A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Qin Sanmu gave a "huh" sound, as if he said with some emotion: "Last night, a foreign doctor was dealt with. If he can obey, many of our problems will be solved, and the plan can be accelerated a lot."

"How did you get it done? Why didn't you just bring it in? What if something goes wrong?"

The man's tone seemed a bit aggressive, so Qin Sanmu's tone also cooled down, and said in a deep voice: "The boss is holding him tight, how can I bring him in? But he will come in by himself when the time comes, and the bait has been put down. In the past two days, you have sent people to pay more attention to the northwest corner."

"Come here for the iceberg snow lotus? Hehe, it seems that he wants to get rich and crazy, and his life is about to die, but it just so happens that I am also going to get a flower to come back to eat, so let's deal with him."

Hearing them talk about him like this, Song Qinghan's mood was very complicated, but from their conversation, he was basically sure that the iceberg snow lotus growing in the northwest corner was true.

Qin Sanmu said something else to the man. After about a cup of tea passed, the sound of footsteps gradually increased. Although Song Qinghan knew that his hiding place would not be discovered, he was still beating like a drum, waiting for them to pass by him. Then, he breathed a sigh of relief.

After a while, a soft footstep sounded, and Song Qinghan knew that it was the person who sent the Qin family out. After he walked in, Song Qinghan finally moved his stiff body, while looking at the people around him. Situation, while walking outside.

When he walked out of the dark cave, he suddenly felt a sense of survival after a catastrophe. He raised his head to cover his eyes, squinted his eyes and looked around, seeing nothing unusual, he walked out.

It is estimated that Qin Sanmu and the others have been walking for a while now. After he sent out the signal flare, the head of the family could just lead someone to stop them on the way.

He took out the signal flare from his arms, raised his hand, and made a "bang".

It's not the sound of the signal flare, but the sound of the signal flare falling to the ground.

Song Qinghan clutched his aching hand, turned his head suddenly to look at Qin Sanmu who was not far away, after seeing him leisurely turning the slingshot in his hand, his heart tightened, and he subconsciously said: "Why haven't you left yet? "

Qin Sanmu walked over slowly, picked up the signal flare from the ground, played with it in his hand for a while, and said with a half-smile: "If I leave, wouldn't I fall into your trap?"

Song Qinghan quickly scanned around and saw other people coming out from behind the tree at some point, staring at him, took a step back unconsciously, and forced himself to be calm: "What are you talking about? How can I hear you?" Don’t understand? I’m just here to pick iceberg snow lotus, didn’t you make an appointment with me yesterday?”

For the current plan, there is only delay. Although the signal flare has not been sent out, the delay may not be effective, but Song Qinghan still prays for a miracle to happen.

Qin Sanmu raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't see through Song Qinghan's inner thoughts, or he saw through it, but didn't want to expose it, and said patiently: "I asked you to pick it, but I didn't ask you to send a signal flare. Ah, if you sent it just now, wouldn't it be difficult for us?"

There was a small voice behind him, and Song Qinghan turned his head. After catching a glimpse of those "mountain ghosts" coming out of the cave, he felt a tightness in his throat, forced a smile, and said as kindly as possible: "I think we have cooperation Chances are, it sounds like you guys need a doctor to sort out some issues..."

Qin Sanmu nodded cooperatively, and just when Song Qinghan thought he would agree, his face darkened suddenly, and he said with a smirk: "But we don't need a doctor who is so bold as to want to harm us!"

Seeing him approaching him, Song Qinghan felt bad, turned around and ran away.

But he is a female man, and his physical strength is not comparable to that of a normal man. What's more, he kept a posture in the cave for too long just now, and his body was already stiff, so he was caught by Qin Sanmu before he ran a few steps, and threw him on the ground.

Fortunately, the snow was soft, Song Qinghan rolled over immediately after falling to the ground, got up and continued to run forward.

An arrow "whoosh" shot into the snow at Song Qinghan's feet, so frightened that he subconsciously dodged to the side, and his body rolled to the ground driven by inertia.

Qin Sanmu chuckled, slowly withdrew his hand holding the crossbow, raised his eyebrows and said, "Still running? I don't mind playing with you for a while."

Song Qinghan narrowed his eyes, fixedly looked at the arrow slot, stood up tentatively, and slowly backed away.

Another arrow shot precisely at Song Qinghan's feet, kicking up a cloud of slush, which blinded Song Qinghan's eyes.

He clenched his fists tightly, ran behind a tree suddenly, and missed the arrows shot by Qin Sanmu several times.

He had been counting the arrows in his heart all the time, when he counted to six, he suddenly stretched out his hand from behind the tree, aimed at Qin Sanmu's direction, and quickly pressed the switch of the crossbow on his wrist.

Qin Sanmu's smile was fixed on his face, and he slowly lowered his head, looking at the sharp arrow piercing through his abdomen, the expression on his face changed rapidly, and finally turned into anger.

"You! Fuck me! Capture him alive! I want to make his life worse than death!"

Seeing that he had succeeded, Song Qinghan didn't have time to be happy, so he took a step and ran out of the snow forest quickly.

Only Qin Sanmu was the closest to him, and after being hit by the arrow, Qin Sanmu naturally couldn't continue to chase him. As for the others, even if they took a step at this time, they were still a long way behind Song Qinghan.

Seeing that Xuelin's exit was right in front of him, Song Qinghan didn't have time to feel happy, his heart shrank suddenly, his legs became weak, and he collapsed on the ground.

He blankly looked at the sky divided into small pieces by the trees, and when he saw a colorful halo appearing in the sky, he finally realized what happened to him, slowly closed his eyes, and murmured: "The drug addict's , it's really not the time..."

The tinnitus sounded, as if it was going to penetrate his head, he bent his knees, curled himself up into a ball, as if he wanted to bury himself in the snow, and continued to drill down.

In a blur, the sound of fighting and screams sounded from all around, a gentle force lifted him up, and Wu Dahu's voice sounded.

"Xiaohan, Xiaohan, wake up! Don't be afraid, I'm here, I'm fine."

Song Qinghan slowly raised the corners of his mouth, and said to himself: "Illusions are so good, no wonder they become addicted..."

He stretched out his hand and hugged "Wu Dahu" into his arms with great strength, as if he wanted to melt himself into "Wu Dahu"'s body.

Wu Dahu looked down at Song Qinghan's flushed face, his eyes were full of worry, he hugged his hands tightly, raised his head and said to the head: "Are you sure he will recover in a while?"

The head of the family gave a "hmm", looked at the posture of the two hugging each other tightly, turned his head to hide the envy that flashed in his eyes, and said decisively: "It will be fine, Doctor Song knows how to treat this disease."

After getting his assurance, Wu Dahu let go of the big stone in his heart a little, glanced at the blood and stumps all over the place, and said to the head without expression: "Then I'll go back first, you take it easy. "

After speaking, he hugged Song Qinghan and sat in the sled, and quickly ran to the distance.

After the head of the family looked back, he walked up to the immobile Qin Sanmu, stepped on his chest, and said sharply: "Why did you give him that thing? What is your secret?!"

Qin Sanmu vomited a mouthful of blood, looked at the big boss fixedly, and smiled with part of his mouth, unwillingly said: "You should ask him, why did he eat that thing? If he doesn't eat it, I will I won't relax my vigilance anymore, let alone be caught by him...hehe, the winner is the loser, the loser is the loser, it's useless to talk, if you want to know, just go in and see for yourself!"

Seeing his tough appearance, the head of the family laughed angrily, kicked him unconscious, and said to the people around him: "Tie him up, surround the entrances and exits of the forest, and don't let anything go out from here." !"

When Song Qinghan opened his eyes and saw Wu Dahu's concerned face in front of him, he closed his eyes subconsciously, and said to himself, "Why hasn't the illusion subsided, and it's getting more and more real..."

Wu Dahu laughed, and helped him tuck the corner of the quilt distressedly, and said softly: "If you are too tired, go back to sleep, but it's better to get up and eat something before going to sleep."

After a while, when Wu Dahu thought that Song Qinghan would not open his eyes, he suddenly straightened up, grabbed Wu Dahu's hand, and said with wide eyes: "Are you serious?!"

Seeing his eyes full of disbelief, Wu Dahu put down the bowl, hugged him into his arms, patted his back and comforted him: "Of course it's true, you left without saying a word, How can I rest assured? If something goes wrong, what's the point of me living with a small stone? Fortunately, I finally caught up. You don't know how much my heart aches when I see you lying on the ground in pain ..."

Song Qinghan smelled the familiar smell from Wu Dahu's body, tears seemed to be broken and couldn't be stopped.

He hugged Wu Dahu back tightly, and said sadly and happily: "You're fine, and I'm fine, that's great."

"By the way, the whereabouts of the iceberg snow lotus has been found. It is in the northwest corner of the forest just now. Let's pick it up now!"

Wu Dahu grabbed him, and said helplessly: "Your body has just recovered, rest for a while, anyway, Bingshan snow lotus has no feet, so you can't run away by yourself."

As he spoke, he picked up the bowl, lightly scooped a spoonful of hot porridge, blew it carefully, and fed it to Song Qinghan's mouth.

Song Qinghan paused, then sat down obediently, like a child, being fed a whole bowl of hot porridge by Wu Dahu one bite at a time.

The four eyes met, and the room was silent, but it did not appear awkward or deserted.

After Song Qinghan finished eating the porridge, the head of the family also came back with people. Qin Sanmu's vitality was tenacious enough. After such a toss, the arrow was still stuck in his abdomen well, and there was no sign of excessive blood loss for the time being.