A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

The farmer probably realized that his tone was a little too gloating, cleared his throat, and glanced hesitantly at the ingots on the table. Seeing that Luo Haiyun waved his hand indifferently, he happily grabbed the ingots and put them on the table while walking towards the backyard. Gritting his teeth, his eyes were full of satisfaction.

Seeing that Song Qinghan was deep in thought, Luo Haiyun thought that he really took the farmer's words to heart, and hurriedly persuaded him: "If it is a man-made disaster, it makes sense, after all, according to what he said, the people in Qingyin Village have offended people. Don’t worry about the surrounding villagers, but if it’s a natural disaster, I don’t believe it, how can the gods be so powerful, whoever doesn’t like it will directly send a disaster.”

"If this is the case, wouldn't it be considered as a 'god's sin'? But if this is the case, it is impossible for you to cure them, unless you are the reincarnation of Avalokitesvara, haha!"

Seeing that he was the only one laughing among the three, embarrassment flashed across Luo Haiyun's eyes, he coughed dryly, and was about to speak to ease the atmosphere, when he heard Song Qinghan say: "After we got off the carriage, we haven't heard the cock crowing, is it?" ?"

Yuan Wenxuan thought for a while, then nodded decisively: "Master, that's right."

Song Qinghan nodded clearly, as if he understood something, turned his head to look at the serious Yuan Wenxuan, and said calmly: "Master has already guessed the approximate reason, and you can verify the conjecture in your heart in a while. Are you going to Come with me, or split up with Doctor Luo, and see if you can find out the answer yourself?"

Yuan Wenxuan almost blurted out "go with the master", after thinking about it, he is the "chief surgeon" today, so of course he can't show his timidity, so he said decisively: "Let me and Doctor Luo investigate again!"

Luo Haiyun's smile was a little stiff. In fact, he really wanted to verify the "conjecture" with Song Qinghan, instead of continuing to search for the reason bitterly.

But Song Qinghan ignored his expression very resolutely, and said in a deep voice: "Okay, I hope you don't let me down, you can think of the general direction before dark, if not, I will directly inform the villagers of the treatment method."

Yuan Wenxuan nodded seriously, with firm eyes.

After separating from the two of them, Song Qinghan went straight to Old Chen Tou's house at the end of the village.

In fact, old Chen said that he was not old, otherwise he would not have had the urge not to farm, but to raise chickens.

It's just that his current appearance is very old. If Song Qinghan didn't know that he was only a few years older than himself, he would probably think that he was an old man in his 70s or [-]s.

When he saw Song Qinghan, surprise flashed in Old Chen's eyes, he struggled to get up and said, "Doctor, have you found a cure?"

Song Qinghan waved his hand to signal him not to move. After looking around, he frowned and asked, "Where did your chicken go?"

These words seemed to hit old Chen's heartache, he sighed quietly, and said slowly: "Before I got sick, they were almost dead, if not, I would have sold them all , take the money to find the best doctor."

Song Qinghan had expected such a result a long time ago, so he asked directly: "Are other people similar to you? First the chicken died, and then there was an accident."

Old Chen nodded. Seeing that Song Qinghan was holding on to this question, he seemed to realize something, and said in shock: "Doctor, do you mean that someone poisoned us? I know that people outside are very jealous of our raised children." Chicken, it’s easy to get money quickly, although the voice is a little louder, but every time they come back to make trouble, we will give them a little money for drinks, it’s not too bad for them, I didn’t expect them to, actually..."

His voice suddenly became choked up, Song Qinghan frowned upon hearing it.

"I didn't mean that. What I meant was that your disease was transmitted to you by your chickens."

Old Chen was stunned for a moment, and after realizing what Song Qinghan meant, his eyes suddenly became strange, he scratched his head and said: "Doctor, this chicken is a chicken, and people are people, how can a chicken's disease be passed on to people? You, do you want to think about other possibilities?"

Song Qinghan didn't explain much, because there is no sophisticated instrument here, and he can analyze one, two, three, four to convince them, so he said decisively: "Where is your chicken? Where is it locked now?"

Seeing Song Qinghan change the subject, Old Chen's face became even weirder. He raised his finger and pointed behind him, and said slowly: "They're all locked there. I've already baked the dead ones. I'll deal with the alive ones when I get well."

Still "dried", Song Qinghan was almost laughed at by this sentence, and said coldly: "You don't even know what disease they have, and you still have the guts to bake them into jerky, aren't you afraid you will die if you eat them? Or Said, anyway, this jerky is sold to others, so you can’t die?”

Old Chen's dark face turned red, and he looked like a sauced eggplant. Although there was a flash of hesitation in his eyes, he still pouted and denied, "Why would I do that kind of thing? I made it for myself Yes, it tastes good! See if I'm not dead yet?"

Song Qinghan laughed coldly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and said calmly: "Yeah, I'm not dead yet, maybe in a few days, it will just turn into ashes together with the 'delicious' chicken, and it will be over."

Seeing Song Qinghan's rude words, Old Chen angrily patted the bed, and said angrily: "I respect you as a doctor so I give in everywhere, but you cursed me in front of my face! You go! I don't want you to treat me! Go!"

Song Qinghan raised his eyebrows, and actually walked away, just looking in his direction, it was old Chen's backyard.

After seeing the countless chicken jerky hanging in the backyard, Song Qinghan didn't know how to feel, especially, the live chicken was pecking at the bottom of the chicken jerky.

After looking at the condition of the live chickens, he made up his mind and closed the door without waiting any longer.

After verifying the thoughts in his heart, he walked under the big tree at the head of the village, sat down cross-legged, and closed his eyes to think about the solution.

Bird flu is not easy to cure, because antibiotics are needed, and here, there are definitely no antibiotics.

Chinese medicine can be tried, but how to operate it, he can't think of anything here. He still has to wait for Luo Haiyun and the others to come out before discussing a regulation.

He waited until the clouds in the sky were dyed red, and then Yuan Wenxuan and Luo Haiyun came out.

Yuan Wenxuan looked fine, but Luo Haiyun seemed exhausted and out of breath, as if he had run a long marathon.

When seeing Song Qinghan, Yuan Wenxuan's eyes flashed with excitement, but his tone of speech remained calm.

"Master, we have found out the reason. Before the villagers got sick, their domestic chickens got sick or even died. , although there are reasons for being away for a long time, none of their homes have chickens, so we speculate that the illnesses of the villagers are caused by those chickens."

Song Qinghan nodded, and said softly: "Continue."

Yuan Wenxuan was stunned, with a tangle on his face, and racked his brains: "Although it sounds impossible, this disease should be transmitted to humans by chickens. As for what the disease is, I discussed it with Dr. Luo There is no relevant record in the ancient books, I am afraid this is the first case."

Seeing that Song Qinghan was still staring at him after he finished speaking, Yuan Wenxuan touched the back of his head and said in a low voice, "Master, what did I say wrong?"

Song Qinghan shook his head, and said calmly: "You are right, but you are a doctor, not a yamen servant. After the investigation, there is no follow-up?"

Yuan Wenxuan opened his mouth slightly, and looked at Luo Haiyun, as if he hadn't thought of this.

Luo Haiyun coughed lightly, and interjected: "We came here just after we found out the reason, and we wanted to discuss countermeasures with you before telling the villagers..."

Song Qinghan stood up, patted his clothes, and said bluntly: "Okay, I only have two countermeasures for the time being, one is to let the villagers burn all the chickens, whether they are dead chickens, live chickens or chickens that have been made into food , The second is to let the villagers continue to drink medicine, what do you think?"

After Yuan Wenxuan entered the state, his brain started to work quickly, and he frowned and said, "This medicine probably needs to be changed a few times, because their illness is not a real wind-cold, so naturally we can't simply give them the wind-cold medicine."

Seeing that he had made up his own mind, Song Qinghan finally nodded in satisfaction, waved his hand, and said decisively: "Then go and act, I will leave the rest to you!"

After finishing speaking, he walked straight into the carriage, as if he really planned to leave it alone.

Luo Haiyun looked at the back of Yuan Wenxuan trotting into Qingyin Village, sighed helplessly, and followed up resignedly.

In fact, the reason why they were able to come to this conclusion was ultimately due to Song Qinghan's questioning at noon.

After Song Qinghan asked those words, he had guesses, as long as he was not a fool, he could guess that his guesses were related to those words, so after thinking for a while to no avail, they focused on the question Song Qinghan asked. After thinking about it in a few words, it was finally possible to completely determine the cause of the illness of the villagers.

The sun was setting slowly, and the fire in Qingyin Village had not been lit up for a long time. Song Qinghan was not surprised when he saw Yuan Wenxuan and Luo Haiyun who looked frustrated. He patted his seat and said calmly: "Come again tomorrow." Well, it just gave you the time to go back and study the prescription."

Luo Haiyun was not very angry, but his face was still a little weird, and he asked curiously: "You knew that we couldn't persuade the villagers?"

Song Qinghan shrugged, and said amusedly: "Think about it yourself, if someone asked you to burn your food, would you not be willing?"

Luo Haiyun paused, not knowing what he thought of, and said decisively: "I don't want to!"

After saying this, he started to worry again, and frowned, "What should we do? Could it be that the emperor should give the order himself?"