The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

Feeling Yang Shuisheng's gaze, which seemed to penetrate her clothes, Yu Qianwei's cheeks burned and her heart raced.

She waited a while, and seeing that Yang Shuisheng didn't move, she couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Is it... is it done yet?"

"Not done."

Yang Shuisheng was engrossed in watching when he heard her voice and subconsciously answered.

Yu Qianwei stomped her foot, a little embarrassed and annoyed, and said reproachfully, "It's just a piece of underwear, haven't you had enough of looking at it for so long?"

"I can't get enough of looking at you, I just can't get enough of looking at you," Yang Shuisheng blurted out, his tone a mix of roguishness and sincerity.

Who could ever get enough of such beautiful scenery?

Yu Qianwei sensed the teasing and deliberate intent in his words. Feeling both embarrassed and angry, she quickly pulled her dress together, fastened the buttons, and glared at him with a flushed face: "If you haven't seen enough, that's all you can do. I'm leaving."

After she finished speaking, as if afraid that she would soften her heart if she stayed any longer, she picked up the bowl and basket she had brought and walked quickly toward the door without looking back.

Yang Shuisheng quickly followed, and just as she was about to step across the threshold, he suddenly asked, "Um... how long ago was 'next time'?"

Yu Qianwei paused for a moment, without turning around, but her ears were already bright red.

"Just kidding!"

She paused for two seconds, then said softly in a playful and deliberately teasing tone, "Dream on. Do you think I'm that kind of person?"

"I was just joking, and you actually took it seriously."

After saying that, she stopped and quickened her pace, her figure soon disappearing at the end of the path.

Yang Shuisheng stood at the door, looking in the direction she disappeared, savoring her coquettish words, "I was just kidding," and a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

He wasn't angry at all.

Based on his understanding of Yu Qianwei, he knew that her words, "Let's do it next time," were definitely what she truly felt.

After closing the courtyard gate and returning to the house, Yang Shuisheng blew out the kerosene lamp, but did not immediately lie down to sleep.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, held his breath, and began to examine his dantian.

Today's harvest was quite fruitful.

His morning sparring session with Liu Yulan by the pond in the back hill, and his in-depth conversation with Zhou Caifeng in the small warehouse in the afternoon, both brought him considerable improvement.

To his delight, he discovered that the original nineteen true qi vortices in his dantian had now reached twenty, and each one was full and round, reaching its current ultimate state of perfection, with a faint feeling of saturation and swelling.

He knew that he had once again reached a bottleneck in his breakthrough.

To ensure everything went smoothly, he took out the century-old wild ginseng that Liu Dashan had given him before.

The ginseng is plump, with intact roots, and exudes a rich medicinal aroma.

After using a little bit last time, there's enough left for him to use twice more.

He carefully cut off a piece, put it in his mouth and chewed it. Then he closed his eyes and focused all his energy on circulating the "Hehuan Nourishing Qi Technique," guiding the powerful medicinal force and the boiling true qi in his body to attack that solid bottleneck.

Time passed second by second, his clothes were soaked with sweat, and wisps of white steam rose from his head.

Three hours passed, and when the moon was high in the sky and all was quiet, Yang Shuisheng suddenly opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in them.

Within the dantian, the original twenty perfect qi vortexes shattered under the catalysis of the medicinal power, and then reformed.

Finally, twenty-one more solid and dazzling true qi vortexes, like stars, slowly rotated within the dantian, emitting an even more powerful aura than before.

Qi Condensation Level 3! Success!

He stood up, stretched his limbs briefly, and felt an explosive power surging through his body.

He looked at the machete placed in the corner.

Previously, he tried to control it with his true qi, but due to its weight, he could never achieve the same precise control as he could with non-standard objects.

But now, with a thought, he channeled his inner energy into the blade, and the woodcutter's knife floated into the air, flying towards the trunk of a peach tree in the courtyard ten meters away under his control.

"call out--"

"Duh!"

A flash of black light, and the woodcutter's knife embedded itself precisely in the tree trunk, the blade still trembling incessantly.

Although he hasn't reached the level of a throwing knife that can take someone's head from a hundred meters away, he can still control it precisely within a ten-meter range, hitting exactly where he wants.

This is a qualitative leap for a heavy and clumsy machete!

He firmly believes that as his skill level improves, he will be able to control more and more weight and distance.

Yang Shuisheng slightly increased his output of true energy, pulled the wood-chopping knife embedded in the tree trunk, and with a grab, the knife flew close to him.

He nodded in satisfaction.

The improvement brought by the third level of Qi Condensation was far greater than he had imagined.

He glanced at the sky outside, and before dawn, he went to sleep.

He didn't get up until some early-rising villagers passed by, quickly washed up, and went out.

He first went to Guo Cuihong's house.

Guo Cuihong was feeding the chickens in the yard when she saw Yang Shuisheng arrive so early in the morning. She was a little surprised, but her face immediately lit up with a smile: "Shuisheng? What brings you here so early?"

Yang Shuisheng got straight to the point: "Sister Cuihong, the bok choy in my field is ready to be harvested. I plan to start work early tomorrow morning and would like to ask you to come and help me pick the vegetables for a day. I will pay you as usual."

"Hey! I thought it was something serious. I'm happy to help, but forget about the payment."

Without saying a word, Guo Cuihong patted her chest and agreed, appearing very happy.

"I'll be there first thing tomorrow morning."

"That won't do. One thing at a time."

Yang Shuisheng smiled, not dwelling on the matter of wages, but instead glancing into the room and casually asking, "By the way, where's Lin Wan?"

"Is she still not up?"

"Get up, get up. She's combing her hair inside." Guo Cuihong gestured towards the house and lowered her voice, "But these past two days, this girl seems a bit unhappy. She's always sullen, and she won't say anything when we ask her."

Yang Shuisheng was a little puzzled. Just then, Lin Wan came out of the house.

She was wearing a plain white shirt, her hair tied in a neat ponytail, and a faint smile on her face as always. But Yang Shuisheng keenly noticed that there seemed to be a faint sadness between her brows, unlike her cheerful demeanor a few days ago.

"You've come." Lin Wan greeted him gently, but her eyes darted away, unlike before when she looked directly at him with such openness.

"Yes, I came to talk to Sister Cuihong about something," Yang Shuisheng replied, then tentatively asked, "You don't look too well, are you feeling unwell?"

"Is something on your mind?"

"No, I'm fine."

Lin Wan quickly shook her head and forced a smile: "Maybe I didn't sleep well last night." As she spoke, she seemed to deliberately avoid Yang Shuisheng's gaze, turned around and walked to the corner of the yard, pretending to look at the old hens pecking at the ground.

"Shuisheng, haven't you figured it out yet?"

Yang Shuisheng wanted to ask more, but Guo Cuihong pulled him aside, lowered her voice, and said mysteriously in a "been there, done that" tone, "This girl is reluctant to leave because she knows she's about to go."

"Reluctant to part with it? Reluctant to part with what?"

Yang Shuisheng was taken aback, somewhat puzzled: "Didn't she always look forward to returning to the provincial capital as soon as possible?"

"You blockhead!"

Guo Cuihong rolled her eyes at him and said reproachfully, "What are you reluctant to part with? Of course, it's you I'm reluctant to part with!"

"Huh? You can't bear to part with me?" Yang Shuisheng was taken aback, his voice rising several decibels before he quickly lowered it, his face full of disbelief. "Aunt Cuihong, are you kidding me?"

"She's a rich young lady from the provincial capital, and she's finally able to come home. How could she possibly miss me?"

"How is that impossible?"

Guo Cuihong, however, had an air of superiority, saying confidently, "You have no idea, when you weren't around, she was always asking me about you, what you used to do, what you liked to eat, and if you had any fun things to do when you were little..."

"That look, that tone of voice, tsk tsk, your auntie's been through this, how could she not see through it?"

Yang Shuisheng was stunned, his mind reeling. Just as he was about to say something more, he heard Lin Wan's voice behind him, tinged with amusement: "Sister-in-law Cuihong, what are you two whispering about over there?"