A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

The village chief frowned tightly, and paused for a moment with his hand holding the torch, as if caught in a dilemma.

The reason why everyone was called here was to burn this half-breed boy to death as a warning to others. If he changed his mind now, wouldn't there be no reference for similar situations in the future?

This time I make an exception and break my tendons and tendons, next time I make an exception and poke my eyes, and the next time I make an exception and do nothing?

It's not that Grandpa Fang doesn't understand the village chief's entanglement, but he has no choice. If he doesn't choose to express his thoughts at this time, the village chief may never consider his suggestion carefully.

"As long as the village chief gives him a sigh of relief, I will guarantee the rest of the matter. Anyway, I, an old man, have nothing else to do now. I just need to take care of him every day. As long as I can live, he will live as long as possible. In those years, don't bother others."

After finishing speaking, he suddenly twitched the corners of his mouth, looked softly at the mixed-race boy, and said softly, "Boy, do you want to do this?"

The mixed-race kid didn't even have the strength to open his eyes, but he managed to open his mouth and made an "I do" mouth shape.

This time the village chief didn't even have the last excuse. After hesitating for a while, seeing everyone staring at him, he said in a deep voice, "Okay! Then do as you said, Grandpa Fang. Come, cut off his tendons, blind his eyes, and cut off his tongue!"

Song Qinghan's forehead twitched, and the village head Xindao was really merciless, saying that he would only save a breath for the mixed-race boy, but he really only left a breath for him. Let's cut off the ears.

Seeing a few people coming up from around, Mr. Fang quickly helped the mixed-race boy untie the rope. Knowing what would happen in a moment, Grandpa Fang couldn't help but sighed heavily, stepped back tremblingly, and quietly stretched out his sleeve to wipe the rope. tears.

As he got old, his heart softened. If he hadn't been responsible for taking care of the mixed-race children, he would have left early to stop watching this cruel scene.

Seeing the village chief mercilessly slashing the man's tendons with a knife, Song Qinghan couldn't hold back after all, and stopped loudly: "Wait! Have you prepared the wound medicine?"

The village chief was a little confused by Song Qinghan's question. He reached out his hand to wipe off the blood sprayed on his face by the mixed race, and subconsciously said, "What medicine?"

There was a cold light in Song Qinghan's eyes, he pushed aside the crowd, squatted down and looked at the half-race boy's wound, frowned and said: "You cut the knife at the wrong angle, you cut off his main artery, if you don't stop the bleeding in time, it won't take more than a quarter of an hour , he was about to bleed to death."

If Song Qinghan's tone was not too calm and his words were clear, the village chief might think that he was deliberately deceiving.

Seeing his ugly face, the village chief hesitated for a moment, looked around, and said loudly: "Doctor Le, come and help him stop the bleeding!"

The person known as Dr. Le said "Ouch" and said embarrassingly: "My family's hemostatic medicine just ran out, so I'm going to make it today..."

Song Qing coldly glanced at the village chief, saw him holding a knife, looked at a loss, and said calmly: "If you trust me, I can help him stop the bleeding, but I just want to take him away for a while. Blood comes back."

Hearing that Song Qinghan could stop the bleeding, the village chief originally wanted to agree, but when he saw that he was going to take the half-breed child away, he subconsciously denied it: "No! If something goes wrong, who will be responsible? Besides, he was going to die, bleeding to death and burning to death In comparison, it's still cheap for him!"

Grandpa Fang saw that the village chief wanted to repent, so he couldn't help but threw himself on the half-breed boy, pointed at his pale face, and said in a trembling voice: "What could be wrong with his current appearance? Can't I take responsibility? As long as he has a little Change, I will kill him myself! Let this doctor take him to stop the bleeding! It's a life anyway!"

Seeing that the condition of the mixed-race child is getting worse and worse, Song Qinghan's attitude has also become tougher, and he said coldly: "If you are worried, you can send someone to follow us. As for how to deal with him, I think we should deal with Princess Ning. More qualified to speak."

If it weren't for human life, he would not move He Ning out again, because he knew that these people only recognized power.

Sure enough, after hearing Princess Hening's name, the village chief's face obviously flashed with hesitation, glanced at the blood on the ground, and finally let go.

"Okay, big dog, second dog, go with them. Grandpa Fang is waiting in the village. You are too old to stand the bumps."

Grandpa Fang opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something else, but Song Qinghan had already said: "Don't worry, I will cure him."

After hearing Song Qinghan's words, Grandpa Fang relaxed his shoulders, as if he let go of a big stone in his heart, nodded slightly, and watched them go away.

Song Qinghan took out clean gauze from Yuan Wenxuan's carry-on bag, quickly wrapped up the mixed-race boy, and then ordered the so-called Big Dog and Ergou to lift him up and gently put him into the carriage.

Lu Sen has been silently following behind Song Qinghan, so Song Qinghan did not see the struggle in his eyes.

After returning to the road, Lu Sen suddenly said: "Young master, can I continue to follow you? After all, Tian hasn't bought it yet..."

Although Song Qinghan knew that Lu Sen didn't want to follow him because Tian hadn't bought it yet, he didn't expose Lu Sen, and nodded directly: "Yes, the reward will be calculated separately, don't refuse."

Seeing his unquestionable attitude, Lu Sen opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything, but when his eyes touched the half-breed child, he suddenly became melancholy.

Fortunately, in this village, Yueban City is not far away, so Song Qinghan took the mixed-race child out of the carriage and put it straight into their guest room.

After the big dog and the second dog scanned the courtyard of Song Qinghan's house, there was a hint of envy in their eyes, and their attitudes became more docile.

Even if the housing prices in Yueban City have dropped a lot due to the war, it is not something just anyone can do to own such a large yard in the city.

If it was said that before, they would think that Song Qinghan's move out of He Ning County Master was too exaggerated, but now they have no doubts about Song Qinghan's ability to speak in front of He Ning.

Song Qinghan's full attention is now on the mixed-race child, so he naturally failed to notice the changes in the two of them, but even if he did, he wouldn't think there was anything to laugh at, after all, people seek advantages and avoid disadvantages biology.

He asked Hualien to cook a bowl of ginseng soup, and he quickly took Yuan Wenxuan's sterilized surgical knife, slowly cut off the gauze that was about to stick to the wound, disinfected it with high alcohol, and painted Yuan Wenxuan on it After preparing the ointment, I took a clean gauze and wrapped it carefully.