"Miss Wang has such a great figure. Yang Wei is one lucky jerk."

Next to a well in NiuTou Village, Zhao DeZhu swallowed his saliva. He lay under a willow tree, enjoying the beautiful scene in comfort.

At this time, Miss Wang was fetching water from the well. Her movements caused her... curves to be on full display under her tight pants, making her figure more enticing. Thinking about Miss Wang marrying that thin-lipped, monkey-cheeked Yang Wei made Zhao DeZhu's heart bitter. Yang Wei was the deputy director of the village committee for the NiuTou Village and had embezzled quite a bit of wealth due to his position.

Zhao DeZhu was a small village doctor in NiuTou Village. For eight generations, there had been doctors in his family. The tradition had declined over the time and due to his father falling ill, the already failing Zhao family became worse off. Fortunately, Zhao DeZhu was smart and capable, supporting his aging mother with his uncommon medical skills.

Due to his poverty, Zhao DeZhu remained single and at this age full of passion, he got into the habit of quietly watching beautiful women. Miss Wang, who dressed fashionably due to her wealthy background, wore tight leather pants that accentuated her charming body curves. Moreover, Miss Wang had a beautiful face and in previous years, she had been the undisputed belle of NiuTou Village.

While Zhao DeZhu was comfortably admiring her, Miss Wang slipped due to the wet floor beneath and fell down with a pained hum.

"Miss, are you okay?" Seeing this, Zhao DeZhu dashed over and asked worriedly.

When Miss Wang saw Zhao DeZhu, her eyes showed a trace of surprise. Among the doctors in NiuTou Village, Zhao DeZhu's medical skills were considered good, having cured many patients. Moreover, with his tall figure and handsome features, he was inevitably eye-catching.

If it weren’t for Zhao DeZhu being poor, he would’ve likely had maidens courting him.

"DeZhu, I think my foot is sprained." Miss Wang's forehead was covered in sweat, the indescribable pain made her frown deeply.

"Miss, don't worry, I'll take care of this." Zhao DeZhu reassured her. He removed Miss Wang's shoe and sock, revealing her smooth and white foot, those shiny toes were as delicate as jade, stirring people's desires. However, when he saw Miss Wang's reddened and swollen ankle, he forcefully retracted his thoughts.

Zhao DeZhu was quite proficient in massaging skills, expertly kneading the foot. Because it was an unusual kind of pain, Miss Wang couldn't help but let out a soft moan. The soft voice of hers gave Zhao DeZhu a shiver.

After massaging for five minutes, Zhao DeZhu finally released her foot. The odd sensation of pain had stimulated a longing deep within Miss Wang which Yang Wei was unable to fulfill. Word had spread in the NiuTou Village that Yang Wei was impotent, leaving him physically exhausted by all kinds of animal gallbladders he had tried, and numerous traditional recipes by the village doctors he had consumed, yet nothing worked. Though Miss Wang lived comfortably, her emotional life remained barren.

Miss Wang looked at Zhao DeZhu's handsome face, sighing deeply in her heart. "If only I could marry such a vigorous man," she thought.

Zhao Dezhu remained unaware of Madam Wang's secret hopes. After finishing the treatment, he stole glances at the radiant beauty of Madam Wang, dressed in a thin garment.

"What a shame, such an enchanting woman, yet no one to cherish her," Zhao Dezhu sighed quietly. However, just as he was about to leave, Madam Wang called out to him.

"Dezhu, my foot still hurts, could you possibly help me back home?" Madam Wang asked shyly. Due to Zhao Dezhu's handsome visage, she did not harbor any aversion toward him. Furthermore, her foot injury hadn't completely healed, forcing her to walk would only exacerbate the injury.

Zhao Dezhu did not refuse Madam Wang's request. He simply nodded lightly, offering his support to help her.

As the deputy director of the village committee, Yang Wei's familial turf was evidently substantial. With a beautifully decorated western-style mansion built at the village's entrance, just as Zhao Dezhu was about to escort Madam Wang into the house, an infuriated voice rang out!

"Zhao Dezhu, what have you done to my wife?"

At the entrance of the mansion stood a man with a thin face and a pointed chin. His complexion was pale and one could tell at a glance that he had drained his vitality through indulgence in wine and women. He was glaring fiercely at them. Since he had started suffering from erectile dysfunction, Yang Wei constantly feared his wife would betray him. Seeing them together now, he instantly lost his temper.

"Your wife has twisted her ankle and I was simply assisting her back home to prevent the injury from getting worse," explained Zhao Dezhu. His act of escorting Madam Wang had drawn a lot of attention from bystanders. But upon hearing his explanation, people immediately understood and calmed down.

However, not only was Yang Wei ungrateful for Zhao Dezhu's explanation, but he also rudely commanded, "Now that you have escorted her back, you can leave. By the way, you are practicing medicine without a license, you must pay 8000 for a license."

Upon hearing these words, Zhao Dezhu frowned, fully aware that the so-called license was nothing more than an excuse for Yang Wei's extortion. Yet, this didn't mean that Zhao Dezhu was just going to take it quietly, he retorted, "Director Yang, I don't have that kind of money. Besides, my medical skills are the best in the whole village."

"Stop with the nonsense, if you don't have the money, then don't even think about being a village doctor!" Yang Wei barked.

"Director Yang, if you get sick and don't let me practice medicine, the one who suffers will be you."

"Where am I unwell? I'm perfectly fine!"

"It's not a big problem, you just can't get it up," Zhao Dezhu said indifferently. His response made the onlooking crowd unable to hold back their chuckles. Zhao Dezhu definitely had some nerve to openly mock Yang Wei.

"Zhao Dezhu, do you believe I can make it unbearable for you to stay in this village?" Yang Wei fumed, his face turning livid. However, at this moment, Zhao Dezhu glanced at him teasingly and responded with a half-smiling sneer, "I was planning on treating your condition, but it seems I was being unnecessary."

After uttering those words, Zhao Dezhu turned to leave, making Yang Wei anxious. He forcefully suppressed his rage, putting on a forced smile, "Dr. Zhao, I was just joking earlier. Let us go inside and talk."

"But how can we do that? I can't practice medicine without a certificate."

"Don't worry, I will cover the cost of the certificate," Yang Wei said, forcing a smile more painful than crying, and invited Zhao Dezhu into the house.

"Wife, quickly serve some tea," Yang Wei cordially mentioned, despite his deep resentment towards Zhao Dezhu, he had to ensure his own hidden ailment was cured first before settling scores.