The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

As Yang Shuisheng stared at the tightly locked wooden cellar door, his ominous premonition grew stronger.

Without hesitation, he placed his palm on the cold lock, released a little internal energy, and with a crisp "click," he forcefully tore the sturdy iron lock apart.

He pushed open the heavy wooden door, and a damp, cold air mixed with the smell of dirt and pickled vegetables rushed out.

He listened intently, and faint "whooshing" sounds could be heard coming from deep within the cellar.

He hurried down the narrow wooden stairs. The cellar was dimly lit, with only a sliver of light coming through a small ventilation opening at the top.

Following the sound, he walked around several shelves piled with miscellaneous items and finally found Zhou Caifeng, who was bound hand and foot and curled up on the ground in the innermost corner.

Her hands and feet were tightly bound with hemp ropes as thick as a thumb, a rag was stuffed in her mouth, her hair was disheveled, there were still tear stains on her face, and her eyes were filled with fear and anger.

When Zhou Caifeng saw Yang Shuisheng appear before her as if a divine soldier had descended from the heavens, she was first stunned, then her eyes burst with unbelievable joy and excitement, her body twisted violently, and she made even more rapid "woo-woo" sounds from her throat.

"Aunt Feng, don't be afraid! It's me!" Yang Shuisheng quickly stepped forward, squatted down, and carefully removed the rag from her mouth.

As soon as the rag was removed, Zhou Caifeng could no longer hold back and burst into tears, sobbing with grievance and anger, "Shuisheng! That damned bastard Zhao Youcai, he's not human!"

"He actually locked me in the cellar! Waaaaah..."

"Aunt Feng, what exactly happened?"

While comforting her back, Yang Shuisheng quickly untied the hemp rope binding her body, and asked, "Tell me slowly."

"He woke up not long after you left yesterday."

Zhou Caifeng sobbed and said intermittently, "I thought he was going to have a big fight with me, but who knew he was like a different person. He was very nice to me and even apologized, saying that he had drunk too much and shouldn't have hit me."

"I thought he really knew he was wrong, so I stopped being on guard against him."

"So...so he slipped drugs into my water while I was getting a drink!"

"After I drank it, I felt dizzy and lightheaded, and then I didn't know anything else."

"When I woke up again, I was already tied up here!"

"That heartless bastard! He's trying to kill me!"

The ropes were finally untied, and the moment Zhou Caifeng was free, she threw herself into Yang Shuisheng's arms, hugging him tightly as if to release all her fear and grievances, her body still trembling.

Yang Shuisheng gently patted her back, but his eyes turned icy cold.

It wasn't that I sympathized with Zhou Caifeng, but rather that I gained a clearer understanding of Zhao Youcai's ruthlessness.

He never imagined that Zhao Youcai could be so ruthless as to drug and imprison his own wife!

He waited until Zhou Caifeng's emotions had calmed down a bit before slowly speaking, his voice carrying a hint of coldness and seduction: "Aunt Feng, since Zhao Youcai can do what he started, do you dare to do it again?"

"Of course I dare!"

Upon hearing Yang Shuisheng's words, Zhou Caifeng, without the slightest hesitation, immediately gritted her teeth and said, "I wish I could grab a kitchen knife right now and chop that bastard into pieces when he comes back tonight."

Her words were filled with murderous intent, clearly showing that she hated Zhao Youcai intensely.

"Aunt Feng, please don't act rashly."

Yang Shuisheng shook his head, pressed down on her shoulders which were trembling slightly from excitement, and calmly analyzed, "Take a knife at him. Putting aside whether you can beat a strong man like him, even if you do kill him, you'll end up in jail. It's not worth wasting your whole life on such a scoundrel."

His words calmed Zhou Caifeng down a bit, but the anger in her eyes didn't subside. She pressed on, "Then... Shuisheng, do you have a better idea?"

"There are solutions."

Yang Shuisheng nodded, a glint of wisdom flashing in his eyes: "But you'll need to be patient and wait for an opportunity."

"What opportunity?" Zhou Caifeng immediately asked.

"A chance to make him get what he deserves, and to save you from going to jail." Yang Shuisheng didn't spell it out clearly, but his tone was firm. "Don't worry, I won't let you suffer this in vain."

Looking at his confident demeanor, Zhou Caifeng felt as if her panic and anger had found a safe haven.

"Okay! Shuisheng, I'll listen to you."

She nodded vigorously: "Whatever you say, we'll do!"

"For your safety, pack a few clothes and go back to your parents' house for a few days to avoid trouble."

Yang Shuisheng said, "Even if Zhao Youcai knows you've run away, he wouldn't dare to openly go to your mother's house to demand your return."

"Leave the rest to me."

"Don't worry, I'll definitely get revenge for you!"

Zhou Caifeng now trusted Yang Shuisheng completely. She nodded and immediately began to act.

"Shuisheng, you...you mustn't go."

But as soon as she stood up, she grabbed Yang Shuisheng's sleeve with a hint of fear and pleaded, "Keep an eye out for me downstairs. I'm afraid that bastard Zhao Youcai might suddenly come back."

"It's alright, Aunt Feng, you can go without worry."

Yang Shuisheng comforted him, "He just went to Liangshui Village. It will take him at least two or three hours to go there and back. He won't be back for a while."

Hearing him say that, Zhou Caifeng was still worried, and grabbed his hand, changing her words: "No, you shouldn't leave yet. Wait for me upstairs for a while. I... I'm still scared..."

Seeing her insistence, Yang Shuisheng had no choice but to nod in agreement.

Zhou Caifeng then let go of him, turned around and quickly walked into the bathroom in the corner of the backyard.

Seeing this, Yang Shuisheng didn't think much of it. After all, the person had been locked in the cellar all night and was filthy. It was normal for them to take a bath.

Soon after, the sound of rushing water came from inside.

Yang Shuisheng stood in the second-floor corridor, waiting listlessly.

After about ten minutes, the sound of water stopped.

A little while later, light footsteps came from the stairwell.

Yang Shuisheng subconsciously looked up and immediately felt his breath catch in his throat, completely stunned.

Zhou Caifeng had long, wet hair hanging loose, and was only wrapped in an old white bath towel, which barely covered her upper thighs, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin and rounded shoulders.

Water droplets slid down her smooth neck and collarbone, gleaming alluringly.

She had clearly washed in a hurry, and her whole body was damp, exuding an undisguised allure unique to mature women.

Yang Shuisheng stared, his eyes wide and his throat dry. He quickly turned his head away and said in a flustered manner, "Aunt Feng, you...you go to the inner room and put on your clothes. I'll see you off."

However, Zhou Caifeng did not move.

Instead, she stepped through the wet footprints and walked step by step to Yang Shuisheng. She stretched out her arms and gently wrapped them around his waist, pressing her still damp and warm body against him. She looked up, her eyes filled with longing, and her voice with a hint of pleading: "Shuisheng... I don't know when I'll be able to come back after Auntie leaves."

"Before you leave, could you spend a little more time with your aunt?"

"Let Auntie further strengthen our relationship."