A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Song Qinghan froze for a moment, nodded and said, "I heard clearly, who do you want me to treat?"

He thought for a while, and added: "My medical skills are not very good, so I may not be able to tell what disease he has."

Displeasure flashed across Mr. Xian's eyes, but he still beckoned and asked someone to carry out an unconscious person and put him on the hospital bed.

Song Qinghan rolled up his sleeves, stepped forward and rolled the man's eyelids, and pressed down along the top of his head. He paused when he reached his stomach, and then continued to press without changing his face. The person's whole body, after thinking for a while, stepped aside, and said to Yuan Wenxuan, "You take the pulse."

Yuan Wenxuan's practical experience in surgery is not too much, but it is not too little in terms of pulse detection. After all, when he was in Huichuntang in the state capital, he was able to completely replace the sitting doctor and take the initiative to help people consult.

The shopkeeper had his hands intertwined, and was amused to watch from the sidelines, but when he saw Mr. Xian's sweeping eyes, he hurriedly stood with his hands down, showing a serious expression.

In fact, it’s not because he found it funny, it’s because Song Qinghan’s behavior was so weird, he didn’t even feel his pulse, and he groped the man’s whole body. The patient is a male and female, so it’s reasonable, If it were a man, it would be somewhat undesirable.

What's more, it's fine if he doesn't do it himself, but he even asks his apprentice to do it. This is to show that his medical skills are so superb that he doesn't even need to do it?

Yuan Wenxuan didn't seem to be disturbed by the surrounding environment at all. After spending half a stick of incense, he put his hands down, tidied up his things, turned his head, and said to Song Qinghan seriously: "Master, his pulse is heavy, it should be stomach caused by heat."

After hearing Yuan Wenxuan's words, Mr. Xian raised his eyelids, and an inexplicable emotion flashed in his eyes, which seemed to be admiration, but it seemed to be a pity.

Song Qinghan nodded, and said calmly: "There is a lump in his stomach, but there is no food accumulated in his intestines, so it can be seen that the lump is caused by a lesion in the stomach, not by eating."

"Preliminary judgment, there is a tendency to gastric cancer."

Yuan Wenxuan was startled, and his face was revealed, he said in surprise, "Cancer? Isn't that an incurable disease?"

Song Qinghan sighed, shook his head and said, "It's not fatal, it's just that the conditions here are insufficient, and it's difficult to cure it."

As soon as he said this, before Mr. Xian said anything, the shopkeeper laughed first, with a hint of pride in his tone, and said affirmatively: "My little brother, although there are all kinds of medical centers in the capital, but if you talk about conditions, I will return to the spring hall." If you say number two, no one dares to say number one, so if Huichun Tang can't cure him, then he has nowhere to go."

When the shopkeeper was talking, the man just woke up, retched, and said weakly: "Please, please help me, I haven't eaten normally for a long time, even if I die, let me be a dead ghost Bar......"

After finishing speaking, he tilted his head and began to vomit on the ground, but no matter how much he vomited, he could only vomit yellow bile. It was clear that what he just said was not a lie, and he had indeed not eaten for a long time.

When Yuan Wenxuan saw this, a look of unbearableness flashed in his eyes, he pulled the corner of Song Qinghan's clothes, and asked in a low voice: "Master, can you really try it?"

He didn't know why, but subconsciously felt that his master must have a solution, even the legendary "cancer", even in the knowledge provided by Song Qinghan, was one of the difficult diseases.

Hearing what they said, Mr. Xian raised his eyelids, and said in a deep voice, "How is it? Can you save him? As long as you can save him, I will personally lead you master and apprentice. You don't need to do anything, what do you want to learn? Whatever you want to learn, all the secrets of Huichuntang are open to you."

It was such a routine again, Song Qinghan frowned and did not speak.

He didn't mind being underestimated, but the act of hastily handing over the patient to a stranger, and even putting the right of life and death in the hands of the other party, really made him feel uncomfortable.

Although it is said that "a dead horse treats a living horse as a doctor", it is a bit too trifling with the patient's life.

Seeing that Song Qinghan didn't speak, the shopkeeper didn't speak either. Anyway, he didn't believe that Song Qinghan could cure this man, so he didn't have to worry about whether what Mr. Xian said was too much.

After a while, when Elder Xian thought that Song Qinghan couldn't speak, he suddenly said: "I can try, but if I cure him, Huichuntang will provide me with a suitable doctor, this doctor Not only must you have excellent medical skills, but you must also be obedient.”

He finally figured it out. He would learn nothing from others by himself. He might as well take the initiative to ask people for medical consultations and see how to combine traditional Chinese and Western medicine to make it more effective.

After hearing his words, Elder Xian was stunned for a moment, then laughed, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said decisively: "Yes, as long as you can cure this person, you can choose any doctor in the Rejuvenation Hall!"

He didn't care what Song Qinghan asked the doctor to do, but the shopkeeper had to. He asked with a wry smile: "What does this little brother want my doctor from Huichuntang to do? He can't help you dry the medicinal materials, feel the pulse, etc. Right? And how long will it take to start, if you don't make it clear now, in case... I can't give you a doctor for nothing!"

Seeing that he included the possibility of winning after he was thinking about things, Song Qinghan smiled lightly and said with certainty: "It won't be for nothing, he still belongs to your Huichun Hall, and he will only be with me when I need it." Go to the doctor for a consultation, if the duration is one year."

One year was long or short, the shopkeeper hesitated for a while, and seeing Mr. Xian's impatient expression, worried that he would say something unreliable, he quickly agreed: "Okay, then it's decided like this I'll explain it to them then."

Elder Xian didn't seem to care, he turned around and left the door saying "I'll leave it to you".

The shopkeeper didn't stay any longer, he only left a servant, and left with Mr. Xian.

Seeing this, the patient with stomach cancer looked at Song Qinghan pitifully, and said weakly: "Doctor, can I really be saved? The doctors in Huichun Hall have read it for me, and no one said that I can still be saved." .”

Song Qinghan didn't like to speak too harshly, but he also didn't want to hurt the patient's heart, so he said: "As long as you cooperate with me in the treatment, there is a great possibility of healing."

After hearing his words, the patient's eyes lit up, as if he had heard some holy music, he bent his head happily and said respectfully: "Thank you doctor, I will definitely cooperate well, I will do whatever you ask me to do." , pointing east I will never go west, pointing I will never go north!"

He probably hadn't spoken so excitedly for a long time, and as soon as he finished speaking, he turned his head and continued to vomit.

Song Qinghan frowned, thought carefully for a moment, took Yuan Wenxuan out, and began to discuss the specific preparations for the operation.

When the shopkeeper passed by, he couldn't help shaking his head when he heard Song Qinghan asking Yuan Wenxuan for his opinion from time to time.

This master is too incompetent, I didn't understand it, but I asked my apprentice, who is whose apprentice?

Yuan Wenxuan didn't have any idea, he would answer whatever Song Qinghan asked, and when he saw that some of his opinions were adopted by Song Qinghan and others were not, he would ask why. One-sided teaching in the past is much more effective.

Because of the preliminary judgment, the inflammation in the patient's stomach was relatively serious, Song Qinghan decided to let him recuperate for a few days, and then start the operation after the inflammation subsides. , It’s just that there are no sophisticated measuring instruments here, and there are no blood packs and other things for backup, so if there is a little mistake during the operation, the patient will never get up again.

After the two discussed it, they made a preliminary plan, told the boy to take good care of the patient, and after cleaning up the inflammation of the stomach and intestines according to the method they gave, they walked towards the new yard with Wu Dahu.

As soon as they reached the door, they saw a familiar face, Song Qinghan's heart skipped a beat, and he frowned, "Wang Huailing?"

Obviously Wang Huailing also saw them, raised his eyebrows, and said in an inexplicable tone: "Why did you come here? Heh, I didn't expect to chase so far because of him, but it's a pity that he has already abandoned you for glory and wealth!"

When he said the last sentence, he had a feeling of gnashing his teeth, as if he was speaking to himself.

Song Qinghan was a little puzzled, but he roughly understood what he meant. He laughed dumbfounded, shook his head and said, "Are you talking about Lin Dafu? Why am I chasing him? I have a good life with Dahu, and I don't have the heart to go back to the old ones. Old account, if you still want to harm us, I am afraid it will not be so easy."

Even though he said that, he was still a little puzzled. Logically speaking, Wang Huailing didn't have such a big enmity with him, right?It was even scarier than a stalker to find them at the door as soon as they entered Beijing.

Before Wang Huailing could speak, the member of the dynasty jumped out from nowhere, looked at the people with surprise, and said, "You guys know each other? Oh, yes! You were from the same place before, right? That's good, I'm He is Huai Ling's cousin, and we are considered family with you!"

Before he finished speaking, Song Qinghan smiled, and said calmly: "I'm afraid you made a mistake. There is no good friendship between us and your cousin."

The member of the dynasty was stunned for a moment, carefully looked at the expressions on both sides, his face was serious, and he clasped his fists and said: "If my cousin has offended you in the past, I hope you two Haihan, I will discipline him well in the future, Huai Ling, go back If you copy the scriptures, less than a hundred copies will not come out!"

A look of dissatisfaction flashed across Wang Huailing's face, but he also knew that he had no right to resist now that he was under the fence, so he gave Song Qinghan a look, and left in displeasure.