The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

As Zhao Youcai slapped Zhou Caifeng, watching her cover her face with fear and disbelief in her eyes, a sense of satisfaction welled up inside him.

"What are you standing there for?"

He released his grip on her hands and, in a condescending, commanding tone, pointed towards the inner room and barked, "Get inside now!"

"Remember to take off your clothes, climb into bed, and don't force me to do it again."

Zhou Caifeng covered her face, lowered her head, and her body was still trembling slightly, as if she was frightened.

She staggered a few steps toward the inner room.

Just as Zhao Youcai thought she had given in, a smug grin appeared on his lips as he prepared to follow her inside.

A sudden change has occurred!

Zhou Caifeng, who seemed to be terrified, suddenly bent down, picked up the heavy wooden stool as she passed by an old wooden stool in the corner, and with all her might, turned around and slammed it hard on the back of Zhao Youcai's head.

"Bang!"

A dull, loud bang!

Zhao Youcai's sinister smile froze instantly, his eyes widened, and before he could even let out a scream, his body went limp as if his bones had been removed, and he collapsed onto the floor, unconscious and motionless.

"Clang!"

The wooden stool stained with blood slipped from Zhou Caifeng's hand and fell to the ground.

Looking at Zhao Youcai lying motionless on the ground, she felt as if all her strength had been drained away. Her body trembled violently uncontrollably, her face turned pale, and she gasped for breath.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, she snapped back to reality. Without thinking, she pushed open the door to the inner room and, facing Yang Shuisheng who was equally on high alert inside, growled urgently, "Shuisheng, hurry! Get out of here! Through the back door! Quickly!"

Looking at Zhou Caifeng's panicked state, yet still thinking of getting him out of trouble, Yang Shuisheng felt a mix of emotions.

"Aunt Feng, don't be afraid!"

He strode out of the inner room, glanced at Zhao Youcai lying unconscious on the ground, then at the panicked Zhou Caifeng, and said in a deep voice, "He's fine, he was just knocked unconscious by you, he won't die."

"Then... what do we do now?"

When Zhou Caifeng heard that Zhao Youcai was still alive, the huge weight that had been hanging over her throat finally lifted, and she let out a long sigh of relief. But then she was lost in thought again, looking helplessly at Yang Shuisheng, her voice trembling: "Shuisheng, I hit him..."

"Don't panic."

Yang Shuisheng squatted down, checked Zhao Youcai's breathing, and felt his pulse to confirm that he was just unconscious. He then stood up and said to Zhou Caifeng, "Come on, give me a hand and get him to bed."

"He'll wake up naturally after a while."

Zhou Caifeng was completely disoriented and could only follow Yang Shuisheng's orders.

The two of them worked together to drag Zhao Youcai, who was as heavy as a dead pig, onto the bed, positioned him, and used their inner energy to stop the bleeding.

"Alright, Aunt Feng, I'll be going now."

After doing all this, Yang Shuisheng clapped his hands, ready to make his exit: "When he wakes up, just say he accidentally fell, or don't say anything at all, just pretend you don't know anything."

He thought that the matter was over and he could get away with it.

However, just as he turned to leave, Zhou Caifeng grabbed his arm.

Yang Shuisheng turned around and saw that Zhou Caifeng's face still bore the traces of panic from before, but her eyes burned with a flame. She bit her lip and whispered in a tone filled with resentment and longing, "Why leave? The matter isn't finished yet!"

Yang Shuisheng was both amused and exasperated, looking at her helplessly: "Aunt Feng, what time is it? You're still thinking about that?"

Zhou Caifeng, however, persisted, dragging him downstairs without a word, saying, "Nobody goes to the small warehouse downstairs where we store goods."

Even if he wakes up, he won't be able to find that place anytime soon.

"Hurry up! Stop dawdling!"

As Zhou Caifeng dragged him downstairs, Yang Shuisheng struggled, half-laughing and half-crying, saying, "What time is it? Zhao Youcai is still lying upstairs, he might wake up at any moment! And you're still thinking about this?"

"What's wrong? The more this happens, the more anxious Auntie becomes, and the more she needs comforting."

Zhou Caifeng continued walking without turning her head, saying, "If I hadn't been afraid he would find you in the inner room, I wouldn't have been so anxious as to hit him with a chair."

"In the end, I did all this for you! Shuisheng, you can't be so heartless."

She spoke with such conviction, as if everything she did was for Yang Shuisheng's sake, leaving Yang Shuisheng speechless.

Seeing her somewhat aggrieved expression, Yang Shuisheng sighed inwardly, knowing that if he didn't grant her wish today, it wouldn't be so easy for her to get away.

He had no choice but to compromise and follow Zhou Caifeng to the small warehouse on the first floor, which was filled with miscellaneous items and smelled of oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar.

As soon as the door closed, the light went out.

In this small, secluded space, the two finally finished what had been unexpectedly interrupted.

Another hour passed before the clouds cleared and the rain stopped.

Zhou Caifeng slumped onto a cabinet, her face flushed with satisfaction and a hint of exhaustion. She then waved her hand contentedly, letting Yang Shuisheng leave.

Yang Shuisheng straightened his clothes and walked to the door when he suddenly remembered something. He turned back and said, "Oh right, Aunt Feng, could you pack some things for me? Cookies, peanuts, or anything like that will do."

He wouldn't be able to explain himself if he went back empty-handed, since he said he came to buy something.

Zhou Caifeng rolled her eyes at him, but still got up and quickly took a bag of biscuits, a bag of peanuts, and two bottles of soda from the shelf. She put them in a plastic bag, handed them to Yang Shuisheng, and said with a smile, "Here you go! Just tell Auntie if you want anything else in the future."

Yang Shuisheng reached for his money: "How much?"

"What money? How much is this stuff worth?"

Zhou Caifeng grabbed his hand and scolded, "Besides, with our relationship, talking about money would be too formal."

As she spoke, she leaned closer and breathed into Yang Shuisheng's ear, lowering her voice with a hint of teasing and ambiguity.

"You already have Auntie, so what's a little something like this?"

Yang Shuisheng blushed at her words, coughed twice, and dared not respond. He quickly grabbed his things and slipped out of the back door of the convenience store like a thief. He circled around before finally returning home.

In the courtyard, Su Xiaoyue and Yu Qianwei were sitting under the shade of a tree, each holding a cup of iced tea, chatting happily and occasionally bursting into laughter.

When they saw Yang Shuisheng return, both women looked up at him.

"Why did you take so long?"

Yu Qianwei, with her sharp eyes, immediately noticed the plastic bag he was carrying and casually asked, "Did you go all the way to town to buy something?"

"Hey, don't even mention it."

Yang Shuisheng was prepared and answered without batting an eye: "I just arrived at the village chief's shop and ran into Zhao Youcai and Sister-in-law Caifeng arguing. They were arguing so fiercely that they started fighting."

"I'm a village official, after all. I can't just stand by and do nothing, can I?"

"So I spent a long time trying to persuade them to leave, and it took a lot of time."

"Arguing? What did you argue about?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Qianwei immediately became interested. She put down her herbal tea, leaned forward, and asked with a strong gossip-filled tone, "Is it because Village Chief Zhao is philandering again?"

Su Xiaoyue, who was standing nearby, also perked up her ears.