A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Wu Dahu then looked back at the forest, and said in an authentic tone, "I don't know how big this mountain is, but there must be tigers..."

Song Qinghan was taken aback, and said in surprise, "Have you seen it?"

Wu Dahu shook his head, with a nostalgic look on his face, and said in a low voice, "My father beat a tiger before, and I happened to be born that day, so I got the name 'Dahu'."

Seeing that he didn't want to say any more after saying this, Song Qinghan also closed his mouth and didn't ask any more questions.

Regarding Wu Dahu's life experience, he is actually a little curious. When people in the village scolded him, he even scolded Wu Dahu's female father. .

However, the relationship between the two of them is not that good at the moment, and rashly asking such a question that may expose people's scars may bring the relationship between the two of them back to freezing point.

Song Qinghan thought wildly all the way, and when Wu Dahu stopped, he realized that he was home.

Wu Dahu went to deal with the beehive, and Song Qinghan washed the star anise, drained the water and placed it in a corner of the yard, waiting for it to dry naturally.

After finishing the star anise, he took a fresh mangosteen, cut it in half, put it in a pot, added water to boil, then poured it into a bowl and let it cool.

When he brought the Luo Han Guo tea to Wu Dahu, Wu Dahu had already dealt with the beehive in a mess.

The smell of Luo Han Guo tea was so fragrant that Wu Dahu poured the whole bowl of tea into his stomach without any hesitation, his eyes lit up, and he praised: "It really quenches my thirst!"

Song Qinghan took a sip of tea with a smile, as if Wu Dahu was praising him, and he felt very happy.

After drinking the tea, he looked on the ground and saw a white worm in one of the bowls. He was so frightened that he hid behind Wu Dahu and screamed, "Bee pupae!"

Wu Dahu carefully protected his waist, wondering: "Don't you know what this is? Why are you still afraid?"

Song Qinghan coughed dryly, opened his eyes and said nonsense: "Who said I was scared? I was surprised, not scared!"

Having said that, he never dared to look in the direction of the bee chrysalis, as if he had an innate fear of that white thing.

He can keep his face unchanged when facing the bloody internal organs, and he can also maintain a calm expression when facing the red and white brain, but only when facing all kinds of squirming insects Also unable to remain calm and calm.

Wu Dahu smiled, did not refute, but took a wooden board from the side, covered the bowl with bee pupae, and said patiently: "It's all right now, let's go out and look at other things."

Song Qinghan turned his head cautiously, and finally heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that those white bugs were no longer in his sight range. He walked out from behind Wu Dahu and continued to study other things.

"This is...beeswax?" He pinched the lump of yellow-black lump that was similar to the shape of a honeycomb, and asked tentatively.

Wu Dahu nodded and explained: "This can't be eaten, but the beeswax obtained after melting it and filtering it can be applied to wood to prevent it from cracking in winter."

Song Qinghan didn't know this, he nodded thoughtfully, and exchanged the information he knew to Wu Dahu: "It's also good to apply on the wound, it can promote muscle and relieve pain."

Wu Dahu glanced at the beeswax in surprise, and said slowly: "It turns out that there is such an effect, and the family even saves the ointment."

Song Qinghan looked away, and was immediately attracted by the big bowl of yellow and clear raw honey. He couldn't help sliding his throat, swallowed and said, "Can this be eaten directly?"

In fact, he asked this question knowingly, he just wanted to eat it...

Wu Dahu picked up a piece of raw honey and put it in his hand, and said with a smile, "Eat quickly, you must be hungry after a busy morning."

Song Qinghan took the raw honey and was about to stuff it into his mouth when he rolled his eyes, broke the raw honey in half, handed half to Wu Dahu, pouted and said, "Here, you can eat it too, it's a good thing, Eat to increase physical strength."

He guessed that Wu Dahu would not want to eat another piece, so he thought that the two of them would share a piece, so that Wu Dahu would not feel bad.

But what he didn't expect was that Wu Dahu was still unwilling to take the half of the raw honey, waved his hand, frowned and said, "I don't like sweets, this one is so sweet."

After finishing speaking, he deliberately walked into the kitchen and said briskly: "I think Luo Han Guo tea is delicious, and it quenches my thirst very much."

Song Qinghan took a bite of the raw honey angrily, and suddenly felt saliva, the sweet taste filled the whole mouth, and slid down the throat into the stomach, giving people a heavy sense of happiness.

After he ate half of the raw honey in his hand, he raised his head and glanced in the direction of the kitchen. Seeing Wu Dahu sneaking glances at him, he felt amused, and frowned on purpose, saying, "Why does this raw honey taste a bit off?" Strange, I suddenly feel a stomachache, is it broken?"

Hearing this, Wu Dahu quickly put down the bowl in his hand, walked over quickly, supported Song Qinghan's waist, carefully checked his expression, frowned and asked: "Stomach pain? It shouldn't be, this raw honey is It was just taken out, it was very clean, did it get cold last night?"

Seeing that he didn't believe him, Song Qinghan's expression sank, he stuffed the raw honey into his hand, and said angrily: "If it's broken, you'll know if you try it yourself, and I can't lie to you? What if it's too cold?" It just happened now?"

When he said this, Wu Dahu showed a hesitant expression on his face, and he ate the raw honey into his stomach in two or three times. The expression on his face eased, and he said in doubt: "Is this the taste right? Let's go to the doctor Let's see what's going on."

Song Qinghan laughed suddenly, rubbed his belly and said, "It turns out that I felt wrong, it wasn't a stomachache, it was because I was fed up. It's okay, I don't need to see a doctor anymore!"

After finishing speaking, he pointed to the remaining raw honey and said, "Are you going to sell these? They should be quite valuable, right?"

Wu Dahu said hesitantly: "I won't sell it, I'll keep it for you to eat. This stuff is hard to come by."

Song Qinghan looked around and wondered: "Then you have nothing to sell?"

Wu Dahu nodded, and said honestly: "I'll go to the field to plant the crops later, if I still have time, I'll go to the mountains again and sell things tomorrow."

Now it seems that there is no other good way, so Song Qinghan nodded, and was about to tell him that he would accompany him to the field when there was a knock on the courtyard door.

After opening the door, Wu Dahu looked at the person coming, frowned slightly, and asked, "Laifu, why are you here?"

Song Qinghan saw from behind that the so-called Laifu was Zhu'er's husband-in-law, and couldn't help curling the corners of his lips.

He was in the state of undergoing surgery yesterday, so he ignored what the Laifu family said and didn't take it to heart. After thinking about it carefully, he became more and more angry.

He was kind enough to save people, but others even thought of taking him to be buried with him. They just didn't thank him after saving people, and even satirized him with sarcasm. They really took kindness like a donkey's liver and lungs!

Laifu probably sensed the indifference of the two of them, he lowered his head in embarrassment, stuffed the things in his hands into Wu Dahu's hands, and said embarrassingly: "We misunderstood you yesterday. You told us that he is safe and sound thanks to your husband, this is a small thing, and it is our thanks!"

Wu Dahu was carrying the thing, and he didn't say he would take it or not. He turned his head and glanced at Song Qinghan, and seeing him nodding, he turned around and said, "Okay, then we'll take it."

Seeing that Laifu's eyes were wandering and he showed no sign of leaving, Wu Dahu asked amusedly, "Do you have other things?"

Laifu quickly nodded, looked at Song Qinghan hesitantly, and said loudly: "My husband said that his stomach was itchy and he always wanted to scratch it, so I wanted to ask Doctor Song what should I do?"

Hearing this, Song Qinghan's face suddenly became serious, and he took a few steps forward, stood in front of Laifu, and asked in detail: "What kind of itching is it? Is it the natural itching of the skin or the itching caused by ulceration? Did the wound touch water?" ? Or touched something dirty?"

Laifu was a little confused by his series of questions, and Laifu hesitated and said: "Yeah, it should be festering. Yesterday, my female father saw so much blood on Zhu'er's stomach, so he wiped it for him in fear of staining the new bedding. It's clean..."

Song Qinghan's face was so gloomy that water dripped out, and he said coldly, "Didn't I tell you not to touch the water? Are you trying to kill Zhu'er?"

Laifu was startled, waved his hands quickly, and said anxiously: "Of course not, how could I want to kill Zhu'er? It's just, it's just that the female fathers didn't take your words to heart, so they just... ..Doctor Song, is Zhu'er still alive? I beg you to save Zhu'er!"

Seeing his sincerity, Song Qinghan's expression softened a little.

Thinking about it, if he didn't care about Zhu'er's life and death, he wouldn't have said that he would be buried with him yesterday.

Song Qinghan turned his head to look at Wu Dahu, and calmly said: "I'll go with him to see Zhu'er, you go to the field, so as not to waste time, he will send me back, right?"

Seeing Song Qinghan looking at him, Laifu nodded quickly, and assured Wu Dahu: "Yes, yes, I will send Doctor Song back. Don't worry, Dahu, go get busy!"

Seeing the two walking towards Laifu's house, Wu Dahu could only sigh, put his worries into his stomach, went back to the yard and picked up the tools, and prepared to finish the work in the field quickly, before Song Qinghan came back pick him up.

Song Qinghan followed Laifu into Zhu'er's room, seeing him sweating profusely and pulling the sheets, asked with a frown, "Is it hard?"

Seeing that it was him, Zhu'er felt relieved, nodded quickly, and said in a crying voice: "Yes, it's very itchy, I really want to scratch it, it's so uncomfortable."

Song Qinghan lifted the quilt, and when he saw the yellow substance on the wound, he said with an ugly face: "It's actually pus, go get high-quality wine, and clean cotton!"

Seeing Song Qinghan's ugly face, Zhu'er burst into tears, choked up and said, "Doctor, am I, am I going to die? I don't want to die. I got through the pain yesterday, and I still want to die with my husband." Bao'er has grown up!"