A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

After packing up his things, Yuan Wenxuan suddenly raised his head and asked Song Qinghan: "Master, do I need an operation too?"

Song Qinghan thought for a while, and said in a discussing tone: "How about doing it tomorrow?"

If this pus should not be used so directly on normal people, after a day, all the reactions that should appear should have come out.

Yuan Wenxuan nodded obediently and agreed.

Doctor Shi looked at other people's apprentices, couldn't help but turn back to look at his own servant, sighed deeply, shook his head and said: "It's not comparable, from the big to the small... ..."

Xia Yunfei touched the gauze on his body, and suddenly said: "I only have so much pus on my body, if it's all used up, can people in the desert be saved?"

This is what Dr. Shi and Yuan Wenxuan didn't understand. Hearing this, he quickly turned his head to look at Song Qinghan, waiting for his answer.

Song Qinghan was a little dumbfounded at their reaction, but when he answered, his expression was very serious, and he said affirmatively: "There is help, people in Moshang don't use your pus, they use cow's."

Xia Yunfei was stunned for a moment, and said with a strange expression: "A cow? Putting something from a cow on a human body is a bit..."

Song Qinghan sighed, not wanting to make up words to deceive them any more, and said with a firm attitude: "Listen to me, you're right."

Another day passed in a blink of an eye, and Song Qinghan didn't have any abnormal reactions, and Qingfeng's red pimples also shrunk and became more obvious.

After confirming that his operation was correct, Song Qinghan asked Doctor Shi to vaccinate Yuan Wenxuan with cowpox, and then asked the strong men to vaccinate each other again.

Doctor Shi was a little discouraged when he saw that his operation level could not even match that of Yuan Wenxuan, but after seeing the actions of the strong men, he immediately cheered up and pointed out loudly from the side.

Although these strong men had watched Yuan Wenxuan and Doctor Shi perform the surgery, and heard Song Qinghan explain the operation method in detail, when it was their turn, they acted like they were messing around. Being poked to the bones, he let out a miserable scream.

After all the cowpox vaccinations were finally done, these strong men were lying on the ground unsteadily, looking hopeless. How could they still be as energetic as they were when they were local ruffians?

When packing up his things and preparing to rush to the desert, Song Qinghan suddenly thought of something, and asked Dr. Shi: "How is your boy?"

Doctor Shi was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly knocked on the door of the servant's room.

He was in the same room as Song Qinghan last night, and today he has been busy with vaccinating the cowpox, completely throwing his own servants away for nine days.

After hearing the knock on the door, the boy said weakly, "Don't come in, I, I have smallpox..."

His voice was too low, Doctor Shi couldn't hear the second half of the sentence clearly, thinking that he hadn't eaten for the past two days, he felt a little uneasy, so he quickly called a strong man, knocked open the door, and hurried in.

The two looked at each other, the young servant flinched and covered his head with the quilt.

Doctor Shi widened his eyes and said in shock, "You, you got smallpox?"

Who would have thought that the young boy, who was the most defenseless, became the only one among them who contracted smallpox, and judging by the growth of the chickenpox, this was not the first day he had the disease.

The little servant snuggled under the quilt, sobbing sadly, half regretful and half afraid: "If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have touched his hand, woo, what should I do now? I don't want to die... ..”

After Dr. Shi came to his senses, he stretched out his hand to pull his quilt away, and comforted him: "It's okay, Dr. Song's method is useful. Qingfeng's smallpox is almost healed. Come out quickly and let Dr. Song perform the operation on you."

Now he has completely accepted Song Qinghan's set of arguments, and he speaks words such as surgery, suture, and surgery very smoothly.

The boy sniffled, and slowly got out of bed, thinking of how he treated Song Qinghan before, and now he was going to beg him again, he suddenly felt sad, and cried loudly: "I don't want to go to him, he will definitely humiliate me of......"

Song Qinghan, who heard the movement outside, waved to Xia Yunfei, put the scalpel in Yuan Wenxuan's hand, and said calmly: "Go, don't be rude."

Yuan Wenxuan was a little annoyed when he thought of being pushed out by the servants that day, pointing at the strong men, he said angrily, "Let them go! They still need to practice!"

Song Qinghan raised his eyebrows, his face darkened suddenly, and he said coldly: "Oh? If you meet someone who makes you unhappy in the future, you will never save them, right? What is the most important thing for a doctor?"

Yuan Wenxuan lowered his head, pinched the hem of his clothes and said, "Benevolence."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Song Qinghan to educate, he took the initiative to say: "Master, I was wrong, I will go now."

Song Qinghan looked at his back, and saw that he calmly finished the operation on the young man after entering the room, so he couldn't help but nodded.

After Yuan Wenxuan came out, Song Qinghan took him to a corner, looked at his silent appearance, and said with a smile: "Still angry?"

Yuan Wenxuan shook his head vigorously, hesitated for a moment, and then honestly said: "A little bit, I already know that I was wrong, but the anger is not over yet."

Song Qinghan reached out and patted him on the shoulder, comforting him: "It's normal to be angry, it's not normal to not be angry, but as a doctor, you have to separate your emotions from your behavior, you know, our duty is Healing diseases and saving lives, not eradicating violence and bringing peace to the people.”

Yuan Wenxuan thought for a moment, then said hesitantly, "Then if the murderer is injured, shall we save him?"

Song Qinghan laughed dumbfounded, raised his eyebrows and said, "But how do you know that he is the real murderer, or what is his purpose for killing?"

Seeing that Yuan Wenxuan's eyes were full of doubts, Song Qinghan knew that this was a bit too profound for him, and explained: "For example, one planned to kill two, and two accidentally killed one during the resistance, then Is two a murderer? Also, three is going to kill all the people in the village, and has already taken a knife to act. After knowing about four, he will kill three. So is four also a murderer? What happens when two and four , are you saving or not?"

Yuan Wenxuan stared blankly at Song Qinghan, as if he hadn't expected such a situation. After hesitating for a while, he whispered: "I don't know..."

Song Qinghan laughed, touched his head and said: "So, we only need to treat the sick and save the patient. As for whether the person is good or bad, it should be determined and dealt with by the government. If we manage too loosely, the more we manage chaos."

Yuan Wenxuan understood this sentence, he nodded, and agreed: "Okay, Master, I will try my best to separate emotions from actions."

In fact, when I calm down and think about it, Dr. Shi's servant did not actually cause him any harm. Moreover, the behavior of the servant is that he did not separate emotion from behavior, right?

He secretly wrote down the example of the boy in his heart so that he could remind himself at any time in the future not to be that kind of person.

After all the luggage was packed, the group headed towards the desert.

Those gangsters didn't want to follow Song Qinghan and the others to the dangerous Moshang, but Song Qinghan didn't give them any response. Whenever they asked to leave, he just stared at them quietly, making their backs hairy , Reflecting on whether I was poisoned by Song Qinghan these days or something, in the end I really couldn't bear the feeling of fear, and obediently helped Song Qinghan up and down, and after getting the "come back from the desert" he gave After the promise that you can leave", I finally felt relieved.

Just like its name, Moshang is a town standing on the desert.

Fortunately, after all, we haven't reached the most northwest. There are deserts and oases. Although it is not the most pleasant environment, it is enough for people to live.

However, today's Moshang is like a deserted city, only the noise of the wind is left, and there is not even a trace of a living person.

Xia Yunfei knew the situation in Moshang best, but he explained to everyone: "Since getting smallpox, the villagers are not willing to go out for a walk, and most of them stay at home."

"By the way, shall we go to the sheep farm first?"

He still remembered that Song Qinghan said that he would use those two cows to save Master Mo, so he confirmed it to Song Qinghan.

Song Qinghan nodded and asked, "How many people are there in Moshang?"

Xia Yunfei thought for a moment, then frowned and said: "When I came out, there were more than a hundred people left, and many of them were already terminally ill. I don't know how many are left now."

The disease is ruthless, and it may take away a lingering life at any moment. Song Qinghan's expression was a little heavy, and he directed: "After arriving at the sheep farm in a while, first deal with the remaining people in the sheep farm, and then Xia Yunfei and The soldiers of Qingfeng divided into two groups, gathered the villagers and separated them according to the severity of the disease, and we took turns to perform operations on the villagers."

Everyone agreed, and as soon as they arrived at the sheep farm, they immediately split up.

The people in the sheep farm slowly moved out after hearing the commotion outside. Seeing so many strange faces, they were all shocked, and they didn't know whether to go out or retreat to the room.

Fortunately, they still recognized Xia Yunfei, and hurriedly asked, "Yunfei? What are these people here for? Didn't you go out to find a doctor?"

Xia Yunfei saw that the familiar face in the past was now corroded by smallpox, his eyes were red, and he suppressed his excitement and said: "They are the doctors I found. You are saved, everyone is saved!"

The little workers looked at each other, it took a while to digest the news, and said in a trembling voice: "Really, really? Are we really saved?"

After a few "plops", they knelt on the ground, bowed to Song Qinghan and others, and cried loudly: "God bless, thank you doctor, thank you doctor!"

Song Qinghan pursed his lips tightly, without saying a word, he took out the surgical knife and disinfected it.

He must hurry up, hurry up and take these people's lives back from Lord Yan's hands.