A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Qingyin Village sounds like a peaceful and harmonious village.

At the entrance of the village, there is a big tree whose diameter can only be measured when surrounded by ten people. The crown of the tree is like a group of green clouds in mid-air, quietly guarding this lovely small village.

Song Qinghan got out of the car, his eyes suddenly turned cold, he reached out to take the bag from Yuan Wenxuan, and said in a low voice, "It's already started."

Yuan Wenxuan, who had gone through this process countless times in his mind, was still nervous after all. After taking a few deep breaths, he nodded and said, "Okay, let's go in."

Luo Haiyun was infected by the serious attitude of the master and apprentice, and silently followed behind them, looking at the surrounding environment while walking.

They went straight into the nearest yard, where a cold coffin was parked in the middle of the yard, and as the weather was getting hotter, the putrid smell could be faintly emitted from inside.

Yuan Wenxuan paused, realizing that this person must have died from the wind and cold, looked up, and walked towards the sobbing villagers in the house.

"Uncle, we are the doctors of Huichuntang, can you extend your hand and let me diagnose and treat you?"

The man whose crying was interrupted wiped his face, and scanned the three of Yuan Wenxuan with his swollen eyes. Seeing that they were all young people, he stretched out his hand in cooperation, but he sighed and said softly: "Has Huichun Hall become so snobbish now? Because we can't afford money, we don't even send over powerful doctors. Alas, that's all. It's not about you, you have encountered too many things recently, and your mind is confused. ..."

Yuan Wenxuan was not affected by his dejected words, frowned, and took his pulse seriously.

Seeing Song Qinghan's attitude of completely letting go, Luo Haiyun thought for a while, stepped forward, and began to ask about the person's condition.

"Brother, do you remember who got sick first? When did you get sick? Is there anyone in the village who didn't get sick?"

The reason why I asked the last question was inspired by the smallpox incident. Who knows if the few healthy people will be needed to cure these people?

The man pondered for a while, then slowly replied: "First, it should be the sickness of Lao Chen's hair at the end of the village, then his son, then the school, and finally the whole village. There are people who don't get sick. , but very few, and basically they didn’t dare to come back, and went to seek refuge everywhere.”

"As for me, I got sick late. If I hadn't heard about this and rushed back from outside, I'm afraid I might not have gotten sick, oh..."

Luo Haiyun nodded thoughtfully, and continued to ask: "May I ask, are the people parked outside caused by the wind and cold this time?"

The man turned his eyes to the door, and when he saw the coffin, his eyes turned red, and he almost burst into tears again.

Fortunately, he knew there was an outsider present, so he didn't lose his composure, and said quietly: "Yes, that's my father, he got sick earlier than me, if I didn't worry about him, I wouldn't rush back, but I didn't expect After all, it was too late, when I came back, he couldn't even speak, he could only look at me helplessly, as if he wanted to tell me to leave quickly, but how could I leave him who is seriously ill and live alone?"

"After serving him well for a few days, he finally couldn't hold it anymore. He went there this morning, so I lost my composure when you came in. I'm laughing at you."

What he said was understated, but the meaning in it was heavy. Yuan Wenxuan didn't know if he thought of himself and Yuan Boshu. The pulse that comes out is no different from ordinary wind and cold."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head to Luo Haiyun, and said respectfully: "I also ask Doctor Luo for advice, I'm afraid the conclusion I came to alone may not be accurate."

Luo Haiyun nodded, sat down directly, and secretly praised him in his heart.

Be down-to-earth, nothing more than that!

It's just that it is obvious that Luo Haiyun's conclusion is exactly the same as that of Yuan Wenxuan, so after Luo Haiyun got up, he couldn't help but look at Song Qinghan, as if he wanted to ask for his opinion.

Song Qinghan didn't speak, just looked at Yuan Wenxuan, as if he was waiting for him to speak.

Seeing that the three adults around him turned their eyes on him at some point, Yuan Wenxuan was still somewhat nervous. After coughing lightly, he said slowly: "The conclusion drawn by a case is not accurate, let's continue to look down. Bar."

After speaking, he cupped his fists at the patient and walked away.

Yuan Wenxuan's attitude is not only serious, but also a little too serious. He even read it all from the beginning to the end of the village, and consulted every sick person. After such a round, the sun is already high. Hanging up, a thin layer of sweat broke out from their bodies, and they didn't know whether they were too hot or too nervous.

After seeing the last person, Yuan Wenxuan looked a little embarrassed, and said with a reddish face: "The symptoms of the people in the village are similar, and it is indeed just a common cold symptom, but if they are not lying, take medicine on time, pay attention If you keep warm, it means that there is another reason for the illness, but we haven't discovered it yet."

Song Qinghan nodded, seeing that his lips were chapped, he finally showed his first smile after coming here, shook his head and said: "Let's find a place to eat first, even if you don't eat, you still have to drink water, you are here to see a doctor , not to get sick."

After hearing Song Qinghan's words, not only Yuan Wenxuan relaxed, but Luo Haiyun also relaxed his shoulders.

The three of them found a small village next to them, gave money to the farmers, and helped prepare the meals, then ate directly.

Because they came in a hurry, the farmers didn't prepare any meat at home. They just cut a few pieces of winter-baked bacon, fried them with sauerkraut, and served them with some fresh wild vegetables.

However, in the eyes of the farmers, some simple dishes were enough for the three of them.

After Luo Haiyun finished three bowls of rice, he said with emotion: "I'm used to eating delicacies from mountains and seas, but I found that simple tea and light rice are the best."

Song Qinghan didn't speak, Yuan Wenxuan said in a low voice: "If you eat simple food every day, you will think the other way."

Luo Haiyun was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing, nodded and said, "That's true."

I don't know if he was stimulated by Yuan Wenxuan's words, he took out a few taels of silver from his pocket again, called the farmer, handed over the money, and boasted: "The food is cooked with care, if we don't find any results today Come, I guess I will come to you again in the next few days, you can prepare first."

No one loves money. After seeing the silver, the farmer's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly took it and said with a smile, "Thank you, sir. What are the nobles here to investigate? Maybe I can help a little?"

This matter is not a secret, so Luo Haiyun turned his gaze to the direction of Qingyin Village, and sighed: "Of course it is the illness of Qingyin Village, it is obviously a common cold, but it has never been cured, and even died , It's really weird, I'm afraid I won't be able to find anything in a while."

After hearing his words, the farmer's face became weird. After looking around, he bent down and said in a low voice, "There is a sentence that I don't know whether I should say it or not."

Luo Haiyun wondered, "Tell me about it."

There was a flash of hesitation in the farmers' eyes, but they still made up their minds and said: "Qingyin Village, this is offending the gods! So the gods punished them, and they suffered!"

Luo Haiyun laughed, shook his head, and said firmly: "Where did the gods come to send punishments? If the gods have the time to send punishments, why don't they have the time to help the people realize their wishes? Or do those displaced people deserve it?"

When he said this, the farmer's face suddenly became embarrassed, as if he didn't expect his hot face to be attached to his cold ass.

Just when the farmer was about to leave, Song Qinghan suddenly spoke and asked calmly, "What else do you know? What did they do that caused the gods to punish them."

The farmer's footsteps paused, and he glanced at Song Qinghan quietly. Seeing that he was a female man, he hesitated for a while, not knowing whether to listen to him or Luo Haiyun.

Although Luo Haiyun was stunned when Song Qinghan spoke, but when he noticed the hesitation of the farmer, he said decisively: "Tell me! If you speak well, there will be a reward!"

As he spoke, he directly took out a large piece of ingot from his pocket, and put it on the table with a "snap", which made the farmer's eyes straight.

This is money "obtained in a proper way", so the face of the farmer suddenly became serious, and he pondered for a moment, as if he was sorting out his thoughts.

"About a year ago, someone in Qingyin Village had a whim and started to raise a large number of pheasants. He didn't even plant the fields. The whole family devoted himself to those chirping chickens. Later, it simply developed to the point where everyone in the village They stopped farming and raised chickens exclusively. You know, their fields are all the best and fattest, and if they are just left there, do you think the gods will be angry?"

Yuan Wenxuan was the first to speak, asking what Song Qinghan also wanted to ask.

"But when we went there, we found that their fields were still planted, and they could be harvested after a while."

The farmer waved his hand, as if letting go, and said disdainfully: "That's because they saw that it was profitable later, so all the tenants went out, but this good land has been abandoned for so long, and if they want to return to the previous appearance, they can't do it. Difficult!"

Song Qinghan nodded, his expression remained calm, and he asked calmly, "Is there any more?"

Seeing that they didn't look excited at all, the enthusiasm in their hearts seemed to be quenched by cold water, and they said wearily: "No, if you talk about other things, when they raised chickens before, the crowing of those chickens was like It's like a ghost, one after another, it can be spread from their village to the village on the other side. We have raised our opinions many times, but they have not responded at all."

"Probably since then, we have known that they will have problems sooner or later. No, God will start to deal with them before people deal with them."