The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

After listening to Zhao Hongxing's description, Yang Shuisheng basically had a clear understanding of the situation.

He gestured for Zhao Hongxing to extend her wrist, placed three fingers on her pulse, and closed his eyes to feel it for a moment.

The pulse is somewhat slippery and rapid. Considering the symptoms, it is indeed a mild case of damp-heat accumulation in the lower body, or in layman's terms, a kind of inflammation.

He released his grip, looked at Zhao Hongxing, and said calmly but with professional certainty, "Sister-in-law Hongxing, based on the preliminary diagnosis, you have contracted a disease."

"Ah? You got a disease?" Zhao Hongxing's face turned pale upon hearing this, her eyes widening in disbelief. "How could this be! Dr. Yang, I'm usually very careful about hygiene! I shower and change clothes every day, how could I have caught this disease?"

"Paying attention to personal hygiene is a good thing, and it can indeed largely prevent and eliminate the occurrence of such problems."

Yang Shuisheng waved his hand, signaling her to calm down, and explained, "However, besides your own hygiene, there is another crucial point: if the other person doesn't pay attention to personal hygiene when doing that kind of thing, it can also lead to you getting infected."

Upon hearing those two words, Zhao Hongxing's face instantly showed a hint of unease and panic, and her eyes darted away.

Of course she knew who the other party was; it was the village chief, Zhao Youcai.

"No...no way?"

But she was clearly unwilling to believe, or rather, unwilling to accept, that her problem was caused by Zhao Youcai. She muttered uncertainly in a low voice, "He... he looks quite clean."

"Sister-in-law Hongxing, let me give you an example."

Yang Shuisheng didn't name names directly, but used a simple analogy: "Even the best shoes, if they're clean and the wearer doesn't wash their feet properly before squeezing them in, won't those good shoes be ruined very quickly?"

The metaphor was so vivid and straightforward that Zhao Hongxing immediately understood its meaning upon hearing it.

Her face showed a mixture of realization and anger, and she was cursing Zhao Youcai to the core in her heart.

That old hag, he's unclean himself, yet he comes to harm her.

I'll definitely settle the score with him later!

But the most important thing now is to get treatment.

"Dr. Yang, is there... is there any way to cure this disease?"

Suppressing her anger, she looked at Yang Shuisheng nervously, and asked with a hint of pleading, "Is there any way to cure him?"

"Don't worry, you caught it in time, it's not a big problem, it can be treated."

Seeing her tense appearance, Yang Shuisheng softened his tone and comforted her, "However, during this treatment period, you must refrain from doing that kind of thing again, otherwise the condition will relapse and become more troublesome."

"Furthermore, even if you recover later, you must make sure that both of you are clean and hygienic before engaging in sexual activity to avoid reinfection."

Zhao Hongxing nodded repeatedly, like a chick pecking at rice, firmly remembering Yang Shuisheng's instructions. Then she eagerly asked, "Then... then how should I treat it?"

"I don't have all the medicinal herbs at home, so I'll write you a prescription. You can go to the pharmacy in town to get the medicine yourself later."

Yang Shuisheng stood up, walked to the table, took out a clean sheet of straw paper and a worn-out pencil, and wrote as he said, "Remember, boil three bowls of water down to one bowl, and take the decoction orally."

"Don't throw away the dregs after decocting the medicine. Wrap them in clean gauze and apply them to the uncomfortable area while they are still hot for about ten minutes."

"Twice a day, once in the morning and once in the evening, for a few days in a row, and it should get better."

Zhao Hongxing nodded hurriedly, carefully accepting the prescription handed over by Yang Shuisheng as if it were an imperial edict. She folded it carefully and put it away close to her body.

But she didn't leave immediately. Instead, with a hint of curiosity on her face, she asked in a low voice, "Dr. Yang, since you can treat women's illnesses, then... can you treat men's illnesses?"

Yang Shuisheng was taken aback, and asked in confusion, "A man's illness? What kind of illness?"

"It's all because of my husband!"

Zhao Hongxing gave a reproachful smile, lowering her voice even further, with a hint of complaint: "It's always like a battle. The bugle sounds, and before I can even react, he's done."

"I haven't even gotten into the zone yet, and he's already fast asleep. Isn't that annoying?"

"Dr. Yang, do you have any way to... buy him some more time?"

Yang Shuisheng felt a mix of amusement and exasperation after hearing this.

Zhao Hongxing is really direct.

"There are many reasons for this. Some are congenital, while others are caused by overwork or psychological factors, and require long-term care."

He hesitated for a moment, then said, "If you have some extra money, I can write you a prescription. You can take the medicine home, decoct it for your spouse, and see how it goes after a while."

"Yes, yes, yes! Money is no problem! As long as his ailment can be cured." Zhao Hongxing nodded immediately, a look of surprise on her face.

As long as it helps her man last longer and makes her feel good, what's a little money?

Yang Shuisheng then picked up his pen again and wrote a prescription for warming and strengthening the body on another piece of scrap paper, and handed it to her: "This prescription should be taken two or three times a week. Don't take it too often, as all medicines have some degree of toxicity."

"Dr. Yang, thank you so much!"

Zhao Hongxing took the second prescription, beaming from ear to ear, and thanked him repeatedly.

After carefully putting away both prescriptions, she remembered the most important question and quickly asked, "Look, how much do these two prescriptions, plus the diagnosis we just had, cost in total?"

Yang Shuisheng waved his hand: "Two yuan will do."

"Two yuan?" Zhao Hongxing was stunned for a moment, then her face showed an even more excited expression. "Dr. Yang! You are really... really a good doctor! The fee is so cheap."

"Those clinics in town charge ten or twenty yuan for a simple prescription, but you only charged two yuan. That's incredibly honest."

As she spoke, she quickly pulled two crumpled one-yuan bills from her pocket and stuffed them into Yang Shuisheng's hand, her voice filled with gratitude, "Dr. Yang, thank you so much!"

"Once I'm better, I'll definitely treat you to a meal to properly thank you!"

Yang Shuisheng quickly waved his hand: "No need for meals, just take your medicine on time and pay attention to hygiene."

Zhao Hongxing left with profuse thanks.

As Yang Shuisheng watched her figure disappear outside the courtyard gate, he began to ponder.

Zhao Hongxing's illness was clearly passed on to her by Zhao Youcai.

I also have some relationship with Zhao Youcai's wife, Zhou Caifeng. I wonder if she has been infected.

If she gets infected too, wouldn't I lose an important cultivation partner?

It seems I need to find an opportunity to subtly remind Zhou Caifeng.

"Brother Shuisheng, what illness did that woman have?"

As he was thinking, the door to the inner room was pushed open a crack, and Su Xiaoyue peeked out. Seeing that Zhao Hongxing had left, she came out, her face showing the curiosity of a child. She leaned close to Yang Shuisheng and asked, "You were taking my pulse and prescribing medicine. Is it very serious?"

"Children shouldn't ask too many questions about adults' illnesses."

Looking into her clear, innocent eyes, Yang Shuisheng put on a serious face and said in a tone of an elder, "Don't ask about things you shouldn't ask about."