A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Song Qinghan glanced at Mu Qingfeng, as if trying to organize his words.

Announcing the patient's condition personally, no matter in modern times or in ancient times, is not an easy task.

Even if Mu Qingfeng's heart is strong enough, he is only a person made of flesh and blood.

"The disease you have is the possibility of uremia, which accounts for the largest proportion of all speculations."

He tried his best to describe this fact in more precise language, although he knew that Mu Qingfeng might not understand it.

But although Mu Qingfeng couldn't fully understand what he said, he could still hear the three words "uremia".

"You mean, my urine is poisonous?"

Mu Qingfeng's expression became even uglier, he didn't know if he couldn't accept Song Qinghan's words, or he couldn't accept this fact.

Song Qinghan shook his head, pondered for a while how to accurately describe the disease to him, and finally said: "You can understand that because your kidney has failed, the organs related to it have also had different reactions. , These reactions combined are called uremia."

This explanation is not difficult to understand, so Mu Qingfeng nodded quickly, and asked in a deep voice: "Then how do you cure it?"

Hearing this expected question, Song Qinghan sighed quietly in his heart, and remained silent for a long time, until Mu Qingfeng's eyes showed impatience, before saying: "There is no way to cure this disease."

Mu Qingfeng's hand on the armrest tightened, his tone suddenly became cold, and he said coldly, "What did you say? Do you know what will happen if you say that?"

Song Qinghan's face remained unchanged, and he said calmly: "I know, if I'm useless, you will definitely kill me immediately, but even so, I still maintain my opinion, it's just... As far as you are concerned, it is still useful."

However, Mu Qingfeng seemed to have erected an invisible barrier between him and Song Qinghan. After hearing Song Qinghan's words, he sneered and said, "Since I can't be cured, what else do you have besides supporting me?" use?"

Unexpectedly, Song Qinghan didn't answer his question immediately, but raised his head and glanced around the hall, as if he was visiting a friend's house, and said slowly: "It took so much thought to construct such a powerful structure. In a kingdom, there must be many things you want to do, right?"

Mu Qingfeng paused, and after a long silence, he said, "So what? After Hui Yiyao, everything will be empty in a blink of an eye."

Song Qinghan shook his head, and said seriously: "As long as it exists, it will leave traces, otherwise there will be no history. Even after a thousand years, those heroic figures are still alive, aren't they? ?”

His words seemed to touch a certain point deep in Mu Qingfeng's heart, and the atmosphere eased for a while.

After a while, Mu Qingfeng spoke again: "No doctor thinks that I can survive this summer."

Summer is coming in three months, what can be done in three months?No wonder the people in the auction house spared no expense and took out "heavy treasures" like triplets to gain a glimmer of hope.

But in other words, after knowing that he only has three months to live, Mu Qingfeng can still maintain such a normal heart, which can be said to be very rare.

These thoughts flashed through Song Qinghan's mind, and he said seriously: "And I, if there is no accident, can make you live for at least three more years."

He didn't expand his words, because if the cake painting is too big, it will not be attractive to those who are eager for cakes, and it will appear too illusory.

However, the word "three years" had enough impact on Mu Qingfeng, and his slightly dilated pupils were enough to show the unrest in his heart.

"Three years? Are you sure? Is it the three years of a normal person? Or the three years of immortality?"

If you only let him hang his breath, it is still alive, but what's the point of living like that?For such a high-minded person like him, it is better to die than to live without making any achievements.

Song Qinghan thought for a moment, then said cautiously: "Apart from the two or three hours of treatment during the day, everything is normal during the rest of the day."

From Song Qinghan's answer, Mu Qingfeng can deduce that he seems to have to receive treatment every day in the future. Although this answer is a big blow to him, when he thinks about it, he can see the end of the three months After three years, he was somewhat excited.

"When are you going to start treatment?"

Although Mu Qingfeng tried his best to restrain the emotions in his words, Song Qinghan still heard a hint of excitement from it.

It's just...he thought about it, and said hesitantly: "I need at least three days to prepare things and conduct experiments."

Three days are nothing compared to three years, but they are very precious compared to three months.

But Mu Qingfeng thought very clearly that his only hope now is this thin and frail female man in front of him, so he said without expression: "Okay, keep the triplets with me. After three days, someone will pick them up." you."

Song Qinghan didn't doubt the other party's ability to find his residence at all, but since he stepped on this "thief ship", his fear and worry were meaningless, so he said happily: "Okay, then I'll go back first, It's too late for my family to worry."

Mu Qingfeng nodded, looking at him walking out slowly, it seemed like he had taken a reassurance, and he felt a sense of steadfastness.

Over the years, Song Qinghan was the only one who broke the rule of "Pay with one hand and deliver with the other".

Song Qinghan didn't think he was anything special. He was suffering from a headache now. After all, uremia was not like those surgical diseases before, which could be cured by simply waving a knife.

If one had to calculate carefully, his chance of success was only about [-]%.

But even if it's only 100%, you still have to try, otherwise the chance of his death is [-]%.

When he wandered around and found his way back home, it was already dark. Hualien had already cooked the dishes. As soon as he came back, he hurried into the kitchen and started heating up the dishes.

Fortunately, Wu Dahu came back later than him, and the two entered the door almost one after the other, so Wu Dahu didn't notice anything wrong, even if he saw two more people at the dinner table, he just pretended not to see it, because he knew, Song Qinghan will explain to him sooner or later.

Sure enough, after dinner, Song Qinghan took Wu Dahu to eat in the courtyard, and told him everything that happened today from beginning to end as he walked.

When Wu Dahu heard the part about the mixed race, he still had no expression on his face. When he heard the part about Song Qinghan accidentally breaking into the auction house, his whole body tensed up, his face was stern, and his lips were pursed into a straight line.

Thinking of Song Qinghan staying in such a dangerous place alone for so long, he seemed to feel that he had done something wrong, and a tinge of guilt surged in his heart.

Why doesn't he have telepathy?If it's like Song Qinghan's before... no!The two times Song Qinghan sensed before, he only felt it when the other party was about to die. He didn't want to have such a feeling, because he hoped that Song Qinghan would never fall into such a situation.

When Song Qinghan was halfway through speaking, he noticed that Wu Dahu's mood was not right, as if guessing what he was thinking, he stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, and said with a light smile: "I went the wrong way myself, you There's nothing to feel guilty about, if you do this again, you'll get me used to being unreasonable."