A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Before Song Qinghan could speak, he opened his mouth first.

"They are used to calling me Lord Mu, you can call me Mu Qingfeng, or you can call me like them, it's up to you."

Mu Qingfeng's voice didn't sound very pleasant, not only because of his illness, but also because his voice was already hoarse, which made it difficult to listen to.

Song Qinghan nodded, and after pondering for a moment, he said slowly: "Master Mu, can you wait to see the real face?"

Unexpectedly, after listening to Song Qinghan's words, Mu Qingfeng didn't say yes or no, he just said: "How did Doctor Song know that I had a kidney problem? I have already sent someone to verify the smallpox matter. The doctor's name is so great, but...the auction house doesn't seem to have sent an invitation to Doctor Song."

Song Qinghan, who wanted to make a quick decision, felt his heart tighten after hearing Mu Qingfeng's words. He knew that if he couldn't answer this question well, let alone help him heal his illness, he might just finish the game.

Moreover, the other party was able to know that he was "Doctor Song" in such a short period of time, and the intelligence network behind it was extraordinary.

He thought for a while, and said truthfully: "Before I bid, I asked the man in black what kind of medicine he needed, and he replied that it was the waist. If it was the waist, it could be the spine or the kidney, but If there is a problem with the spine, even Tiancaidibao can’t cure it, I think you all know this, so since there is still hope, it is probably the kidney.”

"As for the invitation...to tell the truth, I just arrived here for the first time, accidentally lost my way and entered this place by mistake. Seeing that there was no danger of my life, I just went with it."

When Song Qinghan said this, his tone was neither humble nor overbearing, and he seemed to be speaking eloquently, presumably he expected that the other party would not embarrass him after hearing the answer.

If you don't have this bit of tolerance, then it's really a waste of the title of "Guangzhu".

Sure enough, after Mu Qingfeng finished listening, he turned around suddenly, raised his chin slightly, motioned Song Qinghan to sit down next to him, picked up a cup of hot tea, and said slowly in the dense white mist: "Although Doctor Song is good at Going here is against the rules, but given Doctor Song's sincerity, it's not impossible to break this rule."

After speaking, he took a sip of his tea lightly, his expression looking relaxed and calm.

Song Qinghan naturally caught the point of what he said, stood up abruptly, walked up to Mu Qingfeng, stretched out his hand and said, "I'm not good at words, can I act directly?"

Mu Qingfeng paused with the hand holding the teacup, as if he didn't expect Song Qinghan to be so straightforward, but he quickly recovered his calm, put the teacup on the table, smoothed his wrist, and said indifferently: "Please."

However, what made him even more unexpected was that Song Qinghan completely ignored his hand on the table, and directly touched him with his hand.

Fortunately, he has always been happy and angry, so he didn't show too much surprise, but when he noticed that Song Qinghan was touching his body regularly, he still relaxed his shoulders unconsciously, and said softly: " Do you know that you just passed the King of Hades?"

Song Qinghan actually realized that his behavior was a bit inappropriate when he touched Mu Qingfeng's body, but the arrow was on the line, if he suddenly withdrew his hand, he would appear guilty, so he could only act as if he didn't know anything , according to their original plan carefully touched up.

It's bad that there is no equipment, but fortunately, organic lesions will show physical changes to some extent, so he can roughly judge some things he wants to know from "touching".

Although Mu Qingfeng's body looks weak, it's actually not bad. His muscles are in good shape, and he can tell from the touch that he has been exercising for many years.

But because of his illness, some parts of him still had obvious edema, and his face was unbelievably pale.

Seeing that he frowned slightly when he was pressing his stomach, and then returned to normal immediately, Song Qinghan frowned and said calmly: "I want to judge your body's current condition through your reaction, so don't Deliberately suppress the sensations in your body."

Mu Qingfeng probably had never been "taught" so "gently" by others, so his expression was a little unnatural, and he frowned and said, "Stomach is uncomfortable."

This answer did not exceed Song Qinghan's expectations. He thought for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "Nause, vomiting, can't eat?"

Mu Qingfeng seemed to have quickly adapted to Song Qinghan's diagnosis and treatment methods, and said calmly: "Well, it was like this at the beginning, so those quack doctors gave me a lot of medicine to cure the stomach, and I didn't expect that the more I took it, the worse my health would be."

When Song Qinghan was thinking, he added as if unintentionally: "They all died later."

Song Qinghan's heart tightened, his face darkened, and he said calmly: "It's not a wise choice to tell me this news now, because I will probably have a backlash before I die."

Mu Qingfeng frowned, and said coldly, "Are you threatening me?"

The atmosphere between the two dropped below freezing in an instant, and the shadow of death enveloped Song Qinghan unknowingly, but he seemed not to feel it, and said calmly: "I just want you to know how I felt just now .”

As soon as he said this, Mu Qingfeng was silent for a long time.

After noticing that the pressure on his body dropped suddenly, Song Qinghan knew that he had passed this level, so he withdrew his hand from Mu Qingfeng's body, squeezed his chin and said, "Open your mouth."

Song Qinghan clearly felt that Mu Qingfeng's body froze when he approached him, but he knew that the other party's adaptability was very strong, so he didn't make any extra moves, just waited quietly.

After a while, Mu Qingfeng seemed to have finally adjusted to the distance between him and Song Qinghan, and slowly opened his mouth, revealing the inside of his mouth that almost no one had seen before.

This action was somewhat embarrassing to Mu Qingfeng, so he even looked away, looked at a point in the void, and cleared his mind so that he would not be overwhelmed by this emotion.

Song Qinghan frowned for a while, then calmly said: "Don't hold your breath, breathe normally."

After smelling the unpleasant smell, Song Qinghan raised his head calmly and let go of his hands. Seeing Mu Qingfeng's ugly face, he said calmly, "How long have you been doing this?"

His question brought Mu Qingfeng out of that unnatural state, without even thinking about it, he said directly: "It's been a year."

Song Qinghan nodded, although there was nothing on his face, but his heart sank.

A year doesn't sound like a long time, but for Mu Qingfeng's disease, it is enough to cause serious consequences.

Seeing that Song Qinghan was silent, Mu Qingfeng asked calmly: "Have you finished reading? Then it's time to show your sincerity."