The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

Yang Shuisheng's eyes turned cold, and without hesitation, he pulled Yu Qianwei behind him, blocking her like a wall.

Whether we can afford it or not is our business, none of yours!

He faced the middle-aged man, who reeked of alcohol, and said coldly, "If you didn't know better, you'd think this Yuelai Restaurant was yours."

"Hey! You're pretty cocky, aren't you?"

The drunken man seemed to sober up a bit after Yang Shuisheng's retort. His fat twitched, and he glared at Yang Shuisheng with his bull-like eyes, sneering, "Although I don't own this restaurant, I know the owner. Believe me or not, with just one word from me, even if you have money, you won't be able to step foot inside."

He got more and more excited as he talked, and fueled by alcohol and his so-called relationship, he became even more arrogant. His gaze passed over Yang Shuisheng and landed on Yu Qianwei, who was hiding behind him in fear. He spoke with a disgustingly lewd and commanding tone: "Kid, I'm in a good mood today, so I won't stoop to your level."

"But this girl next to you just offended me, so we can't just let it go."

"If you know what's good for you, tell her to come over, apologize to me, and have a few drinks with me, and we'll call it even. Otherwise..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the threat was already obvious.

Upon hearing this, Yang Shuisheng's eyes instantly turned icy cold, and a surge of anger rose from the depths of his heart.

He can tolerate disrespect from others, but he absolutely cannot tolerate anyone so brazenly insulting and coveting those around him in front of him.

Even if the other party really knows Wang Kun, he will never back down in this matter!

"You're the one who should apologize."

He took half a step forward. Although he was not taller than the other man, the sudden burst of his aura made the drunk man subconsciously shrink back.

Yang Shuisheng's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling decisiveness: "Apologize to my sister immediately."

"Apologize? Why should I apologize?"

The drunken man was momentarily intimidated by Yang Shuisheng's imposing manner, but was quickly overwhelmed by alcohol and his habitual arrogance, spitting as he shouted, "Who do you think you are? I'm not apologizing, what can you do to me? Who are you trying to scare!"

"Exactly! A kid who hasn't even grown his first beard yet dares to act like a bully here?"

The glamorous woman next to him immediately chimed in, saying in a sharp, sarcastic voice, "Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror?"

"I think you're a good-for-nothing, born of a father but neglected by a mother. You should take your little sweetheart and get out of here, instead of making a fool of yourself."

Her words were extremely malicious, not only insulting Yang Shuisheng but also his deceased parents.

Yang Shuisheng's originally cold eyes instantly turned gloomy upon hearing these words, and a suffocating murderous aura emanated from him.

"What...did you just say?"

He didn't react immediately, but instead said slowly in an extremely calm voice, "If you've got the guts, say it again."

"What? Did I say something wrong?"

The glamorous woman trembled at Yang Shuisheng's gaze, but relying on the man beside her and her habit of throwing tantrums, she braced herself and continued shouting, "You're just a woman who was born of a father but raised by no mother..."

"Snapped!"

A sharp, piercing slap rang out suddenly at the restaurant entrance in the evening, interrupting all the woman's subsequent vicious words.

No one saw how Yang Shuisheng moved. They only saw a blur before their eyes, and the young man who had been standing two steps away just moments before appeared in front of the glamorous woman like a ghost, raising his hand and slapping her squarely across the face.

Yang Shuisheng didn't use his true energy in this slap; he only used the purest physical strength, less than a fraction of it. But for a pampered woman, it was an unbearable burden.

The woman felt a buzzing in her head, as if she had been hit by a bull. She spun halfway around, stumbled, and fell to the ground with a thud. Half of her face instantly swelled up, and a trace of blood even seeped from the corner of her mouth.

She was stunned by the blow!

She covered her face, forgetting even to cry, and stared at the gloomy-eyed young man in front of her with an incredulous look.

The entire entrance to Yuelai Restaurant fell into a deathly silence!

The guests who were about to enter or leave, the pedestrians on the street, and even the waiters who were responsible for greeting guests at the restaurant entrance all stared blankly at this scene as if they had been frozen in place.

No one expected that this young man, who looked quite young, would actually dare to make a move!

And the move was so decisive and ruthless!

"You...you dare hit me!"

After a brief silence, the stunned woman finally came to her senses, a piercing pain and a great sense of humiliation welling up inside her.

"Waaaaah~~"

She covered her face and burst into tears, pointing at Yang Shuisheng with her other finger as she sobbed, "You heartless bastard!"

"Honey! He hit me! Why don't you beat him to death for me?"

"Kid! You're fucking done for!"

The drunken man finally snapped out of his shock. Seeing his female companion beaten so badly, he was filled with rage. His drunkenness turned into a violent rage. He pointed at Yang Shuisheng and roared with a ferocious expression, "Even if you kneel down and kowtow to me to apologize now, it won't do you any good. I'm going to kill you today."

He had barely finished speaking, and before he could even make his next move, Yang Shuisheng had already moved again.

His movements were lightning fast; he accurately grabbed the man's finger that was pointing at him, and without the slightest hesitation, he snapped it down sharply.

"Click—"

A crisp cracking sound rang out!

"ah--"

The drunk man let out a bloodcurdling scream that echoed throughout the restaurant entrance.

He instantly curled up, clutching his broken finger, sweating profusely from the pain, his face deathly pale, unable to speak, only letting out mournful howls.

Yang Shuisheng released his grip as if he had casually snapped a dry twig. He looked expressionlessly at the man rolling on the ground and howling in pain, then glanced at the woman beside him who was so frightened she had forgotten to cry. His voice was icy: "You'll pay the price for having a foul mouth."

The drunken man took a while to recover from the pain before he could barely lift his head, his eyes filled with resentment and insane hatred.

"What...what are you all standing there for!"

He endured the excruciating pain and yelled at the terrified greeter standing at the restaurant entrance, "Go! Go get your Brother Tang! Tell him his brother was beaten up at the door! Go now!"

The hostess then seemed to wake up from a dream. Without bothering to distinguish between truth and falsehood, she quickly turned around and ran into the restaurant to call for someone.

"Kid...you've got guts!"

The drunken man clutched his severed finger, panting heavily. He stared at Yang Shuisheng with eyes that seemed to already foresee Yang Shuisheng's tragic end, and said through gritted teeth, "Don't you dare leave. Wait until my brother gets out, and then we'll see if you can still be so arrogant."

"If you don't walk out of here sideways today, I'm not a Tang."

Yang Shuisheng stood there with his hands in his pockets, his face expressionless, as if watching a clown's performance.

He wanted to see what kind of people the other party could summon.

Less than two minutes later, a series of hurried footsteps could be heard inside the restaurant.

Immediately afterwards, a tall, burly middle-aged man in a white chef's uniform, with a boning knife at his waist and fierce eyes, led five or six equally burly men, each wielding a stick or spatula, and stormed out of the restaurant's gate.

"Third brother! What happened?"

As soon as the middle-aged man came out, his gaze immediately locked onto the drunken man wailing on the ground and the crying woman, and his face instantly turned ugly.

He rushed forward, helped the drunk man to his feet, and shouted angrily, "Who the hell beat you up like this?"