A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Laifu's female father stood aside, a little dissatisfied: "If it wasn't for him, where did you get such a wound on your stomach? He wanted to kill you! Why did you call him here?"

Song Qinghan turned a deaf ear to it, and carefully checked the degree of festering of Zhu'er's wound.

On the other hand, Zhu'er couldn't listen to Fu Xi's father's words at all, and shouted loudly: "If the doctor hadn't opened this hole in my stomach yesterday, I would have died twice! You are not allowed to say that about the doctor! Otherwise, I Take Bao'er to die together!"

Laifu's father muttered a few words, but finally closed his mouth and walked away.

After a while, Laifu came over with high-quality wine and clean cotton just borrowed from another house. It was a little strange to see that his female father was not in the room, but he knew his female father's temperament. If he stayed here, Maybe he might say something nasty, so it's better to leave, so he didn't ask any further questions, handed the things in his hand to Song Qinghan, and said anxiously: "Doctor Song, something is here."

Song Qinghan asked Laifu to pour the wine, sanitized his hands, then soaked the cotton with wine, and carefully wiped slowly along the outer edge of Zhu'er's wound.

After wiping the outer edge, he took another new cotton, soaked it in wine, quickly removed the pus and scab on Pearl's wound, and wiped away the pus.

Seeing that the wound became clean immediately, Lai Fu breathed a sigh of relief, and asked in a low voice, "Doctor Song, is it all right now?"

Song Qinghan laughed, raised his eyelids, and continued to order: "Boil water, put as much salt as fingernails in it, and bring it to me together with clean gauze!"

Laifu's heart tightened, and he hurried out to follow Song Qinghan's instructions.

Seeing that she felt much better after cleaning up the pus, Zhu'er also calmed down, and gratefully said to Song Qinghan: "Doctor, you are so kind, my life will be yours from now on!"

Song Qinghan's expression softened a lot when facing the patient, and he comforted him patiently: "You will be fine, what do I want your life for? Didn't you say that you want to raise Bao'er with Laifu? Hold on for a few more days It won't hurt until the wound heals."

Zhu'er nodded vigorously, a smile that she hadn't seen for a long time bloomed on her face, she turned her head and stroked Bao'er's hair, all the worries in her chest were swept away.

"Water is coming, water is coming!"

Laifu rushed in anxiously holding a pot of boiling water in his right hand and gauze in his left.

Song Qinghan took the gauze, wrapped it carefully around Zhu'er's wound, and then asked him to turn his body slightly, exposing his stomach outside the bed, so that the steam of boiling water was facing the wound.

The hot steam seeped into the wound as soon as it met the gauze, making Pearl groan in comfort.

Song Qinghan estimated the cooling time of the hot water, turned to Laifu and said, "Not enough, let's cook another pot!"

Lai Fu responded, and ran out without complaint.

After quieting down, Song Qinghan suddenly said: "Laifu is good to you."

Although the ancient times here were men and women getting married and having children, it was similar to the ancient times of his previous life, where the status of women and men was low, and it was common for men to have multiple husbands.

Zhu'er showed a happy smile, nodded lightly, looked at the door tenderly and said: "Laifu is a very good husband-in-law, I am lucky to marry him."

Song Qinghan didn't agree very much and said: "He will marry you, naturally because you are a good husband, maybe he also thinks Sansheng is lucky."

Zhu'er was taken aback, then turned to look at Song Qinghan, and said with a light smile, "Doctor Song is really a special person, you and Dumb are very suitable."

What he said aroused Song Qinghan's interest, and he couldn't help asking: "Why do you say that? I see that Xiaoqing also likes Dahu. They grew up together, wouldn't they be a better match?"

After asking this series of questions, Song Qinghan began to regret it.

When he said this, it was obvious that he was a little concerned about Xiaoqing's love for Wu Dahu, and Zhu'er might just be talking casually.

So he quickly waved his hand and stopped him: "I'm talking nonsense, you don't need to answer."

Unexpectedly, Zhu'er became serious instead, took Song Qinghan's hand and said: "Actually, don't look at Dahu's reticence, in fact, his vision is very high, Xiaoqing is just an ordinary female like me, that's all. If they could get into Dug's eyes, then they would have done it long ago, to put it bluntly, where would it be your turn?"

Song Qinghan touched his face thoughtfully, and said with a light smile, "So he is Yan Kong."

Although Zhu'er didn't understand Song Qinghan's words, she could still understand his actions, and said amusedly: "You don't think Dumb married you because of your beauty, do you?"

Although Song Qinghan didn't make a sound, but judging by the expression, it was obvious that he acquiesced,

Zhu'er sighed, and said earnestly: "Although Dr. Song's beauty is indeed the best among the four miles and eight villages, if you look a little farther away, there are not many beauties like you, Duhu is not in a hurry If you want to get married, as long as you make a name for yourself a little bit, why worry about not having a beautiful woman in your arms?"

What he said made sense, so Song Qinghan understood after thinking about it carefully, looked down at his stomach, and said helplessly: "Then it can only be because of it."

Zhu'er was startled, opened her eyes wide and said, "Is the child in your stomach Dahu's?"

Seeing Song Qinghan looking at her, Zhu'er hurriedly waved her hands and explained: "I, I don't mean anything else, it's just that everyone doesn't know about it..."

Fortunately, at this time, Laifu appeared in time to save this embarrassing situation.

Dripping sweat, he changed the pot in his hand with the pot on the ground, seeing Zhu'er's complexion gradually getting better, he said happily: "Doctor Song, Zhu'er looks much better, do you want more water?"

Song Qinghan waved his hands and confessed: "Two pots are enough. From now on, you will use clean gauze to wrap Zhuer's wound like this every other day, boil two pots of boiling water, and let the water steam burn on Zhuer's wound. After a week, if there is no problem with the wound, you don’t need to boil the water anymore, just wait for it to heal by itself.”

Lai Fu carefully kept Song Qinghan's words in his heart, and seeing that he was about to leave, he hurriedly said: "Doctor Song, let me take you back."

Seeing that he didn't waste much time when he came out, Song Qinghan said, "No need, I'll go to the field to see the tiger."

But Laifu still remembered what he had promised Wu Dahu, after Zhu'er had a good rest at home, he still ran out to escort Song Qinghan to the field.

Wu Dahu's speed was very fast, and in the blink of an eye, he had planted an acre of crops.

When Song Qinghan arrived, he was preparing to plant the second mu.

Seeing that his task had been completed, Lai Fu waved his hands at the two of them, and said with a smile: "Then I'll leave first, and I'll bring him to visit you when Zhu'er is well!"

Wu Dahu nodded, walked over and pulled Song Qinghan under the big tree, seeing the thin layer of sweat on his forehead, couldn't help but said: "It's hot right now, why don't you rest at home?"

Song Qinghan saw that he was sweating profusely, and wiped his sweat with a handkerchief, smiled, pushed his hand away, sat down on a comfortable place on the ground, and said comfortably: "Occasionally, I have to come out to play Drying is good for the fetus, you go and do your work, don't worry about me."

It was almost noon at this time, and Wu Dahu was not too hungry because of eating honey. He guessed that Song Qinghan should be the same, so he made up his mind, nodded, walked towards the field, and continued to work.

Surrounded by silence, Song Qinghan half-lyed on the haystack, squinting his eyes to appreciate the arc of Wu Dahu's muscles when he was doing things. He just felt that the years were quiet, and it would be better if there was no such thing in his stomach.

The little baby in his belly probably heard his heartfelt voice, and suddenly kicked him violently, causing the veins on his forehead to burst out.

He looked down at his growing belly, poked it angrily, and said to himself, "Wait for me, kid! Let's see how you teach you when you come out!"

After a while, he realized that he is now considered a modern "mother" role, who should be gentle and kind. He couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, and lay back sadly, deciding to go his own way and play his "strict father" role well.

Seeing that he looked a little impatient, Wu Dahu hastened his movements, and it took only half an hour to plant the remaining two acres of land.

When Wu Dahu wiped off the sweat on his body and walked to Song Qinghan's side, he was surprised to find that he had fallen asleep.

I don't know what he dreamed about, but he clenched his fists in his sleep, as if he was about to fight someone.

Wu Dahu hilariously tied all the tools behind his waist, stretched out his arms to pick up Song Qinghan, and walked home.

Someone came out after lunch to ventilate, and after seeing the appearance of the two, they started whispering again.

"Did you see? Now Dumb doesn't even care about propriety, righteousness and shame, and hugs him in broad daylight!"

"I don't think Dahu can be blamed for this. It must have been seduced by his female man. Didn't you see that female man closed his eyes? Probably pretending to be dizzy!"

"Let me tell you, after the two of them went back, they went directly to the bed if they didn't know what to say!"

"No way, that female is still pregnant!"

"Tsk tsk, are you ignorant? Who said it's okay to be pregnant? It doesn't matter after three months!"

"..."

Wu Dahu has good hearing, these words were blown into his ears by the wind, he frowned and looked in the direction of those gossiping people, and found that those people turned out to be the same people who accused his female father back then, his lips could not help but purse a straight line.

If this continues, he may consider moving out.

just now...

He looked down at Song Qinghan, a tenderness flashed in his eyes.

My little husband can't stand the bumps.

After returning to the room, Wu Dahu carefully placed Song Qinghan on the bed. Seeing that he showed no sign of waking up, he paused before turning around, stared at his soft pink lips for a moment, then suddenly lowered his head, and looked at him on the bed. Gently drop a kiss.

This kiss like a touch of water quickly ended, Wu Dahu raised his head, his usually calm face showed a bit of blush, seeing that Song Qinghan seemed to be waking up, he hurried out of the room.