The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

The curly-haired woman was stunned by Yang Shuisheng's chilling "Get out!" and remained frozen for several seconds before she came to her senses.

"Why...why are you being so fierce?"

Immediately, a surge of shame and anger at being publicly humiliated welled up inside her. Her face flushed red, and she pointed at Yang Shuisheng, shrieking, "You dare to insult me ​​like that in front of my husband? You must have a death wish!"

As she spoke, she immediately turned to the middle-aged man beside her, grabbed his arm, and pleaded in a wronged tone, "Honey, look at him! He's bullying me! Aren't you going to do anything about it?"

The middle-aged man's face was already ashen.

In this town and even the county, he has always been the one bullying others because of his relationship with Wang Kun. When has he ever been so defied by a young man who looks like a poor country boy?

"Kid, I'll give you one last chance."

He took a step forward, almost poking Yang Shuisheng's nose, his tone carrying an ultimatum-like arrogance: "Don't be stubborn. Put your things down now, take your men and get out of here, and I can pretend nothing happened. Otherwise..."

"Give way? Impossible."

Yang Shuisheng remained unmoved, not even glancing at the finger that was almost poking his nose, and said calmly, "I'm taking both sets of underwear today."

"No one can take it away."

"Fine! So you think you can't take it by force!" The man laughed angrily, a glint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes. "Today, I'm going to take it by force no matter what!"

He turned away, no longer wasting words with Yang Shuisheng, and directly put pressure on the proprietress, his voice carrying an undisguised threat: "Proprietress, you've seen it too. You're in charge of handling this matter today."

"If you don't sell me these two sets of lingerie, I guarantee that your shop will be out of business in Daliang Town starting tomorrow."

"You should know that I have this ability!"

The proprietress turned pale and broke out in a cold sweat.

She glanced at the menacing purchasing manager, then at the unyielding Yang Shuisheng, and inwardly groaned.

On one hand, there was a wealthy man she knew Wang Kun and couldn't afford to offend; on the other hand, there were guests she had already promised to meet. She gritted her teeth, but ultimately succumbed to the threat of reality. She gave Yang Shuisheng an apologetic and helpless look and whispered, "Young man, how about we..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but the meaning was already very clear.

She couldn't withstand the pressure and had no choice but to compromise.

"Boss lady, you don't need to be afraid of him."

Yang Shuisheng waved his hand to interrupt her, then looked calmly at the proprietress. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a reassuring power: "Even if Wang Kun himself were standing here today, I would still want these two sets of lingerie."

Upon hearing this, the proprietress was startled and looked at the young man in front of her more carefully.

He was dressed plainly and looked like he came from the village, but his tone of voice and eyes revealed a composure and confidence beyond his years.

Does he also know Wang Kun?

"Who do you think you are? How dare you address Brother Kun by his full name?"

When the purchasing manager heard Yang Shuisheng dare to address Wang Kun by his name so casually, his heart skipped a beat. But he was quickly blinded by anger and sneered, "I think you're tired of living. Be careful, you won't even know how your limbs were broken."

Yang Shuisheng was too lazy to argue with him anymore.

He ignored the man, took out a fifty-yuan note from his pocket, stuffed it into the still somewhat dazed proprietress's hand, then reached out and picked up the plastic bag containing two sets of underwear from the counter, turned around and was about to pull Yu Qianwei away.

"Stop right there!" The purchasing manager, enraged that Yang Shuisheng dared to ignore him and pay for the goods directly, lunged forward, blocking Yang's path. His face was ashen, and he growled through gritted teeth, "I'll say it again, put the things down, or don't blame me for being rude!"

"Honey! Beat him up!"

The curly-haired woman next to him immediately fanned the flames, shrilly, "Let him know how powerful you are."

"Look at his shabby appearance, he dares to steal from you! Beat him up!"

Yang Shuisheng stopped and looked at the man blocking his way with a ferocious expression. His eyes remained unchanged as he simply uttered a few words: "Want to make a move? Go ahead and try."

The purchasing director was thoroughly enraged by Yang Shuisheng's nonchalant "Go ahead and try."

He was used to running rampant in Daliang Town and even the county because of Wang Kun's connections. He had never been provoked like this before.

Enraged, and driven by malice, he disregarded all decorum and roared, "You little brat, you're asking for death!"

He swung his fist, which whistled through the air, and smashed it straight at Yang Shuisheng's face.

If that punch landed, an ordinary person would at least have a bloody nose and see stars.

However, before his fist even touched Yang Shuisheng's nose, or even halfway through its swing, he felt his wrist tighten as if it were being held firmly by an iron clamp.

Immediately afterwards, an irresistible force came, and he felt dizzy and as if he were floating on clouds. His feet left the ground, and with a muffled thud, his back slammed solidly onto the concrete ground.

A sharp pain instantly spread throughout his body, almost catching his breath, and his vision went black.

The entire movement was lightning fast, clean and efficient.

Even those around him didn't see how Yang Shuisheng made his move. The purchasing director, who had been so aggressive just moments before, was now lying on his back like a dead dog, wincing in pain and unable to get up for a long time.

The store fell into a deathly silence instantly.

The curly-haired woman's mouth dropped open, her arrogant expression completely frozen, replaced by unbelievable terror.

The proprietress covered her mouth, her eyes wide open, staring at the groaning man on the ground, then at Yang Shuisheng who was still standing there, her mind blank.

"Husband! Husband, what's wrong?" After a few seconds of stunned silence, the curly-haired woman screamed and fell to the ground, frantically trying to help the purchasing manager up.

The purchasing manager, supported by the woman, finally managed to get up from the ground. He felt a burning pain in his back and his arm felt like it was about to break.

His face turned pale and then red, filled with shame and indignation. His eyes were filled with resentment and a hint of hidden fear as he looked at Yang Shuisheng.

He knew he had met his match today; the young man in front of him was far more skilled than he could be.

But he couldn't afford to lose face, especially in front of his woman.

"Good! You've got guts, kid!"

He clutched his arm, which was throbbing from the fall, and pointed at Yang Shuisheng with a fierce but ultimately weak expression, uttering a harsh threat: "If you've got the guts, don't leave! Just you wait!"

"I'll go call Brother Kun right now. Let's see if you can still be this arrogant later."

After saying that, he glared at Yang Shuisheng and yelled at his woman, "You stay here and keep an eye on them. Don't let them get away. I'll be right back."

After saying that, as if afraid that Yang Shuisheng would catch up and hit him again, he didn't care about his image anymore. He turned around and stumbled out of the lingerie store, running towards Wang Kun's Yuelai Teahouse.

"You're all finished!"

Seeing her man run away, the curly-haired woman was a little scared, but relying on the name "Brother Kun," she still put on a brave face, stood with her hands on her hips at the shop entrance, staring at Yang Shuisheng and Yu Qianwei with a look that said, "You're all dead," while cursing, "Wait until Brother Kun comes, and we'll see how you die."