The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

Looking into Zhou Caifeng's watery and longing eyes, and feeling her warm and soft body pressed tightly against him, Yang Shuisheng felt a sudden surge of desire.

But he still clung to the last shred of his sanity, saying with a wry smile, "Aunt Feng, what time is it?"

"You just came out of the cellar. That bastard Zhao Youcai could be back at any moment. How can you still be thinking about these things?"

Zhou Caifeng buried her face in his chest, her voice tinged with a hint of grievance and a self-righteous coquettishness: "It's precisely at times like these that I feel most panicked and need comfort the most..."

She looked up, her eyes slightly red, and gazed at him pitifully.

"Aquatic life...is that not possible?"

"Aunt Feng, it's not a question of whether it's possible or not."

Looking at her pitiful appearance, Yang Shuisheng almost nodded in agreement, but a lingering sense of crisis made him shake his head: "What if... what if Zhao Youcai suddenly decides to turn back halfway?"

"puff--"

Zhou Caifeng burst out laughing, gently tapped his chest with her finger, and said with certainty, "Didn't you just say that he went to Liangshui Village?"

"Given his lazy nature, once he makes a rare trip, he absolutely won't be willing to come back before the afternoon or when it gets dark."

"You should just put your mind at ease!"

Yang Shuisheng was speechless after hearing her words. Looking at her confident, even somewhat provocative, eyes, he smiled wryly and said helplessly, "You were terrified in the cellar just now, making me keep watch downstairs just to collect the clothes. How come you're so bold now?"

As the saying goes, "The bold get rich, the timid starve!"

Zhou Caifeng rolled her eyes at him, with a resolute air of "I'm really going to do this right now, so I have to be bold."

"Besides, even if he finds out, so what?"

As she spoke, her tone lowered, tinged with anger.

"Zhao Youneng is capable of having affairs outside the home and even drugging and locking his own wife in the cellar. My relationship with him has long been dead in name only."

"Why should I be afraid of him?"

Looking at her fragile yet stubborn appearance, Yang Shuisheng's resolve completely crumbled.

He sighed, making a final attempt to persuade her: "How about... we wait a few days until you come back from your parents' house?"

Zhou Caifeng gave him no chance to back down, and directly stood on tiptoe and silenced his words with her lips.

Zhou Caifeng's passion burned away Yang Shuisheng's last shred of reason, like a flame.

Seeing her anxious expression, all his hesitation and concerns vanished.

He gave a helpless, bitter smile and ultimately chose to compromise.

He could clearly sense Zhou Caifeng's agitation and urgent need for security at that moment, and pushing her away would undoubtedly be cruel.

The two embraced and entered the inner room, the door closing gently behind them.

This time, Zhou Caifeng was more proactive and enthusiastic than ever before, as if she wanted to transform the fear and anger of being imprisoned into passion and demands in this moment.

Her movements carried an almost wild intensity that Yang Shuisheng thoroughly enjoyed.

By the time the clouds dispersed and the rain stopped, it was nearly noon.

The two tidied up quickly and left Zhao Youcai's house one after the other.

Zhou Caifeng changed into clean clothes, her face flushed and a hint of vengeful pleasure on her face. As she walked, she couldn't help but turn her head to look at Yang Shuisheng, her eyes filled with amazement and curiosity. She chuckled softly, "Shuisheng, you really are... getting more and more amazing."

"Tell me honestly, did you secretly eat some kind of health-boosting supplement?"

Yang Shuisheng blushed, coughed dryly, and said in a serious tone, "No, it's something I was born with. My body is naturally strong."

Zhou Caifeng chuckled at his feigned seriousness, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. She leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Then, when Auntie comes back from her parents' home, shall we get some more affectionate time?"

Yang Shuisheng was stirred by her straightforward words and quickly gave a vague reply, not daring to continue the conversation.

The two arrived at the roadside near Taohua'ao and waited for the bus heading towards Zhou Caifeng's parents' home.

The shuttle bus slowly started moving. Zhou Caifeng sat by the window and waved goodbye to Yang Shuisheng through the window with reluctance.

Just before the car started moving, she suddenly leaned out and, ignoring the stares of the other passengers, gave Yang Shuisheng a hard kiss before retreating back into the car with a satisfied smile.

Bold!

Caifeng is getting bolder and bolder this week.

"Alright, you can go back now."

Yang Shuisheng stood by the roadside, watching the bus raise a cloud of dust and drive away into the distance, then turned around to prepare to return to the village.

However, he hadn't gone far when he saw a familiar figure limping towards him from a distance.

The man's hair was disheveled, his clothes were covered in dust and stains, his face was bruised and swollen, and there was a trace of dried blood at the corner of his mouth. He looked extremely disheveled.

It was Zhao Erniu!

"Erniu?" Yang Shuisheng stopped and shouted.

Hearing the voice, Zhao Erniu looked up and saw Yang Shuisheng. As if he had seen a savior, he quickly quickened his pace, enduring the pain, and limped over.

Upon getting closer, Yang Shuisheng realized that although most of Zhao Erniu's injuries were superficial, they were quite serious. He had large bruises and abrasions on his arms and legs, and one of his eyes was so swollen that he could barely open it.

"Hey, Erniu, who did you go fighting with?"

Seeing Zhao Erniu's bruised and swollen face, and his unsteady gait, Yang Shuisheng couldn't help but tease, "How did you get beaten up like this?"

"Don't even mention it! It's all because of my mom!"

Zhao Erniu grimaced, which aggravated the wound on his lip, causing him to gasp in pain. He spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva with a look of utter displeasure and muttered, "She got into an argument with the people from Wangjiawan next door. I went over to help reason with them, but those bastards took advantage of their numbers and beat me up."

"Where are your brothers who you used to call 'brothers'?"

Yang Shuisheng raised an eyebrow and asked with some curiosity, "They didn't go with you?"

"Hey! Don't even mention those cowards." Zhao Erniu was even more furious when he heard this, his face full of disappointment and anger. "As soon as they heard I was going to Wangjiawan, those guys all chickened out and made excuses to run away. In the end, I was the only one who went."

A friend in need is a friend indeed; this only proves that Zhao Erniu's brothers are all unreliable.

Yang Shuisheng then asked, "How many people are on the other side?"

Zhao Erniu stretched out one hand, looking annoyed, and flipped it over: "More than ten!"

"No wonder you got beaten up like that."

Yang Shuisheng nodded in understanding: "Even two fists can't beat four hands, let alone you fighting against more than a dozen people. You're lucky you managed to walk back unscathed."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Erniu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and could only grimace and rub his swollen cheeks.

Seeing his condition, Yang Shuisheng, acting as a village doctor, asked, "Would you like me to take a look? Apply some medicine?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Erniu's face immediately showed a hint of nervousness and hesitation. He cautiously asked, "Then...does it require money?"

"Of course we need it!"

Yang Shuisheng deliberately put on a stern face and said seriously, "You're much richer than most people in the village, you can't expect me to work for free, can you?"

Zhao Erniu didn't dare to offend Yang Shuisheng so easily. He gritted his teeth, feigning pain, and tentatively asked, "Then...how much will it cost?"

Yang Shuisheng held up five fingers.

"Fifty...fifty?"

Upon seeing this, Zhao Erniu's face immediately fell, and he blurted out, "It's too expensive!"

"My little scratch can be fixed with some mercurochrome, it doesn't cost fifty yuan."

Looking at his miserly appearance, Yang Shuisheng couldn't help but laugh: "What fifty? It's just five yuan."

"Huh? Five yuan?" Zhao Erniu was stunned for a moment, then his face lit up with unbelievable joy, and his voice rose eight octaves, "Really only five yuan?"

"Brother Shuisheng, you're not lying to me, are you?"