A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Seeing Doctor Shi's embarrassed face, Wu Dahu couldn't force him anymore, he just said: "Please go back and think about how to save Xiaohan, Doctor Shi, thank you here."

Doctor Shi received Wu Dahu's gift, he felt even more guilty and uneasy, he shook his head and said: "It's because I'm so ignorant, I don't see anything famous, if I change to a doctor with excellent medical skills, maybe I can know what kind of disease it is, alas , Don’t worry, I will definitely look through all the medical books when I go back to see if there are any relevant records!”

After finishing speaking, he didn't waste any more time, he fisted, turned and left directly.

After Yuan Wenxuan sent Dr. Shi back, he hesitated for a moment, but still mustered up his courage and said, "Dr. Shi, Master is in poor health. , I’ll come back then.”

Doctor Shi looked at him with half relief and half sympathy, nodded and said: "Good boy, just stay with your master well, follow him in everything, anger hurts the liver, joy hurts the heart, sorrow hurts the lungs, thinking hurts the spleen, and fear hurts the kidneys." , remember, remember!"

Yuan Wenxuan nodded with a heavy face. When he turned to go home, he saw Hualien watering the flowers out of the corner of his eye. For some reason, he suddenly stopped, subconsciously hid to the side, and looked intently.

Hualien still looks taciturn, but the hand watering the flowers is trembling, revealing the uneasiness in his heart.

After watering the flowers, he loosened his shoulders and walked quickly into the kitchen with a look of relief.

Yuan Wenxuan stood on the spot and pondered for a moment, staring at the kitchen while walking towards the place where Hualien was just now.

Seeing this, his complexion changed drastically. Seeing Hua Lian walking out suddenly, he hurriedly pretended to have just walked in, and walked back into the room.

Hua Lian paused, looking at Yuan Wenxuan's fleeing back, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

After eating, Yuan Wenxuan wanted to find an opportunity to tell Wu Dahu what he had just discovered, but he didn't expect to find that his head was dizzy as soon as he stood up, as weak as if he was drunk.

Wu Dahu focused on Song Qinghan and didn't notice the strangeness of Yuan Wenxuan, so he didn't see the picture of Hualien leaving with Yuan Wenxuan.

When Song Qinghan knew that he might die at any time, he calmed down instead, not crying or fussing, like a wooden man, doing all the things he should do mechanically.

This life was originally extra. The original Song Qinghan and his modern Song Qinghan are both dead. It is completely an accident to enjoy the beauty of this world in this way. Since God wants to erase this accident , then let it go, but Wu Dahu and Xiao Shitou suffer, are they going to repeat the mistakes of Wu Dahu and his father?

Seeing Song Qinghan's calm expression, Wu Dahu felt a pain in his heart. He grabbed his hand and said, "Let's seek medical treatment right now! Doctor Shi's medical skills are not very good. Let's go find someone else... Luo Doctor! Yes, let’s go to Doctor Luo!”

Hearing the name of "Doctor Luo", Song Qinghan's eyelids trembled, as if thinking of the small courtyard in the village, a strong desire to go back and have a look suddenly came into his heart, so he nodded obediently and let Wuhan University Hu pulled, gave instructions to Hualien, rented a carriage overnight and drove back.

The two lived and ate and slept all the way, without spending any more time, and arrived at the town as quickly as possible.

Fortunately, Dr. Luo happened to be visiting the doctor today, and he was a little surprised when he saw the haggard appearance of the two of them. Before the two of them could speak, he took Song Qinghan's hand to feel his pulse.

He intended to casually check whether the two of them were in good health, but he didn't expect that the more he looked, the more dignified he was, and at the end he patted the table and said angrily: "Who is it? Which wicked person used such a vicious drug on you? !"

Song Qinghan and Wu Dahu turned pale with shock, and looked at each other, as if they didn't expect that this was not a disease, but someone else had taken medicine.

Wu Dahu's face was no longer as calm as before, and he said anxiously: "Doctor Luo, what kind of medicine is it? How can it be cured? I beg you to save Xiaohan! I am willing to be a cow and a horse to repay you for the rest of my life!"

Dr. Luo made a "stop" gesture, thought for a moment, picked up a pen, and wrote down a large list of medicine names like a flying phoenix. He summoned a servant and ordered: "Go and prepare the medicine immediately, and bring it over after it is finished!"

The boy knew the seriousness of the matter from his tone, so he responded quickly and walked towards the medicine cabinet.

After the little servant left, Doctor Luo said in a deep voice: "This medicine is a forbidden medicine in the palace. When the old man just became an imperial doctor, several ladies in the palace suffered from rapid physical deterioration. In the case of Xiang Xiaoyu’s death, at the beginning we just regarded it as a sudden and sudden illness, but then a doctor from the Western Regions came and recognized the poison, so we started to pay attention to it, quietly prepared the antidote, and used it The matter was reported to the emperor."

"The emperor was furious and ordered a thorough investigation into the matter. The mastermind behind the scenes was found out, and many old things in the palace were involved... Alas, since then, this medicine has disappeared in the palace. I didn't expect it to appear again. In front of the old man, and you were the one who was poisoned."

Song Qinghan looked shocked, and asked with a frown: "Then the feelings of hurting the spring and autumn that I often have these days are also due to the influence of this poison?"

Doctor Luo nodded heavily, and regretfully said: "The reason why we didn't think about poison at the beginning is precisely because the poisoned person behaves like a normal person except for the pulse condition. Kuanghuang... likes emotional male and female, so we have ignored this from beginning to end."

Wu Dahu pursed his lips tightly, his eyes seemed to burst into flames, and said in a low voice, "Who is it? Zhai Su? Besides him, who else would want to harm you?!"

Song Qinghan didn't make a sound, because he couldn't think of any other possibility. It didn't sound like ordinary people could get this poison. Among the people they knew, apart from Zhai Su, they couldn't think of anyone else who possessed this power.

"It's just...how did he take the medicine? By the way, Doctor Luo, did you take the medicine by mouth?"

Doctor Luo knew that they already had someone who was suspicious, and cooperated authentically: "Yes, this medicine is taken by mouth, and it has to be accumulated day by day. If you take too much at one time, the victim will suddenly die suddenly. If you take it once, you won't take it anymore. It has no effect on the victim."

He had already made his words very clear, and he was short of saying "the person who gave the medicine is by your side", so Song Qinghan and Wu Dahu looked at each other and said in unison: "Hualien?!"

Song Qinghan didn't know what to think of, grabbed Wu Dahu by the corner of his clothes, and lost his voice: "Wenxuan! Wenxuan and Hualien are alone together!"

Wu Dahu's heart tightened, looking at his shocked expression, fearing that he might hurt himself, he grabbed his hand and said in a deep voice, "It's useless if Zhai Su arrests Wenxuan, you should calm down first and heal yourself." I'll talk about my illness!"

But how could Song Qinghan calm down?Zhai Su was able to give him such a vicious drug, and it is not surprising that Yuan Wenxuan did anything, so he pushed Wu Dahu's hand away, and said angrily: "You go! If something happens to Wenxuan, I will definitely follow him." You're not done!"

A look of hurt flashed across Wu Dahu's eyes. He knew that he had caused Song Qinghan and Yuan Wenxuan to suffer. If he hadn't been Zhai Su's son, none of this would have happened. It's just...there is no if in this world.

Seeing Song Qinghan struggling to go out, Wu Dahu clenched his fists, pressed him on the bench, and growled in a voice that overshadowed him: "I'm going to save Wenxuan, you can treat your illness here, wait me back!"

Before Song Qinghan could answer, he nodded to Doctor Luo and said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry."

After finishing speaking, he turned around resolutely, untied the horse from the carriage, turned over and rode on it, and galloped towards the state capital.

Seeing Song Qinghan staring blankly at the door, Dr. Luo stretched out his hand to hug the little stone, and comforted him: "Relax, he and the person he wants to save will be fine, you should treat your illness well here, it's your right Come out and relax."

Song Qinghan was silent for a while, then nodded, just in time, the young servant reached out to pass the freshly boiled medicine, regardless of the heat, he raised his neck, drank it all in one gulp, and when he spoke again, his voice was hoarse: "Yes, it will be fine , I will also take good care of the illness."

He can no longer tell whether his emotions are what he wants to express, or whether the drugs have prompted him to express them. Although Wu Dahu hurts him, but now he has no choice but to force himself to abandon all emotions. .

Riding a horse was much faster than taking a carriage. When Wu Dahu arrived at the state capital, it was just dawn.

His legs were already numb, but he didn't seem to feel it. He pushed open the door and rushed into the yard.

Hualien heard the movement, and just turned over and got out of bed when her neck was strangled by a strong force.

Wu Dahu's eyes were red, his exhaustion and anger made it almost difficult for him to maintain his rationality, he gritted his teeth and said, "Where's Wenxuan? What did you do to him?"

The feeling of the trachea being pinched is not good, the pain is second, and the most desperate thing is the suffocation, as if someone squeezed the air out of his lungs, making him like a fish out of water, Struggling desperately was useless.

After waiting for a long time without waiting for an answer, Wu Dahu regained his senses a little, looked at the blue-faced Hualian, let go of his hand suddenly, threw him on the ground, and said coldly: "I'll ask again, did you hide Wenxuan?" Where did you go?"

Hualien retched and coughed, and her physiological tears mixed with saliva fell to the ground, looking like a bereaved dog.

"He, he's fine, I promise."

Although Hualian's voice was hoarse and deep, Wu Dahu could hear it clearly, and he was irritable. He punched the table leg and growled, "Hand him over! Or die!"

Seeing the broken table, Hua Lian flinched, grabbed the corners of her clothes with both hands, and murmured, "I promised my husband that I wouldn't lie, he's really fine..."