The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

Yang Shuisheng pushed aside the dense bushes and quickly searched in the direction Su Xiaoyue had just left.

His eyes were sharp as he scanned every inch of the surrounding land, hoping to find any trace or mark she had left behind.

However, after walking more than ten meters, apart from the messy weeds and the occasional broken branch, there was nothing else to be found.

The unease in his heart grew stronger and stronger, so he quickened his pace and expanded the search area to twenty meters, thirty meters, or even further.

"Miss Su? Su Xiaoyue?"

As he walked, he called out in a low voice, "Where are you?"

But the only response he received was the rustling of the wind through the leaves.

He searched almost the entire area within dozens of meters of the pool, but still found nothing.

Su Xiaoyue vanished without a trace, as if she had evaporated into thin air.

"Damn it!" Yang Shuisheng punched a tree trunk next to him, his heart filled with regret and self-blame.

If he had known this would happen, he should have rejected Liu Yulan earlier.

Sigh! Now is not the time to think about this.

He forced himself to calm down. Since the ordinary method couldn't be found, then...

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and began to search his mind for the vast memories passed down by Immortal Peach Jade.

Countless pieces of information flashed by like streaks of light, and he quickly sifted through them, searching for a way to solve his current predicament.

Got it!

He suddenly opened his eyes, a glint of shrewdness flashing in them.

The inherited memories record a method of tracking by capturing and identifying the residual scent in the air, called the Breath-Seeking Technique.

Although it would be quite difficult for him to perform this skill with his current Qi Condensation Level 2 cultivation, and the duration would be very short, it was the only option at the moment.

He immediately held his breath and focused his mind, following the method recorded in his memory, mobilizing his internal energy and gathering it in his eyes and nostrils.

In an instant, he felt as if the world around him had become unusually quiet. The sounds of wind, water, insects, and birds seemed to have faded away, replaced by a more subtle and essential perception.

He could clearly see the various scents in the air that were invisible to the naked eye, flowing and intertwined like silk threads.

For example, the earthy smell, the fragrance of grass and trees, the pungent smell of distant animals... and a very subtle silk thread, as elegant as a delicate orchid.

It's Su Xiaoyue's scent!

He immediately locked onto that aura, and with a swift movement, he shot off like an arrow, chasing after the direction in which the aura extended.

He dared not be negligent in the slightest, because he could feel that maintaining this state consumed a great deal of his true energy, and he could not sustain it for long.

He sped through the woods, avoiding sprawling branches and tangled vines, following the increasingly clear scent as he raced forward.

Finally, he found Su Xiaoyue under a large tree more than 300 meters away from the pool.

She was curled up, leaning against the rough tree trunk, her hands tightly wrapped around her knees, her face pale, her eyes filled with fear and helplessness.

Her voice was trembling with tears as she softly called out, "Brother Shuisheng, where are you? Brother Shuisheng..."

But she didn't dare shout too loudly, as if afraid of disturbing something.

"Miss Su!" Yang Shuisheng called out immediately and rushed over.

Upon hearing Yang Shuisheng's voice, Su Xiaoyue abruptly raised her head. When she saw that familiar figure appear before her, her eyes instantly blazed with immense joy and relief.

"Brother Shuisheng! You're finally here!"

She couldn't care less about anything else. She jumped up from the ground, stumbled, and threw herself into Yang Shuisheng's arms. She hugged his waist tightly, buried her face in his chest, her body still trembling slightly. Her voice was filled with grievance and lingering fear, and she almost cried out, "You scared me to death! Waaah..."

"It's alright, it's alright, I'm here."

Yang Shuisheng quickly patted her back gently and comforted her softly, "Don't be afraid, tell me what happened? Why did you come all this way?"

"I just... I just finished using the restroom and was about to go back."

Su Xiaoyue rested in his arms for a while before her emotions stabilized a little. She raised her head, her eyes red, and explained with a hint of fear and grievance, "Suddenly I saw a very long snake, not far from me."

"I was so scared I almost lost my mind. I didn't care about the direction and turned around and ran away."

"As a result... the more I ran, the more I realized something was wrong. By the time I came to my senses, I couldn't find my way back at all. All around me were similar trees and grass."

"I was scared and anxious, but I didn't dare to shout loudly for fear of attracting snakes or anything else, so I could only hide under this tree and keep calling your name."

When Yang Shuisheng heard Su Xiaoyue say that she hadn't been bitten by a snake, the weight that had been hanging over his heart finally lifted.

He looked her up and down carefully, and only after confirming that apart from her slightly disheveled clothes and pale face, she had no signs of injury did he feel truly relieved.

"It's alright, it's alright."

Seeing her still-shaken appearance, Yang Shuisheng felt a surge of pity, and his voice became even gentler, carrying a reassuring strength: "Don't be afraid, I'm here, don't worry."

"Let's go back first."

As he spoke, he naturally reached out and grasped Su Xiaoyue's still somewhat cold hand.

Su Xiaoyue's fingers twitched slightly, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she gently grasped Yang Shuisheng's broad and warm hand, letting him lead her step by step out of the dense forest that had terrified her, following the path they had come from.

The two first went around to Yang Shuisheng's vegetable garden. Yang Shuisheng skillfully picked some tender and fresh bok choy, tied them up with straw rope, and then they went home together.

After arriving home, Yang Shuisheng let the frightened Su Xiaoyue sit down and rest in the main room, while he began to prepare lunch.

But Su Xiaoyue couldn't sit still. She was soon attracted by the noise in the kitchen and curiously went over, following Yang Shuisheng around like a little shadow.

Seeing Yang Shuisheng start killing the fish, she was both frightened by the bloody scene and unable to resist her curiosity. She hid behind Yang Shuisheng, peeked out with half her head, and covered her eyes with her hands to watch secretly.

"Wow! Brother Shuisheng, your fish-cleaning technique is amazing!"

Watching Yang Shuisheng deftly and skillfully scale, remove gills, gut, and clean the body, she couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, "Did you receive special training?"

"Who would teach me?"

While cleaning the fish's internal organs, Yang Shuisheng casually replied, "When I was a child, my family was poor, there wasn't much to eat, and I often went hungry."

"Back then, I would go down to the river to catch fish and climb trees to raid bird nests with the older kids in the village. Over time, I learned all these skills."

"Back then, a fish was a rare delicacy."

His tone was calm, as if he were recounting a trivial matter, but Su Xiaoyue could hear the hardships of his childhood in his voice.

Looking at Yang Shuisheng's profile as he focused on preparing the ingredients, she suddenly felt a pang of sadness and gained a deeper understanding of the source of his maturity and resilience beyond his years.

Time slipped away quietly amidst the clanging of pots and pans and the aroma of food.

At noon, a simple yet hearty lunch was served.

A pot of milky white carp soup, rich in flavor and with an enticing aroma.

A plate of braised fish chunks, glossy red in color and rich in soy sauce flavor.

A plate of bright green, crisp, and wok-fried bok choy.

There was also a bowl of bright yellow scrambled eggs with scallions.

Although they are all home-style dishes, Yang Shuisheng cooks them with care, and they taste exceptionally good.

Su Xiaoyue picked up a piece of braised fish, put it in her mouth, and her eyes lit up instantly. The fish was tender and flavorful, without any fishy smell, and had a perfect balance of saltiness and spiciness, which just right stimulated her appetite.

She took another sip of the fish soup, and the delicious flavor instantly melted on her tongue, the warmth flowing down her throat and throughout her body.

"Mmm! This is so delicious!"

Su Xiaoyue couldn't help but let out a satisfied sigh, praising indistinctly as she ate, "Brother Shuisheng, this dish looks ordinary, but it tastes really delicious."

"Especially this fish, it tastes even better than the ones my dad took me to in the big restaurants in the county town."

"There's absolutely no fishy smell, it's just what I like!"