The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

"What is meant by 'adult illness'?"

Seeing Yang Shuisheng's serious expression, Su Xiaoyue became even more curious. She tilted her head and blinked, "Is there a difference between adults and children when it comes to illness?"

"Just tell me, Brother Shuisheng! What exactly is wrong with you?"

"I promise I won't tell anyone!"

The more she pressed for details, the more Yang Shuisheng wanted to tease her.

"You really want to know?"

He deliberately gave me a look that said, "You forced me to tell you," and slowly said, "Telling you isn't impossible, but don't regret it later."

"No regrets! Absolutely no regrets! Tell me quickly!" Su Xiaoyue nodded immediately, her face full of eager curiosity, and she even leaned forward, as if afraid she wouldn't hear clearly.

Looking at her innocent and naive appearance, Yang Shuisheng chuckled inwardly, then lowered his voice and said in a serious tone, "That woman just now said she had an itch down there."

"Below? What below?" Su Xiaoyue didn't react for a moment, her face still full of doubt, and subconsciously asked.

Yang Shuisheng didn't speak, but simply gestured downwards with his gaze.

Following his gaze, Su Xiaoyue looked at her lower body, then at Yang Shuisheng's slightly mischievous eyes. She was stunned for two or three seconds before her brain finally processed and converted the information.

Her cheeks flushed instantly, like a fiery sunset, and even the base of her neck turned pink.

She abruptly turned her head away, not daring to look at Yang Shuisheng again, wishing she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"You...you..." She stammered for a long time, unable to explain herself, and could only stand there awkwardly, at a loss, feeling extremely regretful.

If she had known it was this disease, she would never have asked.

Seeing her embarrassed expression, Yang Shuisheng couldn't help but laugh and teased, "See? I told you not to ask, but you wouldn't listen. Now you regret it, don't you?"

Su Xiaoyue was both ashamed and angry, but she had no way to refute it. She could only walk to the bench next to her with a red face and sit down, lower her head and pretend to be studying the pattern on her skirt, and refused to say anything more.

"Um... Brother Shuisheng."

To break the awkward atmosphere and to save face, Su Xiaoyue suddenly looked up, as if she had come up with a brilliant idea, and said to Yang Shuisheng, "Your medical skills are so good, why don't you take my pulse too and see if there's anything wrong with my body?"

"Okay, then I'll show you."

Yang Shuisheng found it amusing to see her so eager to change the subject, so he went along with her wishes, pulled up a chair and sat down opposite her, and said with a smile, "Let's see if Miss Su's body is as good as it looks."

He reached out and gently grasped Su Xiaoyue's wrist.

The girl's skin was delicate and smooth, with a slightly cool feel, and it had a wonderful texture.

Yang Shuisheng placed his fingertips on her pulse, feeling the steady and strong beat, and he already knew what was going on.

Su Xiaoyue is in very good health and has no problems at all.

But he didn't say it immediately. Instead, he frowned slightly, his expression became somewhat serious, and he made a deep "hmm..." sound.

"What's wrong, Brother Shuisheng?"

Su Xiaoyue had only wanted to find a way to back down, but seeing Yang Shuisheng's expression, her heart skipped a beat, and she began to panic. She quickly asked, "Is...is there something wrong with my body too?"

Yang Shuisheng didn't speak, but his brows furrowed even more. After a few more seconds of hesitation, he slowly released her wrist, then leisurely stood up and walked to the table. He poured himself a glass of water, took a sip, and only then, under Su Xiaoyue's anxious gaze, slowly said, "Um... about your health..."

"What happened? Tell me quickly!" Su Xiaoyue was so anxious she almost stood up.

Yang Shuisheng put down his water glass and looked at her seriously, saying, "You're a little weak. You need to rest more, maintain a regular schedule, and get some sunshine whenever you can."

Su Xiaoyue waited for ages, only to receive this bland and uninformed reply. She paused, then asked incredulously, "And then?"

"And then?" Yang Shuisheng shrugged. "That's all."

"That's it?" Su Xiaoyue's eyes widened. "That's...that's it? Am I weak?"

"Yeah, that's it." Yang Shuisheng looked at her dumbfounded expression and finally couldn't help but smile mischievously.

Seeing his barely suppressed laughter, Su Xiaoyue finally realized that she had been tricked!

"Ah! You, you, you!"

She cried out, both embarrassed and angry, and suddenly jumped up from the stool, waving her little fists and punching Yang Shuisheng: "Oh! Brother Shuisheng, you're so mean! You deliberately scared me."

"Alas! A gentleman uses words, not fists."

Yang Shuisheng laughed and dodged to the side, teasing her as he said, "I'm just telling the truth."

"I don't care! You're so mean!" Su Xiaoyue persisted, chasing after him and playfully hitting him, her silvery laughter echoing in the simple farmhouse courtyard.

However, just as the two were chasing and dodging each other, and the atmosphere was becoming increasingly intimate and ambiguous, a voice filled with surprise and uncertainty suddenly came from the courtyard gate: "Yang... Yang Shuisheng?"

The two of them froze at the same time and turned to look.

Yu Qianwei was standing at the gate of the courtyard, carrying a small bamboo basket covered with a blue cloth, as if she had come to deliver something.

She looked at Yang Shuisheng and the beautiful, unfamiliar young girl playing and laughing in the courtyard. The smile on her face froze instantly, replaced by obvious astonishment and a hint of disappointment.

The scene suddenly became extremely awkward.

Upon seeing Yu Qianwei standing at the courtyard gate, Yang Shuisheng and Su Xiaoyue's playful antics instantly froze.

Yang Shuisheng immediately stopped, a barely perceptible look of panic flashing across his face.

Su Xiaoyue also sensed that something was wrong, so she immediately stopped chasing him, her smile faded, and she looked at Yu Qianwei at the door and then at Yang Shuisheng, somewhat at a loss.

Su Xiaoyue reacted faster. She quickly straightened her clothes, which were a little messy from the playful fight, and forced a polite smile on her face. She took the initiative to explain, "Hello, I'm here to play with Brother Shuisheng. My name is Su Xiaoyue."

"Qianwei, this is Su Xiaoyue, the daughter of the owner of Su's Grocery Store in town."

Yang Shuisheng quickly followed up with an explanation, his tone tinged with nervousness: "She came to my house as a guest today."

"Visiting as a guest?"

However, Yu Qianwei's gaze swept back and forth between the two, and their explanation did not soften her tone. Instead, it carried a clear hint of jealousy and accusation as she blurted out, "If you're a guest, then be a guest. What's with this flirting?"

Upon hearing this, both Yang Shuisheng and Su Xiaoyue were stunned.

Su Xiaoyue's cheeks flushed instantly. She opened her mouth, wanting to explain, but didn't know what to say.

After all, their behavior did have a flirtatious feel to it.

Yang Shuisheng was also at a loss. Just as he was about to say something to ease the atmosphere, he saw that Yu Qianwei was no longer looking at him. She just bit her lip, turned around, picked up the basket in her hand, and left quickly without looking back.

"Qianwei!" Yang Shuisheng instinctively wanted to chase after her.

"Brother Shuisheng! She seems to have misunderstood."

Su Xiaoyue quickly grabbed his arm, her face showing a hint of self-reproach and urgency, and whispered, "Go after her quickly and explain things to her. Don't let me cause trouble for you two."

Yang Shuisheng glanced at Su Xiaoyue's guilty and urging eyes, sighed inwardly, and nodded: "Then wait for me in the room for a while, I'll be right back."

After saying that, he quickly chased after her.