The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

Yang Shuisheng's face was grim as he glanced at Liu Xianglan and Wu Xiaohe, then at the villagers craning their necks to watch the spectacle. He felt a surge of irritation.

"What's all the noise about so early in the morning?"

He suppressed his anger, trying to make his voice sound as calm as possible, and asked, "It's just delivering breakfast, what's the big deal? Why make such a fuss?"

Upon hearing Yang Shuisheng speak, Wu Xiaohe immediately felt as if she had found a pillar of support. Her eyes reddened, and she complained aggrievedly, "Dr. Yang, please be the judge. I came to see you for treatment and brought you some food to thank you. But as soon as Sister Xianglan saw me coming out of your yard, she pointed her finger at me and called me shameless and a vixen without even asking what happened."

"Tell me, am I being wronged or not?!"

As she spoke, she wiped her eyes with her sleeve, looking as if she had suffered a great injustice.

"Stop pretending to be pitiful!"

Upon hearing Wu Xiaohe's accusation, Liu Xianglan immediately became agitated. Forgetting about maintaining her image in front of Yang Shuisheng, she retorted, "You dare say you left Shuisheng's house this morning without any ulterior motives? Who would believe that! I..."

"Enough!" Yang Shuisheng raised his voice, interrupting Liu Xianglan.

He looked at Liu Xianglan and said in a serious tone, "Sister-in-law Xianglan, Sister-in-law Xiaohe did come to see me for treatment."

"She wasn't feeling well and came to see me this morning. I prescribed her some medicine and gave her a few more instructions. She just left. You've misunderstood."

Yang Shuisheng's gaze was frank. Although the truth was as Liu Xianglan had said, he couldn't let the truth slip in front of so many people.

Therefore, we must quickly turn a major issue into a minor one, and a minor one into nothing.

Liu Xianglan was speechless when Yang Shuisheng testified to her face.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something more, but seeing Yang Shuisheng's calm yet pressured gaze, she could only forcefully suppress the resentment and jealousy in her heart.

She could throw a tantrum and argue with Wu Xiaohe, but she couldn't disrespect Yang Shuisheng, and she certainly couldn't question Yang Shuisheng's words in front of so many people.

Otherwise, it would push Yang Shuisheng to the opposite side as well.

"Maybe I really misunderstood her... Okay?"

Her expression shifted several times, and finally, somewhat reluctantly, she lowered her head and mumbled, "I apologize!"

Her apology was very perfunctory; she didn't even look at Wu Xiaohe properly.

Yang Shuisheng didn't expect her to be sincere. Seeing that she had given in, he looked at Wu Xiaohe and signaled to her with his eyes that she should stop while she was ahead.

"Never mind, since it's a misunderstanding, it's better to talk it out."

Although Wu Xiaohe was still holding back her anger, she knew that Yang Shuisheng was trying to help her out of a difficult situation, so she took the opportunity to say in a muffled voice, "I'm not a petty person either."

After saying that, she glared at Liu Xianglan and then gave Yang Shuisheng a deep look before bending down to pick up the basket from the ground, lowering her head and quickly parting the crowd to leave.

"Dear uncles and aunts, there's nothing to see here, it's just a misunderstanding!"

Yang Shuisheng turned to the villagers who were watching the commotion, cupped his hands in greeting, and said loudly, "Everyone should get back to work and get busy."

"Everyone, disperse, disperse."

Putting everything else aside, Yang Shuisheng is now a village cadre. Since even he has spoken, the villagers can no longer stay around him, so they dispersed in twos and threes, discussing among themselves.

"Sister-in-law Xianglan, look at the mess this has made..."

After everyone had left, Yang Shuisheng looked at Liu Xianglan, who was still standing there, and said in a gentler tone with a hint of helplessness, "I've already had breakfast. You should take these things back with you."

"have eaten?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Xianglan's face immediately showed a displeased expression. She took two steps forward, carrying the basket in her hand, and said in a tone that was both coquettish and reproachful, "How can a grown man like you have such a small appetite?"

"What good are Wu Xiaohe's few steamed buns and eggs?"

"These scallion pancakes are freshly made this morning, they're still warm! They smell amazing! Smell them."

As she spoke, she actually lifted a corner of the cloth covering the bread, and a fragrant aroma of scallion oil and toasted bread wafted out.

"Besides," Liu Xianglan said, lowering her voice with a hint of resentment, "you'll eat the things that slut Wu Xiaohe gives you, but you won't eat the pancakes I painstakingly made this morning? What do you mean by that?"

"Are you saying my cooking isn't good enough?"

She spoke half-truthfully, but her eyes were fixed on Yang Shuisheng, conveying a sense of undeniable authority.

"Okay, okay, I'll eat it, I'll eat it, alright?"

Yang Shuisheng was somewhat annoyed by her words, and he knew Liu Xianglan's personality—she wouldn't give up until she got what she wanted.

"Thank you, Sister Xianglan."

He sighed and compromised, "Give me the basket, and I'll clear out the bread and give the basket back to you."

Seeing that he agreed, Liu Xianglan smiled and handed over the basket.

Yang Shuisheng took the basket, turned around and went into the house, intending to find a plate to take out the cakes.

However, as soon as he entered the main room, he heard soft footsteps behind him.

Looking back, he saw that Liu Xianglan had also followed him in and was standing at the entrance of the main room, smiling at him.

"Sister Xianglan, please wait a moment. I'll get the cakes out right away and return the basket to you," Yang Shuisheng said hurriedly, gesturing for her to wait in the outer room.

"It's alright, take your time, no rush," Liu Xianglan replied, but her body seemed to be drawn by a magnet, naturally following Yang Shuisheng into the inner room.

When Yang Shuisheng saw her follow him in, he didn't bother to say anything more. Anyway, this woman had been outgoing and friendly for a long time.

He walked to the table, lifted the cloth covering the pancake, took out the still-warm scallion pancake wrapped in oil paper, and placed it on a clean plate.

The pancakes are golden and crispy, garnished with scallions, and have a wonderful aroma that makes them very appetizing.

He picked up the empty basket, turned around, and prepared to hand it to Liu Xianglan, who had followed him in: "Sister-in-law Xianglan, here's the basket for you..."

He froze halfway through his sentence.

Liu Xianglan wasn't looking at the basket or the cakes on the table at all.

She had somehow walked to his wooden bedside, then naturally sat down on her side, and then leaned to one side, actually half-lying on the bed.

She propped one elbow on the bed, resting her chin on it, while her other hand rested casually on her slightly bent thigh.

The posture was languid and casual, yet it carried an inexplicable allure.

"Okay."

She tilted her head slightly, looking at Yang Shuisheng who was standing dumbfounded by the table, a charming smile playing on her lips. She pointed to the basket in Yang Shuisheng's hand and said coquettishly, "Shuisheng, could you please bring me the basket?"

"I'm a little tired and would like to lie down on your bed for a while. Do you mind?"

She said she was getting a basket, but her eyes and the way she was half-lying on the bed clearly said, "Come keep me company."

As she spoke, she inadvertently pulled the collar of her floral shirt open a little, revealing the edge of her full, white breasts, which were dazzlingly bright.