The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

"Oh dear! Young man, why are you so impulsive?"

The proprietress finally snapped out of her shock and rushed to Yang Shuisheng's side, stamping her feet anxiously. She whispered, "Do you know how powerful that Wang Kun is?"

"He has hundreds of men under his command, all of them ruthless criminals. If you beat up his men, he definitely won't let it go."

"You'd better leave quickly, before Wang Kun arrives. Take your girlfriend and get out of here, quick!"

"Don't worry, boss lady."

Yang Shuisheng waved his hand, showing no sign of panic, but instead revealing a playful smile: "I know how powerful Wang Kun is."

"You know? You know, yet you still..." The proprietress stammered, "You know how powerful he is, how dare you provoke him?"

"When he gets here, it'll be too late for you to regret it."

"Regret?" Yang Shuisheng chuckled lightly, his gaze sweeping over the curly-haired woman at the door who was still glaring at them. His tone was calm yet carried a sense of confidence. "The one who should regret it is probably not me, but the one who went to get reinforcements."

"Hmph! You're just being stubborn!"

Hearing that Yang Shuisheng was still so stubborn, the curly-haired woman immediately sneered, "When Brother Kun arrives, let's see if you can still be so stubborn. You'll be crying then."

"It's still too early to say who should be crying."

Yang Shuisheng glanced at the curly-haired woman still chattering arrogantly by the door, a faint sneer playing on his lips: "Instead of thinking about how to threaten me, you should think about how you're going to explain things to Wang Kun when he actually arrives."

"Explain?" The curly-haired woman scoffed as if she'd heard the funniest joke. "Explain what? Explain why we had to trouble Brother Kun to make the whole trip just to deal with an arrogant brat like you?"

"You dare to challenge me?"

Yang Shuisheng didn't even glance at her again this time, completely ignoring her existence.

"Boss lady, don't worry."

He turned to the anxious and helpless proprietress beside him, his tone softening to reassure her: "This whole thing started because of me. I promise you, your shop will not be affected in the slightest."

Looking at Yang Shuisheng's overly calm eyes, the proprietress felt a little more at ease, even though she was still very uneasy.

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but in the end, she just sighed and shook her head, hoping that the young man was truly confident and not just talking big.

Time passed by, second by second.

An eerie silence fell over the shop, broken only by the occasional defiant snort from the curly-haired woman.

Yang Shuisheng was getting a little impatient.

He glanced at the old clock in the shop; almost twenty minutes had passed since he knocked down the purchasing manager.

"Hey, how much longer?"

He frowned, looked at the woman eagerly waiting at the door, and said with obvious impatience, "My time is precious, I don't have time to waste here with you."

"What's the rush? Are you trying to kill me?"

The curly-haired woman, urged on like that, started to get impatient. She inwardly cursed her husband for being incompetent, but she couldn't afford to lose face verbally, so she stubbornly replied, "He'll be here soon, just wait!"

She said that, but her body betrayed her. She walked to the shop entrance, craned her neck, and peered into the distance, her eyes filled with impatience and anticipation.

Finally, several figures appeared in her field of vision!

The one leading the group was her man, limping along. Behind him followed a man in a floral shirt, sunglasses, and a cigarette dangling from his mouth, walking with a brisk pace. This was none other than Brother Kun, Wang Kun, a well-known figure in Daliang Town!

Behind Wang Kun were two henchmen with buzz cuts and fierce-looking faces.

"They're here! They're here!" The curly-haired woman's face instantly lit up with wild joy. She whirled around and screamed at Yang Shuisheng in the shop, almost in a triumphant tone, "Brother Kun's here! You're finished!"

Hearing the commotion, the proprietress hurried to the door and peeked out. When she saw that it was indeed Wang Kun himself, her face turned deathly pale, and her body trembled slightly.

She had run a shop in this town for many years and knew how formidable Wang Kun was.

Normally, when someone asks him for a favor, he would send at most two of his underlings. The fact that he personally came suggests that the purchasing director's relationship with Wang Kun is indeed extraordinary.

"Brother Kun! You've finally arrived."

The curly-haired woman couldn't wait any longer. She swayed her hips like a butterfly and rushed forward, her face instantly switching to a pitiful expression as if she had suffered a great injustice. Her voice was tearful and deliberately coquettish: "If you hadn't come soon, my husband and I would have been bullied to death."

As she spoke, she pointed with her red-nailed finger towards the lingerie store, embellishing the story and twisting the facts: "There's some punk who appeared out of nowhere in there. He not only stole the things that Lao Li and I had our eyes on, but he also beat us up."

"Look what you've done to Old Li!"

"Brother Kun, you have to stand up for us! This isn't just slapping Old Li in the face, it's slapping you in the face!"

Wang Kun, with a cigarette dangling from his lips and sunglasses on, walked with a swagger toward the entrance of the lingerie store, surrounded by two henchmen.

Passersby who saw the commotion quickly made way for the throng, but couldn't help but stop and watch from a distance, whispering about who had offended the town's bigwig.

Seeing Wang Kun's imposing presence, the curly-haired woman became even more certain that Yang Shuisheng would be severely injured, if not killed, today.

"Don't worry! Daliang Town is my territory, Wang Kun's territory."

Wang Kun exhaled a smoke ring, his nostrils flared, and said in a nonchalant yet extremely authoritative tone, "Director Li is my friend. If he's been humiliated on my turf, then he's disrespecting me, Wang Kun."

"I'd like to see who has the guts to do this."

As he spoke, he strode aggressively into the lingerie store, led by two henchmen.

The purchasing director, Director Li, also clutched his arm, which had been bruised from the fall, and followed behind, a hint of vengeful satisfaction on his face, waiting to see Yang Shuisheng kneel down and beg for mercy.

However, when Wang Kun's gaze passed through the crowd and landed on the face of the young man who was standing by the counter with his hands in his pockets, he froze as if he had been frozen in place.

The cigarette he was holding in his mouth almost fell out.

The two ruthless henchmen behind him, who had originally looked fierce, changed their expressions drastically the moment they saw Yang Shuisheng's face. Their arrogant demeanor was as if it had been doused with cold water, and they immediately shrank back, even subconsciously taking a half step back.

"Brother Kun! That's him!"

The curly-haired woman, oblivious to the strange atmosphere, pointed at Yang Shuisheng and said smugly in a shrill voice, "He's the one who hit my husband! You should teach him a lesson and show him what you're capable of!"

Wang Kun neither moved nor spoke.

He just stared intently at Yang Shuisheng, his expression undergoing a remarkable transformation in just a few seconds, from "I'm the boss" to "How come it's him?" and then to "This is troublesome."

He swallowed hard, took off his sunglasses, revealing a somewhat stiff face, and with a last shred of hope in his voice, pointed at Yang Shuisheng and asked the curly-haired woman, "You...you're talking about him?"