A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Song Qinghan and Wu Dahu looked at each other, as if they didn't know what to say.

I don't know if the dynasty member has come here to see it, but judging from his excited look, he can probably guess that the answer is no.

If he knew that he got such a shop, the excitement of winning the bet would be greatly reduced.

After all, winning or losing is uncertain. The other party seems to have lost a shop, but in fact they have lost a piece of hot potato. If you think about it, even this bet may have been deliberately set up by the other party.

The two pondered for a while, and Wu Dahu took the initiative to say: "In this case, let's try it first?"

Song Qinghan gave a "hmm", looked at Hualien and said, "You have heard what you said just now. Due to the impact of the previous business, others may not dare to eat what you cook. Even so, are you willing to try it?"

Hua Lian looked a little hesitant, and said hesitantly: "If you keep losing money..."

"You don't need to worry about this. There is no reason to lose money all the time. It's just that opening a store at the beginning will definitely be a bit more difficult. It depends on whether you can accept this kind of hardship."

Song Qinghan interrupted him and asked him to accept another way of thinking.

Sure enough, after hearing that opening a store would not make you lose money, but would make you work hard, Hualien nodded with absolute certainty: "Xiao Nu is willing! Xiao Nu can endure hardships. As long as I can make money, I can do whatever I want!"

After finishing speaking, he raised his head and glanced at the spacious shop, clenched his fists and said, "From today on, I will live here. I get up early every day and go to bed last. I will definitely help the master and the young master make money as soon as possible!"

Song Qinghan laughed dumbly, shook his head and said: "How can I do that? After such a toss, your body will not be able to bear it in two days. When the time comes, maybe the business just picks up and you have to go back to recuperate. Wouldn't it be worth the candle?"

Hearing what he said, Hua Lian nodded hesitantly, and said obediently: "Okay, the slave must take care of his body, so as not to delay the business in the shop."

Before the shop opened, he just said shop on the left and shop on the right. Song Qinghan was amused and helpless, patted him on the shoulder, rolled up his sleeves and said, "Then let's clean up the shop first. After that, find an auspicious day to open!"

The three of them worked together, and quickly cleaned up the shop. Song Qinghan even found a lot of unknown powder from the corner, not sure if it was something like "Ecstasy powder" that the grandpa said.

When they stopped to rest, it was almost noon. After lunch, Song Qinghan thought about the patient who had stomach cancer, and took Yuan Wenxuan to Huichun Hall together, planning to see his current condition.

I don't know if it was because he knew that he was saved, but the patient's mood seemed to be much more open, and he even ate some porridge, and his retching reaction was much less.

Seeing this, Song Qinghan felt even more confident.

In many cases, the decisive factor of surgery is not the doctor's skills, but the patient's thinking, especially cancer, a difficult problem that modern medicine has not completely overcome.

In the past, I often heard that some people relapsed after undergoing surgery, and some people miraculously cured their cancer by maintaining a happy mood without surgery. Therefore, I have to say that a good mood is indeed a good medicine for curing diseases.

"The person who came to kick the gym is you?"

When Song Qinghan was about to leave, a man in white came in from the door, looking at Song Qinghan with a strange look in his eyes.

Song Qinghan frowned, didn't like the feeling of being stared at by people, and said coldly: "First, I didn't kick the hall, and second, I don't know you, please make room for this son, I want to go back with my apprentice gone."

"Young doctor, precocious apprentice, who is it but you? It's just... I didn't expect it to be you."

The expression on the man's face was still elegant, but what he said seemed a bit out of line, making Song Qinghan confused.

What is "not who you are"?Then since it was him, why did he still say "It turned out to be you"?

Song Qinghan gave the man a strange look, seeing his picturesque eyebrows, red lips and white teeth, and how handsome he was, he shook his head regretfully.

If it wasn't too impolite to say it directly, he would have to say "How can you be a fool at such a young age".

As soon as the man moved, just when Song Qinghan thought he was going to get out of the way, he suddenly said: "Why don't we make a bet?"

Song Qinghan laughed dumbfounded, looked at him inexplicably and said, "Why should I bet with you?"

"Hmm..." The man paused, and after thinking for a while, he suddenly smiled, and said confidently: "One of the conditions you put forward is that you have a doctor who is highly skilled and obedient to help you?" ? If you win, I will fight for you, if not, then in reverse, you will fight for me, how about it?"

Song Qinghan was a little speechless, wondering what had happened to him recently, did he offend the God of Gamblers?How could someone come to bet with him, or use him to bet?

His tone was not very good, and he sneered, "Even if you are really good at medicine and obedient, it doesn't mean that I will choose you. Besides, even if I really choose, you have no room to refuse, so why should I make such a fuss with you?" Bet on this condition?"

The man smiled, with a spring-like expression, and said indifferently: "Since you are also a doctor, you naturally know that there is no doctor who is not a little arrogant. No matter who you choose, he will complain about you behind your back. If you only complain That's fine, but what if they don't cooperate with you? What's worse, if you use some tricks to prevent him from calling him back and forth when you're saving someone, you'll be the one who suffers!"

"What I said just now didn't lie to you. It's true that you have superb medical skills, and it's true that you're obedient, but I want to bet you that it's also true."

Song Qinghan understands what he said, and has thought about this issue before. After all, it is one thing to get someone under his command, but another to let him do things willingly.

He thought about it carefully, glanced at the man's expression, then calmed down and said, "What do you want to bet with me?"

The reason why he didn't agree or reject it was naturally to see if there was any room for buffering. After all, if he made a bet on identifying medicinal materials, he would lose even if he didn't have to bet.

As if he could see through his thoughts, the man chuckled and said, "I heard that someone cured the smallpox epidemic in Moshang a while ago, so let's bet on how the smallpox was cured. How about it? Whose answer is closest to the truth?" ,Who wins."

"By the way, as for the judges, for the sake of fairness, let the villagers act as judges. It won't take long to influence us to go to the desert."

As soon as he said these words, the expressions of Song Qinghan and Yuan Wenxuan became strange.

It was none other than Song Qinghan who cured smallpox, so this bet...they are sure to win? !

Seeing that Song Qinghan didn't speak, the man thought he was afraid, and comforted him in a gentle voice: "Don't worry, I only found out about this recently, there is absolutely no need to inquire in advance, if you are still not at ease, just Go out and ask about the relevant situation, and when we come back, we will write down our respective answers together."

Song Qinghan let out an "uh", shook his head and said, "That's not necessary, but if you can't use it, I have a chance to change at any time, is that okay?"

The man froze for a moment, as if he didn't expect someone to say that he was "not easy to use". There was a strange flash in his eyes, but he nodded decisively and said with a good temper: "Okay, you can change it if you want. What I personally made with you does not affect the bet between you and Elder Xian."

Hearing what he said, Song Qinghan thought for a while, and continued to add: "Besides these rules, is there anything else you want to add? For example, under what circumstances, the answer is not counted?"

Seeing Song Qinghan's sudden change from aloof to mother-in-law, although the person's eyes flashed with disappointment, he still kept a smile and said calmly: "No, as long as you write down the pen, the answer will count. The outcome will be decided by the villagers."

Song Qinghan thought for a while, and saw that he had already started to write, but in the end he still didn't say his reminder.

Anyway, he said that there are no other rules, so even if he is the one who cured smallpox, it should have no effect on the outcome of this bet. After all, it is one thing for him to cure the disease, but it is another time to write the steps by hand. thing.

After a stick of incense passed, Song Qinghan wrote down his pen, tapped the ink on the rice paper, and said honestly: "It's done."

The man was still frowning and thinking, thinking that Song Qinghan couldn't figure it out, so he wrote a few words and gave up. He casually glanced at him, and when he saw that the rice paper was full of handwriting, There was a pause in my heart, and a look of surprise flashed in my eyes.

Fortunately, he soon realized that something was wrong with his current behavior, and quickly turned his head back. Otherwise, seeing that the steps written by Song Qinghan were accurate to every movement, he would definitely be scared and his thoughts would break.

Song Qinghan sat on the side leisurely. After drinking a cup of warm tea, seeing the man finally put down his pen, he nodded and said, "I'll see you when the results come out. I still have something to do, so I'll take my leave first."

Seeing Song Qinghan leave in a hurry, the man asked his servants to pack the rice paper for the two of them and handed it to the coachman, telling him to go to Moshang quickly and ask for a result.

The coachman didn't think much, took the things and left, but the servant who stayed beside the man couldn't help but said: "My lord, don't you need to mark the two answers? What if the villagers are not sensible... "

The man's face darkened, he glanced at the servant lightly, and said coldly: "Are you so worried that I will lose? Or are you worried that I can't afford to lose?"

The servant trembled when he saw him, and hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to speak.