A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Fortunately, God seems to be on Song Qinghan's side. When he infused the whole bowl of blood into the patient, Luo Haiyun's eyes flashed with surprise, and he said slowly: "His pulse tends to be stable. If I didn't expect If he was wrong, he was rescued."

Upon hearing these words, Song Qinghan seemed to be a family member who had finally waited for the results of a relative's surgery, his body softened, and he fell directly to the ground.

Seeing that the operation was finally over, Yuan Wenxuan did not rush to pack his things. Instead, after helping Song Qinghan up, he helped him re-treat the wound, and then he cleaned up the mess in the room bit by bit.

The room was filled with the smell of blood, Yuan Haiyun slowly straightened up, looked at the patient with a peaceful face, his eyes stayed on the wound on his stomach for a while.

Then, he walked to the table where Yuan Wenxuan placed the items, and carefully looked at the surgical knives and other items, as well as the excess gastric diseased tissue that had been put aside.

"It's a miracle..."

He murmured, turned his head and glanced at Song Qinghan who was resting with his eyes closed, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

Just when he was about to say something, there was a sudden knock on the door, followed by the shopkeeper's cautious voice.

"I heard screams from inside just now, but what's wrong with that patient? Mr. Xian came in person to see if he can help him out for a few more days."

Luo Haiyun glanced at Song Qinghan, but it was Yuan Wenxuan who spoke.

"Doctor Luo, please open the door. My master is exhausted. Now I need to rest for a while. I can't greet them."

Luo Haiyun nodded, opened the door, and when he met Mr. Xian's face, he nodded slightly without saluting.

Elder Xian didn't seem to have any grudges about this, but his eyes were a little puzzled, and he frowned and asked, "Why do you have time to show up here? Why is there a bloody smell here? But the patient started vomiting blood?"

When he stepped into the room, when he saw the open wound on the patient's stomach, he turned pale with fright, pointed at it, and said in a trembling voice, "What, what happened?"

He looked a little distraught, as if he was going to argue with Song Qinghan, but fortunately, Luo Haiyun stopped him in time, took the initiative to lead him to the bedside, put the patient's hand into his, and said softly: "What the hell is going on?" How, you can see it at a glance.”

For some reason, the bad-tempered Mr. Xian was somewhat tolerant of Luo Haiyun. After hearing what he said, he closed his eyes and felt the patient's pulse carefully without reasoning.

"Ok?"

He opened his eyes suddenly, with a puzzled expression on his face.

Luo Haiyun smiled lightly, with a proud expression, and said slowly: "His illness has been cured by Doctor Song."

As soon as these words came out, not only Mr. Xian was stunned, but even the shopkeeper showed a shocked expression.

"So fast?!"

Mr. Xian put down the patient's hand and didn't check it further, because if it's good, it's good, if it's not good, it's not good, and this kind of thing can't be faked, not to mention that it was Luo Haiyun who said this, there's no need for him to help Song Qinghan deceive himself.

"Did you see it just now? How did he do it?"

After Elder Xian stood up, he couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart after all, and asked.

Luo Haiyun glanced at Yuan Wenxuan, saw him nodding, and then explained: "Doctor Song opened the patient's stomach, cut a piece inside, and then sewed it up with needles and threads, and transfused his own blood into his stomach." Inside the body, you're done."

Before Mr. Xian had time to lament that Luo Haiyun would look at a child, he was completely absorbed by his words.

"Impossible! Such things are simply unheard of!"

Seeing Mr. Xian's resolute denial, Luo Haiyun didn't explain much, but just smiled lightly: "By the way, it was Dr. Song who cured the smallpox epidemic in Moshang."

After hearing this sentence, the expression on Elder Xian's face could no longer be described as shock. He pointed at Song Qinghan with a trembling finger, and lost his voice, "It turned out to be him?!"

The shopkeeper also looked shocked, looking at Song Qinghan in disbelief, and quietly pinched himself with his hand. After realizing that everything was not a dream, the emotions in his eyes became more complicated.

He should have guessed it a long time ago, the people who can be introduced by Luo Miracle Doctor, can they be idlers?If Song Qinghan's request wasn't so strange, he wouldn't have thought about it too much. If he had known this, he should have agreed at that time. Fortunately, it's not too late now, otherwise they would have missed a new miracle doctor!

Hearing the buzzing sound in his ears, Song Qinghan gradually regained consciousness, opened his eyelids, and when he saw Mr. Xian and the shopkeeper, he swayed and stood up, clasped his fists and said, "Fortunately, I have cured his illness." In addition, I have also chosen the doctor I should choose, so let him be."

Elder Xian looked at Luo Haiyun along his fingers, and said with a strange expression: "Him? That's good, but..."

"No but, let's make it so. I will cooperate with Dr. Song and strive to save more patients!"

Luo Haiyun directly interrupted Mr. Xian, and obediently stood beside Song Qinghan, as if he was his only follower.

Seeing this, Mr. Xian and the shopkeeper looked at each other and didn't say much, but before leaving, the shopkeeper smiled and said to Song Qinghan: "From today onwards, you are the guest of Huichun Hall, and the previous words are valid, what do you need? Just tell me, that wooden sign is your status symbol, I will explain it right away, seeing the sign in the future is equal to seeing you."

Song Qinghan was not used to his politeness, he nodded hesitantly, watched the two leave, and said to Luo Haiyun: "The cooperation between you and me is not bad today, I hope it will be like this in the future, I am too worn out Big, I need to go back and rest for a while, and I will leave the follow-up adjustments to you, I believe that you must be better than me in this regard."

Luo Haiyun was not humble, he nodded in response, looked at Song Qinghan's back, rolled his eyes, and left with his hands behind his back.

In fact, he had an idea in his mind, that is, Song Qinghan didn't know anything about feeling the pulse and taking medicine. He was just good at disembowelling people, but this was not a big deal, after all, many people could do it. But to disembowel people, probably only Song Qinghan can do it in this world. There may be another Yuan Wenxuan in the future, but judging by Yuan Wenxuan's current appearance, this may be far away in the future.

After Song Qinghan had lunch and went back to his room to sleep for an afternoon, he finally felt refreshed again.

The reason why he worked so hard this time was not only because of the excessive consumption of his mind during the operation, but also because of his big bowl of blood.

Even now, he still can't be sure whether he has type O blood, so this method can't be used casually in the future. This time, he just tried it because there was no other way, but he didn't expect it to be successful.

Three days passed in a blink of an eye, and the auspicious day in the calendar had arrived, and the shop where Song Qinghan helped Hualien finally opened.

Compared with the exquisite decoration of other shops, their shop looks a bit shabby, with only a few large pots and a row of shelves for eating.

Under Song Qinghan's suggestion, on the first day of their store's opening, a free tasting policy was implemented. Anyone who is willing to come and try it will be free of charge, but one person cannot eat more than one bowl of the same kind of food, so the scene is still It is within the controllable range.

It's just probably influenced by the previous shop, even if someone is willing to try it, they can't help but ask suspiciously: "It's delicious, but why is the taste so strange, won't your family's ecstasy be added to it?" Scatter or something?"

This kind of inquiry is still kind, what's more, they directly decided to designate them as "shops with added ingredients", and loudly prevented more people from coming over, preaching that as long as people who eat their food, their bodies will definitely be healthy. There are problems like this.

Hua Lian was so angry that he rolled up his sleeves and was about to go up to fight them, but it was Song Qinghan who called him down, narrowed his eyes, confessed something in a low voice, and then walked out through the back door silently.

After those people had finished their troubles, they finally left contentedly when they saw that the shop in Hualien was deserted.

What they didn't know was that behind them, Song Qinghan followed slowly with his arms folded, with a bunch of powder stuff stuffed into his arms.

Song Qinghan walked for a while, and saw that those people walked into a shop as he expected, sneered, walked over, sprinkled the powder in his arms to the sky, and saw the panicked faces of those people. At that time, he said calmly: "This is what we add to the food. You should try it carefully and see if it will cause harm to the body!"

The white powder fluttered and fell on the food in the shop. Although it melted in an instant without a trace, anyone with eyes could know what happened just now. For a moment, looking at the food His eyes became strange.

Those people recognized Song Qinghan, their expressions changed, and they pointed at him and said, "What are you doing? Come on! Find the Yamen quickly! He poisoned people!"

Song Qinghan calmly said: "Are you sure you want to find Ya Nei? If this thing is found to be not poisonous, you will be accused of defamation, um... that's fine, then go find it." !"

If he stopped the people in the shop from looking for it, they might have to look for it, but when he said so ambiguously, the people in the shop immediately hesitated, looked around, and looked like they didn't know what to do.

Seeing this, Song Qinghan chuckled lightly, picked up something to eat, put it in his mouth, and raised his eyebrows while chewing: "The taste is not bad. After adding the seasoning from my shop, the taste will be even better. If you need it Long-term cooperation with us, the price is negotiable.”

After Song Qinghan made such a fuss, the customers at the door almost left, and the people in the shop were less worried. They stretched out their hands to imitate Song Qinghan's appearance, and each squeezed a little food into their mouths. After tasting the taste, , his face became weird.

"Is this thing really non-poisonous? Isn't it something like ecstasy powder?"