A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

After seeing Song Qinghan, Shu Luo stepped forward and grabbed Song Qinghan's sleeve like seeing a long-lost relative, "Doctor Song! Help! I'm going to die!"

It was rare for Song Qinghan to see his frowning look. In his impression, he always had a playful and smiling face, so Song Qinghan thought that no matter what he encountered, he could flexibly resolve it.

Thinking of this, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Why didn't I see that you were going to die? Don't tell me that your internal organs were shattered by a man with high martial arts skills. Then you have to vomit blood at least twice before I can believe it."

Seeing that he was still joking at this time, Shu Luo was so anxious that she stomped her feet and said, "Really! It's a mistake to drink! Didn't I tell you about my family's ancestral dog skin plaster before? Do you believe in the curative effect of this thing?"

A hint of doubt flashed in Song Qinghan's eyes, as if he didn't know what it had to do with drinking, but he replied honestly: "Of course I don't believe it, different diseases have different treatments, how can it be cured with the same medicine?"

Shu Luo slapped her hands and said bitterly: "Yes! But someone believed it! And they used this as an excuse to push me out as a scapegoat!"

Song Qinghan suddenly understood what was going on. It was nothing more than Shu Luo drinking and talking big to others, but he was not expected to be recorded by someone with a heart, or the drink was a trap. Anyway, if Shu Luo couldn't come up with the so-called Dog skin plaster, his little life will probably be gone.

He thought for a moment, and said honestly: "But I have no skills in medicine. If you ask me to dispense medicine, you might as well do it yourself."

If Yuan Wenxuan was here, he might agree to Xia Shuluo's request. After all, Yuan Wenxuan has always learned both Chinese and Western medicine, and his attainments are good. On the contrary, as his master, he is almost ignorant of Chinese medicine.

Shu Luo was made very irritable by Song Qinghan's refusal. He directly took his hand and walked out, whispering: "Doctor Song, please save me! Even people in the auction house can be saved. Save one Wouldn't it be easy for someone with a broken leg and a broken hand?"

Song Qinghan was a little dumbfounded, are the people in the auction house so scary?Is it even more difficult to save than a person with a broken leg and a broken hand?Isn't it a monster? !

However, Shu Luo's words reassured him. For him, a broken leg and a hand are indeed better than hand pain and foot pain. As long as it can be solved with a scalpel, it is not a problem.

The two entered the military doctor's place unimpeded. Although the guard in the afternoon recognized Song Qinghan, he didn't say anything when he saw the intimate posture between Shu Luo and him. After all, there are not too many doctors here. , but there were only a few people who came in and out. As the guards, they had already recognized those few people.

Probably because the night became colder, the smell of blood in the air became lighter, but Song Qinghan's nerves were still tense.

He needs to quickly clear the distracting thoughts in his mind, so that he can enter the state conveniently during the operation.

Shu Luo opened one of the tents, raised his chin, motioned Song Qinghan to look at the frowning man on the ground, and said in a low voice, "That's the man, he seems to have a great status, so the people above must press me He was cured, but his hands and feet were broken, how can he be cured so easily..."

In the middle of his speech, he was worried that Song Qinghan would mistakenly think that he dug a hole on purpose to make Song Qinghan jump, so he quickly added: "But if it is Doctor Song, it can definitely be cured..."

Seeing that Song Qinghan didn't even look at him, and squatted directly in front of that person, he touched his head embarrassingly, and quickly cleared out the sundries beside him, found a small stool and put it behind Song Qinghan.

Song Qinghan still didn't notice Shu Luo's movements, because all his mind was on the man in front of him.

Nothing, just because this person is the general who helped bring the small stone in the morning.

But at this moment, his face was pale, his lips were blue, and his beard and hair were wet from the cold sweat from the pain, almost making Song Qinghan unable to recognize him.

Song Qinghan carefully looked at his arms and legs, and saw that although they were carefully bandaged, there was still blood oozing out, so he couldn't help but asked, "Didn't the medicine be applied?"

Shu Luo scratched her head in embarrassment, and muttered softly: "The medicine is not enough, and the supplement has not arrived, so..."

Song Qinghan pursed his lips, didn't say anything, took out the ointment made by Yuan Wenxuan at home from his own baggage, and slowly loosened the man's gauze. Seeing the blood overflowing, his eyes froze.

In fact, what Shu Luo said before about the broken hands and legs was not accurate, because his hands and feet were not broken at all, at least from a biological point of view, they had not been completely broken, but only part of the tissue had been cut. Te and hamstrings are still attached to it.

Calculating the time, it should be less than four hours now. Song Qinghan gritted his teeth and decided to take a risk. He turned to Shu Luo and said, "Light more candles, the brighter the place is, the better!"

Shu Luo readily agreed, after all, although there is no medicine here, there are still plenty of candles.

After Shu Luo left, Song Qinghan quickly sterilized the scalpel, carefully looked at the section of the man's wound, and thought about the way to cut it.

If you want to connect a broken hand and broken leg, the principle is the same, at least one artery, two veins and one nerve must be connected.

Shu Luo's nerves are still intact, and one vein is still functioning, so only one artery and one vein need to be connected.

However, this is easier said than done, and there are no sophisticated instruments and equipment here, and Song Qinghan's eyes do not have the ability to magnify, so to make this operation successful, three parts depend on technology and seven parts depend on destiny.

While Shu Luo was lighting the lamp, Song Qinghan cleaned up the man's minced flesh, leaving only the intact hand tissue, took out the needle and thread, and slowly sewed it up.

Shu Luo didn't know how many candles Song Qinghan wanted, so as long as he didn't speak, he kept bending over to put the candles. It was Song Qinghan who noticed the change in temperature and stopped his movement with a deep voice.

If the temperature continues to rise, it will reach a temperature suitable for the growth of bacterial colonies, which is not conducive to the recovery of the wound.

After lighting the candles, Shu Luo had nothing else to do. Seeing that Song Qinghan wasn't sitting on the bench, she just sat on it by herself, cupped her face in her hands, and watched Song Qinghan's movements curiously.

Do you dare to believe that this is how he treated the people in the auction house that day?

These weird knives... he came up with it himself?

Shu Luo subconsciously glanced at Song Qinghan, only to feel that his face exuded an inexplicable light, reminiscent of the legendary Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva.

Song Qinghan didn't know that Shu Luo had such a high opinion of him in his heart, because his nerves were already stretched to the extreme, if someone made a bigger movement at this time, I'm afraid the string in his mind would be broken immediately , as for the consequences... no one wants to know.