A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

After seeing the traces of smallpox on Qingfeng's face and body, the strong men were scared out of their wits. They retreated into the yard with the ghost shouting, crying, "Help! Help! The one with smallpox ran out!"

They were trembling all over, and some of them were so frightened that they lost control of their urine and sat on the ground, unable to squeeze out tears.

Seeing that although they were scared, but no one ran out, Song Qinghan thought that they had a bit of conscience, knowing that they might be infected with smallpox, so they would not go out to harm others.

They didn't know that the biggest reason why these people didn't run out was that their legs were weak, and the other was that they were worried that if their voice was heard just now, they would be beaten to death with sticks as soon as they went out.

Song Qinghan admired their miserable situation for a long time, before they blackened out of despair, he calmly said: "If you want to survive, just listen to us obediently, we have found a cure for smallpox."

When the strong men heard the words, hope rose in their eyes, and they struggled to crawl to Song Qinghan's feet, saying repeatedly: "Quick! Save us quickly! Otherwise we will kill you! No, I will make your life worse than death!"

Seeing that their eyes were still looking fierce at this time, Song Qinghan raised his eyebrows, and said indifferently: "Having smallpox is a thing that is worse than death. I have already felt it without you doing it, but you are such a threat." I, are you not afraid that I will let you go and let you survive?"

After hearing his words, the strong men looked at each other, as if they didn't expect that their invincible threats would fail, and they were threatened instead.

But until now, they have no other choice but to be soft, unless they can prove that the traces of smallpox on Qingfeng's body are fake, or Song Qinghan has no way to cure smallpox at all.

"Then, what do you want us to do?"

Song Qinghan snorted, pointed to the empty room and said, "You'll be staying here for a few days, and when Qingfeng's smallpox is cured, I'll start treating you."

"In addition, the ingredients have been prepared, and you will take care of the meals. Remember to call us when the time comes, otherwise..."

He squinted his eyes and glanced at everyone demonstratively, until they bowed their heads guiltyly before giving up.

After watching the strong men obediently enter the room, he clapped his hands, knocked on the room where Dr. Shi and the others were, and said softly: "It's all right, come out."

What he didn't expect was that a fierce quarrel suddenly broke out in the room, and there was even the sound of tables and chairs colliding.

"You can't let him in! He just entered Qingfeng's room without taking any measures. What if he is infected with smallpox?"

Song Qinghan heard the boy's voice, paused, and remained silent.

"Then let me out! I want to be with Master!"

Yuan Wenxuan didn't know if he was wrestling with the boy, and his tone of voice sounded a little fierce.

"You! Then you go to die!"

The boy looked very angry, the door squeaked, and Yuan Wenxuan seemed to be half-shot out of a cannonball.

Through the opening of the door, Song Qinghan saw Doctor Shi's helpless face. He knew that the servant must have made his own decision, so he nodded to Doctor Shi, signaling him to rest assured.

Yuan Wenxuan grabbed the corner of Song Qinghan's clothes, frowned and said, "Master, are you okay? Let's live with us, I believe Qingfeng will get better."

Song Qinghan patted his head and comforted him: "Master is fine, it's getting late, go to bed early."

Yuan Wenxuan nodded sensibly, rearranged the remaining empty rooms, and shared a room with Song Qinghan.

The next morning, when Song Qinghan got up, he found that the group of brawny men had actually prepared meals obediently, waiting for them to sit down.

Song Qinghan was not polite, and after sharing a portion with Qingfeng, he and Yuan Wenxuan ate all the delicious food cooked by the strong men.

After a while, a sound came from Dr. Shi's room, and three people wearing masks and gloves came out.

After seeing them eating breakfast on their own, the servant said sharply: "This is the food we bought! Why do you eat it!"

Dr. Shi couldn't see it anymore, he stretched out his hand to block the boy, frowned and said, "Don't be rude! Apologize to Dr. Song and Yuan Wenxuan!"

The boy has been in a bad mood ever since he quarreled with Yuan Wenxuan while helping Dr. Shi to speak yesterday. Seeing that Dr. Shi was standing by Song Qinghan's side again, obviously disrespecting him, his eyes turned red immediately, and he left After saying "I don't!", he turned and rushed back into the room.

Doctor Shi sighed helplessly, with a gloomy cloud over his brows and eyes.

It's because he spoiled this boy too much in the past, and now he can't even discipline him. What if he continues to let him go?

He took off his mask and gloves, bowed to Song Qinghan, and said sincerely: "I am not strict in discipline, please forgive me, Doctor Song."

Xia Yunfei couldn't understand what was going on with them, so he followed Doctor Shi to take off the mask and gloves ignorantly, and paused when he saw the gasping of the strong men, but he still chose to do what Song Qinghan said. , exposing himself to the sun.

Song Qinghan smiled calmly, stretched out his hand to help Dr. Shi up, and said calmly: "It's okay, the child has a big temper, and he wants to save face. It will be fine when he grows up."

Seeing that he was so reasonable, Doctor Shi relaxed his shoulders, nodded with emotion, "I hope so."

Xia Yunfei cooked three breakfasts, put one in front of the boy's room, and Dr. Shi ate up the remaining two.

When they were having breakfast, Song Qinghan had already observed his condition in the breeze room, and was overjoyed when he saw that the red pimples on his body showed obvious signs of shrinking.

Seeing Song Qinghan's relaxed expression, Qingfeng seemed to have guessed something, and said excitedly: "Doctor, am I getting better? Am I getting better?"

Song Qinghan didn't say anything to death, but gave Qingfeng an optimistic signal, and said with a light smile: "As long as you maintain this state, the possibility of recovery is very high."

The strong men were concerned with curing the smallpox, and kept sticking to the door to listen for the movement inside. After hearing this, they rushed in and shouted: "Doctor, doctor, treat us too! "

Song Qinghan raised his eyebrows, and said calmly: "Do you really want to treat it?"

At the end, the strong men backed off again, looked at each other, and whispered: "Why don't you wait? What if you don't make it?"

"Are you stupid? We're all staying with people who have smallpox, how could we not get it?"

"That's right, the sooner it is treated, the sooner it will be cured. After a long time, my body will be full of pockmarks...It's scary to think about it."

"Then you have to be sure that you can cure it? How can this disease be treated indiscriminately? Don't cure the disease if you don't have the disease!"

"..."

Seeing that they had been arguing for a long time without any results, Song Qinghan stood up calmly and said, "Rang Rang, I'll go out and treat myself first."

Now that the effect of vaccinia vaccination can be seen, he doesn't want to delay any longer. After all, the process from the time the antigen enters the body to the time the body produces the antibody is not short.

When Xia Yunfei heard that Song Qinghan wanted to borrow his pus, he stretched out his hand without the slightest hesitation.

After Song Qinghan finished disinfecting, he didn't know what to think, and suddenly put the scalpel into Yuan Wenxuan's hand, and said calmly: "You come."

Doctor Shi thought it was inconceivable when he saw that Song Qinghan was going to greet him, but now he saw that he was going to let Yuan Wenxuan, who had never had surgery before, stop him quickly: "You can do it yourself, if you can't, I will do it. How can he hold the knife steadily at such a young age?"

After hearing Dr. Shi's words, Yuan Wenxuan had a hesitant look on his face, and he didn't know whether to advance or retreat with the hand holding the knife.

Song Qinghan smiled, and patiently explained to Dr. Shi: "There are quite a few people in Moshang who need surgery. If both of us perform the surgery, I'm afraid we can't finish it without eating or drinking for three days and three nights. Xuan is definitely going to come, if he wants to master medical skills as soon as possible. These hooligans also want to go, after all, they sent it to the door themselves, such a good labor force is not in vain. "

If he hadn't taken a fancy to the manpower of these strong men, he would have left such a large group of people behind when he was full, wasting their food in vain.

After Yuan Wenxuan heard these words, he remembered the conversation he had with Song Qinghan after the operation on the rabbit, and thought about his childhood, he was calm, his hand grasping the knife suddenly tightened, and he said affirmatively: " Master, Doctor Shi, I can do it, let me do it!"

Dr. Shi has actually been persuaded by Song Qinghan, but he still has some worries, but these worries turned into surprise when he saw Yuan Wenxuan's movement of swinging the knife.

He was able to completely reproduce Song Qinghan's movements? !

Song Qinghan was also very surprised when he saw the wound on his hand, but compared to Dr. Shi, he was an "expert in the way". When he realized the depth of the wound, he couldn't help but let out a sound of admiration in his heart.

His apprentice was really well received!

And Yuan Wenxuan seemed to be half in a state of complete ecstasy, with the same calm expression on his face as when Song Qinghan was undergoing surgery, he quickly smeared the pus on Song Qinghan's wound, put down the scalpel, and began to bandage it.

After the dressing was finished, he looked a little dazed, looked at the admiration in Song Qinghan's eyes, and said blankly: "Master, this is me, finished?"

Song Qinghan coughed lightly, straightened his expression, and said calmly: "Is the scalpel just here? It's not considered a success until the things are packed."

Yuan Wenxuan's face blushed when he was told, and quickly cleaned up the mess meticulously.

Seeing this, Song Qinghan nodded with satisfaction, neither arrogant nor impetuous, very good.