A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Song Qinghan didn't say yes or no, he just said: "I will do my best, and for other things, leave it to the amulet they asked for!"

The people outside the courtyard were thrown into a frenzy by his order just now, some obeyed what they said, and some refused to listen to what they said. In the end, Pearl's husband-in-law roared: "Do as he says, if Pearl has a Anyway, I want him to be buried with him!"

Xiao Qing's body trembled, her mind was in a mess.

Funeral?Funeral?what to do?Song Qinghan is going to die?

Find Wu Dahu!He raised his head and ran out suddenly, searching all over the village.

But the more anxious he was, the easier it was to ignore those obvious places. When he walked around the village for the third time, he finally noticed the fields not far away.

Wu Dahu removed the last bit of weeds, and when he was about to dig the soil, he saw Xiaoqing rushing towards him.

He avoided it calmly, and asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong?"

Xiaoqing supported her knees, out of breath and said: "Song, Song Qinghan, he is going to be buried with someone!"

Wu Dahu was startled, picked up the hoe, furious, and said in a deep voice: "Who dares? Lead the way!"

Poor Xiaoqing didn't even catch her breath, she continued to run, and when she ran to Zhu'er's house, her legs were so weak that she had to lean on the wall to stand still.

The time for half a stick of incense passed quickly. When Song Qinghan received the things they had prepared, he used wine to sterilize all the things that needed to touch the delivery man. He made a gesture and asked, "Is the half finger long enough?"

Mr. Chan was terrified, but he had already boarded his "thief ship", and there was no turning back. After swallowing his saliva, he nodded and urged, "It's about the same, let's try it first."

Song Qinghan glanced at him coldly, making him afraid to show his anger.

What is almost?try it?That's whether a human is a lab rat or not, it's almost the distance from heaven to hell!

Seeing that the public servant was unreliable, he held his breath, and after careful calculation, according to his own ideas, he decisively cut a hole the length of his little finger.

Gong Gong covered his mouth so that he would not scream because of this strange scene.

After the opening was opened, it slowly stretched to the sides, allowing the contents inside to be exposed.

Song Qinghan glanced at Mr. Chan, and said, "Come here, I'll help."

The production officer nodded excitedly. Although his hands were trembling, he delivered the baby quickly, cut off the placenta, tied the knot, scrubbed it with hot water, wrapped it in cotton cloth, and was ready to go out to claim credit.

"Stop! Don't open the door until the operation is complete!"

Song Qinghan stood in front of Mr. Chan holding the scissors, his eyes were as cold as a ghost crawling out of hell.

Mr. Chan was frightened, afraid that the scissors would greet him, he nodded in a panic, and stood within his line of sight under Song Qinghan's instructions, obediently waiting.

After the baby came out, Zhu'er's stomach unexpectedly healed itself slowly, and the closed position was seamless, as if nothing had happened.

Song Qinghan pondered for a while, mobilized all the knowledge he had learned, but still couldn't figure out the reason, and finally had to attribute it to the different physiques of the people here, rather than some nonsense like blessings from gods.

When it was only as long as the little finger, the self-healing stopped suddenly, and fresh blood slowly gushed out from it.

The production officer exclaimed, Song Qinghan calmly picked up the needle and thread, and quickly sewed up the opening. Seeing that the wound was no longer bleeding, he raised his hand to measure Zhu'er's pulse, and saw that although the heartbeat was weak, it tended to be stable. , finally breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat with the back of his hand, and said softly: "It's okay."

After finally waiting for him to speak, the laborer quickly opened the door, smiling like a chrysanthemum, and said: "Congratulations, it's a boy, and father and son are safe!"

Zhu'er's husband heaved a sigh of relief, he couldn't even stand firmly, with the support of others, he smiled weakly and said: "It's good to be safe, it's good to be safe..."

Wu Dahu had just entered the door at this time, frowning and looked around the courtyard, put the hoe on his shoulder on the ground, and said in a deep voice, "Where is Xiaohan? Who wants him to be buried with him? Come out!"

Seeing him looking like he was about to smash this place, Zhu'er's husband frowned and said: "Dahu? What are you going to do? Today is a big day for my family. If you come to congratulate me, then forget it. If you come to smash the place Yes, don't blame me for not caring about the friendship of the same village!"

Xiaoqing moved in with great difficulty, pointed to the delivery room, and said with certainty: "Song Qinghan is inside!"

Wu Dahu walked straight over, looking like he was about to force his way into the delivery room.

Although the child has been given birth now, a foreigner should not enter such a place as the delivery room. Zhu'er's father-in-law's eyes are tearing open, and he is acting desperately.

The door squeaked, revealing Song Qinghan's somewhat pale face, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, he looked at Wu Dahu and said, "Why are you here?"

Seeing that Wu Dahu didn't speak, but silently stretched out his hand to support him, he came to his senses, turned his head and confessed to Zhu'er's family: "Zhu'er's wound should not touch water or eat hair for half a month. Because of the special location of the wound, it is best not to eat too much, otherwise there is a possibility of cracking, and if there is any abnormal reaction, come to me in time."

Zhu'er's family members stared blankly at the backs of the two of them, and then reacted as if they had just woken up from a dream, and there were many discussions.

"Oh my god, it turned out that Zhu'er was rescued by that skittish woman just now?"

"Don't talk nonsense, who knows what he did in there? After a while, ask the public servant to find out who saved Zhu'er!"

"What did he just say? Don't eat too much? Zhu'er has lost so much blood, how can I not eat more tonic? Really! Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand!"

"..."

Although Xiaoqing was forgotten by Wu Dahu, he didn't care. He just looked at the backs of the two walking away, and suddenly felt that everyone around him was like a devil, wantonly hurting a person who should be praised with his spit words. people.

Wu Dahu supported Song Qinghan's waist, and seeing him walking, the force on his body was getting heavier and heavier, so he knew that his strength had been exhausted, so he simply picked him up horizontally, and quickly walked towards the house go.

After putting him on the bed, Wu Dahu brought a bowl of warm water, and saw that he drank it all up, and then said: "I didn't know that you are so good at medicine that you can even save a male and female with dystocia."

Song Qinghan's mind is empty now, without a single thought. This is the sequelae of his intensive surgery.

In the past, delivery and sutures were nothing, but this body is really too weak, and it was already overloaded just now.

He lay back on the bed, lazily said: "You don't know much, I'm very good, you should cherish it."

Wu Dahu paused, "Yes", nodded his head heavily, and said to himself: "We must cherish it."

When making dinner, Wu Dahu cooked two eggs brought by Xiaoqing, put them all into Song Qinghan's bowl, and brought them to the room, and woke him up.

Seeing that there were eggs to eat, Song Qinghan got up all at once, but felt something was wrong while eating, so he hurried out.

Wu Dahu put down the bowl, looked at him calmly, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Qinghan raised his eyebrows and said calmly: "Get out of the way."

Wu Dahu pretended to be puzzled, but still turned his body to the side, still blocking the bowl, and said softly: "You have worked hard today, take a good rest after eating."

Seeing that he didn't cooperate, Song Qinghan simply stretched out his hand and picked up the bowl on the ground.

"Soak rice in clear water? You are really cruel to yourself!" He sneered, and put the bowl back into Wu Dahu's hands.

Wu Dahu was silent, and he said after a long time: "I'm getting angry, I'd better eat lightly."

Song Qinghan thought for a while, he didn't hunt much in the past few days, he only sold some yams, most of the money he got was bought for tools, and the remaining twenty copper coins were given to himself, no wonder he has no money to buy vegetables up.

No, to be precise, it's not that I don't have money to buy vegetables, it's that I don't have money to buy food for myself, but there is no shortage of food for him, and it's even richer.

He is a little depressed, it's hard to do without money!

Seeing Song Qinghan's ugly face, Wu Dahu couldn't help but said, "I'll go hunting tomorrow, and I'll buy more vegetables then..."

His voice gradually became weaker in Song Qinghan's cold eyes, and finally disappeared.

Song Qinghan gave him most of the meat and vegetables in his bowl, but there were no eggs, and calmly said: "One for me, one for your child, you have no share, I can't eat the rest, you eat."

After finishing speaking, Wu Dahu could not refuse, and turned back to his room.

Wu Dahu slowly withdrew his gaze, looked down at the piled meat on the clear water, felt a warm feeling in his heart, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly.

It's great that his husband lost his memory.

When sleeping at night, Song Qinghan looked at the ceiling and suddenly said, "Wu Dahu, have you thought about the future?"

Wu Dahu said "Yes" and said in a serious tone, "I want to change to a bigger house, and then take good care of you and the children."

Song Qinghan was stunned, he didn't expect his "future" to be so simple...only three people left.

"I..." Song Qinghan said, originally thought he would say something like traveling around the world, but in the end it was: "That's right, so let's start earning money tomorrow and change to a bigger house."

Wu Dahu turned over, gave a heavy "hmm", yawned, and said sleepily, "Sleep, I'll earn you a big house tomorrow..."

Song Qinghan couldn't help but feel sweet in his heart.

He felt that, as expected, he probably fell in love with Wu Dahu.