A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

This is the first time that Song Qinghan has done this kind of extraction experiment in front of Yuan Wenxuan, so from the moment he started to move, Yuan Wenxuan maintained a state of not daring to show his breath until he started to speak, and then quietly let go. Take a breath.

The steps just now are complex but not complicated, but it is not so easy to memorize one without landing. Besides, Yuan Wenxuan is very clear that there is no room for error in this kind of thing, even if it is only a step slower, it may causing the experiment to fail.

Seeing that Yuan Wenxuan didn't have any questions to ask, Song Qinghan didn't say anything else. After wiping off his sweat with a clean towel, he turned his head to look at the little pig who didn't know anything, knowing that now is the "dinner meal" ".

Seeing Song Qinghan's serious expression, Yuan Wenxuan also pursed his lips unconsciously, and raised his heart to his throat.

The master and apprentice exhausted all their strength to fix the pig on the table. They didn't know if the pig had anticipated what was going to happen next, and let out a heart-piercing cry. With a strong heart, he couldn't help being shouted and his heart trembled.

But as soon as he thought that this was to save someone, he took three deep breaths and calmed down.

The structure of a pig is naturally different from that of a human, but Song Qinghan has learned it before, so it is not difficult for him to find out where to strike.

It's just that no matter how thin a pig is, there is much more subcutaneous fat than a human, so Song Qinghan couldn't help but tighten his brows when he felt the resistance from his subordinates.

Surgery also pays attention to "quick, precise and ruthless". Once it is slow, the feel will be completely different.

Fortunately, Song Qinghan's psychological quality is strong enough. Seeing the muscles under his hands tightened, he stroked down vigorously without a moment's pause. After arriving at the destination, he inserted the reed pole he had prepared long ago.

But the more troublesome thing is that this pig does not have uremia, and the circulation in the body is normal, so the dialysate is useless.

Seeing that the dialysate remained motionless and the pig under him screamed more and more violently, Song Qinghan finally had a headache.

He didn't want to do it in one step, he just wanted to see what the chance of success of this operation is, but at present, the success rate seems to be lower than he imagined.

After struggling to no avail, the poor pig finally stopped screaming half an hour later and turned into a pile of good ingredients.

Song Qinghan silently took back the reed pole, observed carefully for a moment, and summed up the reasons for the failure in his heart.

Yuan Wenxuan sighed softly. Although he was a little disappointed, he had to say that the heart he had been holding was finally let go. He didn't know whether it was relief from the pig, or relief from the fact that he no longer had to listen to the pig's cry. .

He thought for a while, and couldn't help sighing: "It would be great if the pig could not feel the pain, but even if it is knocked out, I'm afraid it will wake up in the middle of the pain, right?"

Song Qinghan was reminded, he clapped his fists, and suddenly said: "I'll go out, you clean up, and the pig will be handed over to Hualien, and we will have a whole pig feast tonight."

After speaking, he rushed directly to the street, but after walking for a long time, he couldn't find the location of the auction house. In the end, a strange person came over and asked him if he was going to the auction house, and finally led him on the right path .

By this time, if Song Qinghan still didn't know that this person was sent by Mu Qingfeng to follow him, then he would be a fool, but he didn't say anything, after all, he was extending a helping hand to him anyway, and It didn't disturb his life either.

After arriving at the auction house, he didn't go to Mu Qingfeng as the man thought, but directly went to the person in charge of the auction last time, and asked, "Have you seen Poppy?"

That person seemed to already know about the matter between Song Qinghan and Mu Qingfeng, so he treated him kindly, but when he heard the word "poppy", he couldn't help frowning and looked at him calmly. After glancing at Song Qinghan, he said slowly: "Of course I've seen it before. After all, we run an auction house. The weirder things are, the more we know about them. It's just..."

"That's good, can you get me some?"

After getting an affirmative answer, Song Qinghan directly raised his own request, because his current time could not bear to be wasted, so he naturally had something to say.

The man paused, with a flash of hesitation in his eyes, and it took a while before he said earnestly: "Since you are a doctor, you naturally know the horror of that thing. Whether you use it for yourself or for someone else, I don't care. I suggest that you better give up this idea..."

Seeing his misunderstanding, Song Qinghan said directly: "I know how terrible that thing is, because I have been addicted to it before, so you don't have to worry, even if I use it for others, it will not exceed the dose."

When Song Qinghan said that he had been addicted before, a look of surprise flashed in that person's eyes, and he said hesitantly: "The addiction to that thing is not something that ordinary people can quit..."

Seeing Song Qinghan frowning slightly, he added: "Of course, I'm not questioning you, I'm just stating the facts I know."

Song Qinghan frowned not because of his words, but because he simply remembered the torment of those days.

"Well, that's right, most people really can't quit, but I'm a member of the second class."

He smiled and said a cold joke that is often used in modern times. Seeing the puzzled look on the man's face, the smile in his eyes deepened, and he said calmly: "Don't worry, I'm here to treat the illness of Master Mu, you just help me Look for it, if you find it, let him send it to my house, if I'm not here, just tell my family that Lord Mu gave it to me."

After he finished speaking, he thought about it, and simply told that person all the other things he needed, especially explaining that there is no need to worry, quality is more important than speed.

After the man knew that these things were prepared for Mu Qingfeng, his face suddenly changed. After he wrote it down seriously, he frowned and thought about it, as if he was wondering where to get the weird things Song Qinghan asked for. weird stuff.

Seeing that there was nothing else to do, Song Qinghan asked the man to take him back home, planning the next experiment with high spirits.

While dealing with the dead pig just now, Hua Lian looked at Song Qinghan with worried eyes. Seeing that he did not plan to conduct the experiment immediately, she relaxed her shoulders and finally let go of the big stone in her heart.

If he kills two pigs a day, even if it can be made into bacon for preservation, he can't do it alone...

When it was time for dinner at night, Wu Dahu brought back good news, that is, after spending a whole day, he finally found an item that roughly met Song Qinghan's requirements.