, wouldn't his cultivation progress be incredibly rapid?

But as soon as the thought arose, he rationally suppressed it.

He quickly calmed down and made a judgment based on his inherited memories and his own understanding.

Such high cultivation efficiency is probably difficult to replicate.

On the one hand, Wu Xiaohe's primordial yin energy is currently at its peak, so the effect is naturally the best.

As the number of times the two cultivate increases, the primordial yin energy in her body will gradually be consumed, and the effect will inevitably decrease gradually, eventually tending to a stable and lower level.

On the other hand, and more importantly, we must restrain her a little.

We can't let her get her way every time she wants something.

Just like a reservoir, it needs time to accumulate water before it can generate a greater impact when the gate is opened next time.

If she is satisfied too frequently and her desires are continuously released, the speed and quality of the recovery of her primordial yin energy will decrease, and the cultivation effect will be greatly reduced.

"It seems that the same person cannot be used too many times in a short period of time."

"We need to learn how to rotate roles," Yang Shuisheng thought to himself.

He needs to be like a skilled chess player, rationally allocating and utilizing these resources to maximize the cultivation efficiency of the "Hehuan Nourishing Qi Technique".

At this moment, Wu Xiaohe on the bed also recovered.

As the passion subsided and reason returned, a blush lingered on her face, but her eyes held a hint of panic and lingering fear.

"Dr. Yang, I have to go now."

She hurriedly dressed, tidied her disheveled hair, walked to Yang Shuisheng's side, and whispered, "It would be terrible if someone saw this."

She realized the seriousness of the situation and was no longer as audacious as before.

"Okay, you go first."

Yang Shuisheng nodded and straightened his clothes: "Don't do these kinds of surprise attacks again."

"Shall I let you know before I come next time?"

Yang Shuisheng declined to comment.

Judging from what she said, she was even planning to come a third time.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Wu Xiaohe grinned mischievously, picked up the empty bamboo basket, and quickly walked to the door. She carefully opened the door a crack, peeked out, and made sure no one was in the yard before slipping out to leave quickly.

However, she had barely stepped out of the courtyard gate and hadn't even had a chance to catch her breath when she nearly bumped into someone.

The person who came was Liu Xianglan.

She was also dressed neatly today, carrying a small bamboo basket covered with a clean white cloth, clearly preparing something to give to Yang Shuisheng.

"Wu Xiaohe?"

She saw Wu Xiaohe emerge from Yang Shuisheng's courtyard looking flustered, with an unusual blush on her face. She paused, her smile instantly freezing, and her eyes becoming wary.

"How did you get out of Shuisheng's house?" Liu Xianglan looked Wu Xiaohe up and down, her tone filled with obvious scrutiny and suspicion.

Early in the morning, a wife who is not at home emerges from a bachelor's house; this in itself is enough to spark speculation.

"It's Sister Xianglan."

Wu Xiaohe had something to hide, and her heart pounded even faster when Liu Xianglan asked her that question. But she quickly composed herself, forced an unnatural smile, and said calmly, "I'm just feeling a little unwell, and I thought Dr. Yang was a good doctor, so I came here early to ask him to take a look."

"You know, when people get sick, they can't wait it out."

She tried to use the excuse of seeing a doctor to brush it off.

Liu Xianglan, however, was not so easily fooled.

"See a doctor? What kind of illness requires seeing a doctor so early?"

Looking at Wu Xiaohe's unnatural expression, she pursed her lips and said in an unfriendly tone, "It's barely dawn, isn't it? Besides, why is your face flushed and your forehead sweaty after just one doctor's visit?"

Wu Xiaohe was somewhat embarrassed and angry by what she said, but she didn't dare to really argue with her, for fear of attracting more attention.

"It's already eight or nine o'clock, the sun is high in the sky, what's so early about that?"

She suppressed her anger and said, "I'm not feeling well, and I'm anxious. Can't I come see you as soon as possible?"

"But Xianglan, you're carrying a basket. Are you here to see Dr. Yang or what?"

"I didn't come here for a medical consultation."

Liu Xianglan was taken aback by her question, then puffed out her chest and said with a hint of pride, "I came here specifically to bring breakfast to Shuisheng. He lives alone and it's inconvenient for him to cook, so I made some food and brought it to him."

She specifically emphasized that it was a special occasion and that breakfast was delivered to her, intending to show that her relationship with Yang Shuisheng was not ordinary.

"Oh dear, that's really unfortunate."

Upon hearing this, Wu Xiaohe's face showed a look of understanding, and then, with a hint of victory, she chuckled and said, "Sister Xianglan, you're late."

"Dr. Yang has already eaten the breakfast I brought."

"He ate three big steamed buns and two eggs with great relish."

"I'm afraid he can't eat your portion right now."

Her words were clearly provocative and boastful, implying that you were too late and that she had already gotten there first.

Upon hearing this, Liu Xianglan's face immediately darkened, and her eyes sharpened.

"Wu Xiaohe, you...you're shameless!"

She stared at Wu Xiaohe, her voice laced with suppressed anger: "You're a married woman, and you come to a single man's house early in the morning to fawn over him, even bringing him breakfast?"

"What are you up to?"

"How am I shameless?"

Feeling embarrassed by her blunt accusation, Wu Xiaohe immediately retorted, "I wasn't feeling well, so I came to see Dr. Yang. I also brought some food to thank him. What's the problem?"

"But you, Xianglan, didn't you also rush over to deliver breakfast to someone?"

"Let's not make fun of each other!"

"Besides, I arrived early, and Dr. Yang ate the things I brought; that's my skill."

"He couldn't eat because you were late, whose fault is that?"

"Besides, it's almost lunchtime, and you're only bringing breakfast now. It's obvious you're not sincere."

Two women, both wives whose husbands were often away from home, stood at Yang Shuisheng's door, exchanging barbs and arguing, the tension growing stronger, attracting the attention of several villagers who had gotten up early to go to the fields, who couldn't help but look over curiously.