A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Seeing that he was still worried about causing trouble, Song Qinghan smiled and shook his head.

You're the one who should worry about him causing trouble, right?Although he still doesn't know Jiayi very well, he can roughly guess that his purpose of coming to logistics is not simple just by looking at it with the naked eye.

For such a person who stands on the high and flatters the low, and is used to bullying the weak, it is only a matter of time before something happens.

But what did it matter to him?As long as the matter didn't mess with him, he would just turn a blind eye and pretend he didn't see it.

The two of them had nothing to do in the afternoon, and after dinner they went to report and prepare for the area change.

During the assignment, Jiayi purposely enclosed Wu Dahu's tent in his own area, seeing that Song Qinghan didn't notice anything, a flash of pride flashed in his eyes.

He knows that Song Qinghan's appearance is more outstanding than him, so even if he knows that Song Qinghan is a married man with a child, he has to be careful, otherwise if there is an accident, Song Qinghan is taken by that adult Well, then he has no place to cry.

Song Qinghan really didn't know where Wu Dahu's tent was, so naturally he couldn't tell the difference between the area Jiayi marked out now and the area he had drawn out before, and he didn't necessarily have to enter Wu Dahu's tent , as long as you are close, it is not bad to catch a glimpse of him, at least you can know whether he is safe or not.

After solving the matter here, Song Qinghan thought for a while, tied the still sleeping little stone to his body, and walked towards the military doctor.

Before reaching the position, Song Qinghan frowned at the bloody smell coming towards him.

Little Shitou seemed to have smelled this smell too, shrugged his little nose, slowly opened his eyelids, and unconsciously rubbed against Song Qinghan's arms.

"Father, stinky..."

His little milk voice attracted the attention of others. When he saw Xiao Shitou's innocent and cute appearance, that person's frown slightly relaxed, but his gaze towards Song Qinghan was still stern, and he said in a bad tone: " What are you doing here with your child? Don’t you know that there is a rescue tent in front of you?”

Song Qinghan paused, stuffed the small stone into his bosom to keep the smell out, frowned and said, "Are there a lot of people injured? I heard from people in Yueban City that serious ones will be sent back, right? Why is there such a strong smell of blood?"

The man sneered, as if to express disdain for Song Qinghan's ignorance, and said coldly: "How can I send everyone back? Besides..."

He paused, looked around calmly, then turned his gaze back to Song Qinghan, and said in a low voice: "What if someone uses the injury as a deserter?"

A flash of surprise flashed in Song Qinghan's eyes, and he said in disbelief: "Just because you don't want others to take advantage of this loophole, so you abandon those injured people?"

When he saw Song Qinghan's shocked appearance, the man felt a sense of being looked down upon for some reason, and he waved his hands impatiently and said, "What do you know? It's all the orders from the adults above, we little ones Just do it, I've said enough, you leave quickly, or don't blame the team leader I told you!"

Seeing his stern look, Song Qinghan calmed down, and moved his gaze forward again, but no matter how he looked, he couldn't see what was inside clearly. Presumably, the people above wanted to use the rule of not letting the injured go back. Shock the soldiers, but don't want them to be chilled by too bloody pictures.

Thinking of this, he resolutely turned around and went back, planning to come back another day. Firstly, he had to place the small stone properly, and secondly, he had to find a reliable person to take him in, otherwise he didn't believe that he could come in and out there at will.

It's just this reliable person... who should I turn to?

He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't pay attention to the road ahead. When he was walking around a corner, he accidentally bumped into someone. When he lowered his head to apologize, he subconsciously glanced at the person, frowned, and suddenly felt a sense of familiarity.

After hearing Song Qinghan's apology, the man still looked dissatisfied. He rubbed his chest and said, "Do you walk without eyes? If it breaks my arms and legs, those poor soldiers What should I do... Hey, it's you?"

Because Song Qinghan didn't know whether this familiar feeling was good or bad, he planned to continue walking after he apologized, but he didn't expect that his arm was grabbed by someone before he took a few steps.

He turned his head and saw the man staring at him with wide eyes. He finally remembered where he had met him, and subconsciously said, "Rat?"

Shu Luo let go of her hand, clapped her hands and said, "Hey! I didn't expect you to remember my name! It's such a good memory. Don't tell me, I thought you were dead... Cough cough, I didn't expect to be here I met you again. By the way, what are you here for? Don’t tell me that you are avoiding the pursuit of the auction house, right?”

Seeing that he was still gossiping with winking eyebrows, Song Qinghan looked around, walked to the corner and said: "That matter has been resolved long ago. I came here because my husband is here."

"solved?!"

Shocked, Shu Luo looked Song Qinghan up and down, and said in a low voice, "Wouldn't you think you're really a famous doctor?"

Although Song Qinghan didn't tell him what the specific offer was at the time, but now, he can basically guess it. It was nothing more than Song Qinghan personally cured the man with the waist problem.

Regarding the identity of that person, he will not ask anything. After all, it is a very taboo thing for Song Qinghan and the auction house, but he can take care of Song Qinghan's identity. Take a look.

Seeing him looking at him excitedly, Song Qinghan coughed lightly, and changed the subject: "Why are you here too? I didn't seem to see you in the logistics before."

When Shu Luo heard this question, her eyebrows drooped, looking pitiful.

"My lady doesn't have enough hands, and I need to run a little farther because of some things, so I came here. You don't know, there is a lot of blood in there. I haven't slept well since I came here, and I have nightmares every day!"

Song Qinghan's heart skipped a beat, as if he didn't expect that just as he wanted to "doze off", someone handed him a "pillow".

He pondered for a while, then said softly: "Can you take me in?"

Shu Luo was stunned, opened his mouth and was about to ask why, suddenly a look of enlightenment appeared on his face, he clapped his hands and said: "You want to go in and display your medical skills, don't you? This is really great, let's go now ..."

Song Qinghan showed Xiao Shitou's face helplessly, and said in a low voice, "I have to settle my son down first. Adults can bear the smell, but it doesn't mean children can bear it."