A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

After Song Qinghan walked out of the tent, he didn't go anywhere else, and asked the way directly to find the location of the racecourse.

Besides humans, the most important creature in war is the horse.

Although there are not as many horses in Qingmu country as compared with the barbarians, there are enough backup sources, so there are people who are in charge of serving the horses in logistics, and they hang out with the horses all day long.

There are quite a few people in the racecourse. After all, there are hundreds of horses here. If there is only one person in charge, it may collapse in a short time.

Song Qinghan didn't rush forward to ask who would take care of Xiao Shitou, but stood there looking at it for a long time before finally locking his target on a middle-aged female man who walked unnaturally.

When the female man saw someone approaching him, he turned his head subconsciously, clenched his hands into fists, seemed a little nervous, and his Adam's apple rose and fell for a while.

It was the little stone who broke the tranquility, pointed at the horse under the man and said, "Sheep!"

As soon as his childish words came out, not to mention Song Qinghan, even the female man who looked extremely nervous relaxed and laughed softly.

Song Qinghan took advantage of the situation and said: "He only drank goat's milk at home, so he always called sheep when he saw any animals, which made you laugh."

The man didn't expect Song Qinghan to talk to him, but fortunately the atmosphere has relaxed, so he didn't look so nervous, nodded and said: "It's okay, kid, it's good to be able to speak fluently."

Song Qinghan glanced at his obviously receding right leg with downcast eyes, raised his eyebrows and said, "Kicked by a horse? Or?"

As soon as he said this, the man became nervous again, swallowed and said, "It's nothing, it's just that I've been standing for a long time, and I may be a little tired."

For his reaction, Song Qinghan was a little puzzled, half-jokingly said: "Then if you stand for a while, won't you even be unable to walk?"

Unexpectedly, after hearing his words, the man said in a fierce tone: "Nonsense! Nonsense! I, I'm fine! If you have nothing to do, go away! Go!"

Seeing his hands swinging in the air, and his face blushing slightly, Song Qinghan said in surprise: "I don't mean anything malicious, I just want to determine your cause of disease, so that I can cure it."

The reason why this man was chosen was because of his leg problem. If Song Qinghan cured him, he would take good care of Xiao Shitou in order to thank Song Qinghan.

Although this seemed a bit unscrupulous, if after he was cured, he made it clear that he did not want to take care of Xiao Shitou, Song Qinghan would not force it, he just wanted peace of mind.

This feeling is similar to the mentality of a patient giving a red envelope to a doctor. Even though he knows that the doctor will not accept it, the patient still has to do this action to ensure that he can receive relative preferential treatment.

The man paused after hearing Song Qinghan's words, as if he was digesting his words, after a while he hesitated and raised his head and said: "Are you a doctor?"

Song Qinghan thought for a while, nodded and said, "I'm half a doctor, I can still treat minor injuries and illnesses."

Seeing him confess, a struggling expression flashed across the man's face, he looked down at his right leg, and asked in a low voice, "Then what did you see? Can it be cured?"

Song Qinghan laughed, raised his eyebrows and said: "I'm just a half-hearted doctor, it's good enough to see that your legs have problems, how much do you expect me to see? Besides, even if you want to see, you have to open your pants Can I see it?"

The man's right leg shrank back uneasily. He raised his head and looked around. Seeing that no one was paying attention, he bent down slowly, lifted his trouser leg, and said softly, "When I was looking after the horses, I didn't Be careful to be kicked, it hasn't healed for several days..."

When Song Qinghan saw the black bruise, his eyes froze, he squatted down, stretched out his hand and pinched it.

Before he could see clearly, the man put down his trouser legs, coughed and said, "Someone is here, get up quickly, remember, I'm fine."

Song Qinghan just stood up when a voice with a bad tone came from behind.

"Su San! You're slacking off here again! If you're slacking off again, you'll be thrown to clean up the battlefield!"

The person called Su San bent down again and again, quickened the movements of his hands, and said flatteringly: "Just now this little brother came to ask something, so I just answered it, I am not lazy, I am not lazy."

The man walked around in front of Song Qinghan, and after seeing his face clearly, his eyes lit up, he touched his chin, thought of something, and suddenly said: "What are you here to ask, wouldn't it be more convenient to ask me?" ? I'm their team leader, and you're... from the Chamber Pot team?"

Song Qinghan caught a glimpse of the expression on Su San's face from the corner of his eye. Seeing his worried eyes, he knew that the so-called team leader must be easy to mess with, so he said coldly: "I've finished asking, don't bother your lord, I will take my leave first."

"Hey, don't worry, it's already here, why don't you take a good look at the scenery of the racecourse? If you want, I can also take you to ride a horse."

The man stretched out his hand to stop Song Qinghan. Although his attitude was enthusiastic, it was too oppressive for Song Qinghan.

He frowned, took a step back subconsciously, and said calmly: "No, thank you sir, I still have something to do."

Although he didn't know the rules of the racecourse, he also knew that the horses here could not be ridden casually. If he was tricked by that person, wouldn't he have left a trick in his hands?

Seeing that Song Qinghan didn't take soft things, the man rolled his eyes, his tone suddenly became severe, and he shouted: "You, a member of the chamber pot team, what are you doing sneaking up to the racecourse? Tell me! What is your purpose? What if If you can’t tell why, I’m going to take you to meet the adults above, let them make the decision!”

Song Qinghan laughed angrily, opened his hand, exposed the small stone in his arms, and said calmly: "Is it okay if I take my son out to have a shower? Adults can't stand boredom, but children can't stand boredom."

The man was at a loss for words, and seemed very displeased with Song Qinghan's soft and hard attitude, and said with a flick of his sleeves: "Go to another place to blow the wind! The racecourse is not a place where idlers can come in! Su San! If there is such a situation..."

He deliberately paused for a long time, Su San was swept away by his eyes, and quickly agreed: "This will not happen again, my lord."

Song Qinghan was so disgusted by the man's gaze that he didn't want to stay any longer, snorted coldly, and strode forward, but when he was about to go far, he suddenly stopped and said: "Mountains don't turn, water turns, water doesn't turn people. change!"

After saying that, he didn't care whether Su San could understand or not, and walked back to his tent directly.