The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

"Brother Yang! Brother Yang! That's not true."

Tang Ping knelt on the ground, trembling like a leaf. Hearing Yang Shuisheng's question, he was so frightened that he immediately kowtowed, his voice filled with sobs and fear: "It's all a misunderstanding! I was drunk and talking nonsense."

"Please be magnanimous and don't hold it against me. It was my fault for being so sharp-tongued! I deserve to die!"

"Brother Yang, please calm down!"

Tang Yong quickly chimed in, his face beaming and his posture extremely humble: "This kid just needs to be taught a lesson."

"Don't worry, I'll definitely teach him a lesson later, and I promise he'll never dare to do it again."

Yang Shuisheng did not immediately relent because of their pleas for mercy. He looked calmly at Tang Ping, his tone tinged with coldness: "If I didn't know Wang Kun, if I were just an ordinary citizen, would I have been beaten up by you today, trampled under your feet, and even forced to drink with my sister?"

"Brother Yang, I was wrong."

These words struck Tang Ping like a hammer blow, leaving him speechless and his face even paler. He could only repeat, "I really know I was wrong... Please forgive me."

"Today, the flood has washed away the Dragon King Temple; even family members don't recognize each other."

"Who's family with you?"

Yang Shuisheng stopped looking at him and simply said, "This matter isn't over yet."

After saying that, he ignored Tang Ping, who was kneeling on the ground, and Tang Yong, whose face was pale. He took the hand of Yu Qianwei, who was still somewhat shaken, and strode past them into the gate of Yuelai Restaurant.

Watching Yang Shuisheng's figure disappear through the door, Tang Ping slumped to the ground, his face filled with despair and helplessness. He turned to his elder brother, his voice trembling, "Brother... he... he won't forgive me, what should I do?"

"What should we do? What else can we do?"

Seeing his younger brother's pathetic state and recalling Yang Shuisheng's words that it wouldn't end, Tang Yong felt both angry and afraid. A nameless rage surged to his head, and he suddenly raised his foot and began punching and kicking Tang Ping again, cursing as he did so: "Don't you know how much trouble you've gotten yourself into?"

"That's not enough sincerity! We need to find a way to apologize to Brother Yang."

"If this matter can't be resolved, I'll skin you alive before Brother Yang even lifts a finger."

"Get up! Stop making a fool of yourself here."

On the second floor of the restaurant, in the most luxurious Peony Hall private room, the lights were on, and several exquisite cold dishes were already set on a large round table.

Wang Kun was sitting in the main seat, leisurely drinking tea.

Director Li and the curly-haired woman, who had clashed at the lingerie store that afternoon, were sitting somewhat awkwardly at the lower seat, their faces showing apprehension and ingratiating expressions.

"Oh! Brother Shuisheng, you've finally arrived!"

Seeing Yang Shuisheng push open the door and enter, followed by a slightly nervous Yu Qianwei, Wang Kun immediately put down his teacup, stood up, and greeted him with a warm smile: "Please sit down! Please sit down! This must be... your sister-in-law, right? Please sit with us! Don't be shy."

"Brother Yang! You've arrived."

Director Li quickly pulled the curly-haired woman beside him to his feet, forcing a fawning smile and bowing and scraping before Yang Shuisheng: "Please, take a seat!"

Yang Shuisheng nodded to Wang Kun, then pulled Yu Qianwei to sit down in an empty seat, his face expressionless.

"Brother Yang! This afternoon at the lingerie store, my wife and I were blind to your true nature and offended you and this young lady."

Seeing this, Director Li quickly poured himself and the curly-haired woman each a glass of baijiu. Holding the glasses with both hands, he addressed Yang Shuisheng with utmost sincerity and apology: "It was our fault! I'll punish myself with three glasses! To apologize to you."

Without waiting for Yang Shuisheng's response, he tilted his head back and gulped down a full glass of baijiu. Then he poured a second glass, a third glass, and so on, drinking three glasses in a row. He drank them quickly and hastily, choking and coughing repeatedly, his face reeking of alcohol.

After finishing his three cups, he put down his glass and quickly and carefully took several beautifully packaged cigarettes, two bottles of elegantly packaged liquor, and a box of tea that looked expensive from the small table next to him. Finally, he took out a bulging red envelope, held it with both hands, and respectfully placed it on the table in front of Yang Shuisheng.

"Brother Yang, this is just a small token of my appreciation, nothing more."

"The cigarettes, liquor, and tea are all high-quality goods that I asked someone to bring back from the provincial capital. Please take this red envelope and buy this young lady some good food to calm her nerves. Please be sure to accept it."

Yang Shuisheng glanced at the things on the table but didn't immediately take them. He simply said, "Director Li, what's done is done. Why make such a fuss?"

"Brother Yang! Let's keep things separate."

Upon hearing this, Director Li panicked even more and quickly said, "What happened this afternoon was not my fault. Those two sets of underwear are not an apology. This is my true intention."

"If you don't accept it, I'll feel really bad, and I won't be able to sleep well at night." As he spoke, he quickly tugged at the hem of the curly-haired woman next to him.

"Brother Yang, young lady, I was being rude this afternoon and said things I shouldn't have! I'm sorry."

The curly-haired woman had long since lost her arrogance from the afternoon. She quickly followed Director Li and bowed deeply to Yang Shuisheng and Yu Qianwei, her voice trembling and pleading: "I'm so sorry, please be magnanimous and don't hold a grudge against a woman like me."

Wang Kun chimed in, trying to smooth things over with a smile: "Brother Shuisheng, since Director Li is so sincere, you should accept it."

"We're all friends, and we became friends after this little misunderstanding. Just give me some face and let's let this go."

Yang Shuisheng glanced at Wang Kun, then at the anxious Director Li and the curly-haired woman, remained silent for a few seconds, and finally nodded slowly: "Alright, since Brother Kun has spoken, let's just leave it at that. This is the last time."

"Thank you, Brother Yang!"

Director Li was relieved to see that he had finally accepted the gift. He let out a long sigh of relief and smiled again: "You are so generous. Please don't hesitate to ask if you need anything in the future."

"Alright, alright! It's all over now."

Wang Kun also cheered, clapped his hands, and shouted outside, "Waiter, bring the food!"

At his command, the door to the private room was pushed open, and one steaming, fragrant dish after another was served.

Braised pork knuckle, steamed sea bass, braised prawns, chicken stew with mushrooms... all were hearty dishes, filling the entire table, an extremely lavish spread.

And all these dishes were served one by one by Chef Tang Yong himself, leading the team.

He was not only Wang Kun's capable assistant in his early years of hard work, but he also had excellent culinary skills. It can be said that Yuelai Restaurant was opened by Wang Kun specifically for him.

Each time he served a dish, he would respectfully announce its name and then carefully glance at Yang Shuisheng's expression.

Once all the dishes were served, Tang Yong walked over to Wang Kun, leaned close to his ear, and whispered quickly, recounting what had happened at the door.

After listening, Wang Kun frowned slightly, but quickly relaxed and nodded without making a sound.

"Brother Yang! Just now at the door, it was my younger brother Tang Ping who was being inconsiderate and offended you and this young lady."

After receiving Wang Kun's tacit approval, Tang Yong picked up a full glass of wine, walked up to Yang Shuisheng, and said with a sincere apology on his face, "As the eldest brother, I have failed in my duty to discipline him, and I also bear responsibility. I toast you in front of Brother Kun to apologize to you again."

After saying that, he tilted his head back and drank the entire glass of baijiu in one gulp.

Then he clapped his hands, and the door to the private room was opened again. Two restaurant staff members escorted Tang Ping in. He looked even more disheveled than before, with several new bruises on his face, clearly having been taught a lesson by Tang Yong again.