A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

It is impossible to sew up the severed hand at once, so Song Qinghan sewed it apart, tossed and sewed it again, and finally determined the final position after tossing about three times, and restored the man's severed hand to its original shape with thin thread appearance.

Probably because the pain in the body came in waves one after another, which stimulated the man's paralyzed nerves. After the hand was connected, his eyelashes trembled and he slowly opened his eyes.

"Water, water..."

The eyes have just entered the light from the darkness, there is a buffer state, not to mention that the person lost too much blood, it is lucky that his front is not black, and it is enough to see a figure not far away from him.

Without waiting for Song Qinghan's order, Shu Luo trotted to get a pot of warm water, poured it into a cup, carefully lifted the man's upper body, and fed him half a bowl of water.

After replenishing the water, the man's eyes gradually focused. When he saw the face of Song Qinghan who was lowering his head for the operation, surprise flashed in his eyes, and he subconsciously said, "It's you? You, what are you doing? Where is this?"

Song Qinghan saw that he began to move his body unconsciously in a waking state, worried that he would affect the effect of the operation, so he frowned and shouted: "If you want to live, don't talk! Wait until I finish it!"

The man was stunned for a moment, and after digesting Song Qinghan's words, there was a wry smile on his mouth, and he thought that this person really hasn't changed at all, he obviously doesn't take it for granted, but he still looks righteous, but fortunately he doesn't He is considered a person who has died once, and he sees many things very lightly, so Rao did not understand the current situation at all, and he did not speak again. With the help of Shu Luo, he lay down again and let Song Qinghan do his best. for.

The condition of the leg is more complicated, and because of its larger size, Song Qinghan needs to expend more attention, but even so, he still failed four or five times in a row.

Shu Luo looked at the side and was anxious for Song Qinghan, scratching his ears and scratching his cheeks, as if he wanted to go up and help Song Qinghan sew.

Song Qinghan was still calm, not to mention failing four or five times, even if this leg couldn't be connected, that's normal, after all, he is not omnipotent, it is impossible for every operation to be so smooth.

The pain when he was awake seemed even more painful, but the man didn't say anything to complain, because after feeling it for so long, he also felt the taste, and knew that Song Qinghan was probably helping him connect his legs, so don't talk, Even his breathing, he controlled and slowed down as much as possible, so as not to disturb Song Qinghan.

Both he and Shu Luo overlooked one thing, that is, no matter who they told, the broken limbs could be reattached, others would think it was a fantasy, but they subconsciously accepted it, and There was not even a trace of doubt, it was simply logical and terrifying.

This is probably Song Qinghan's charm. Of course, it is also because of his concentration and seriousness during the operation that he exudes such a convincing charm.

A quiet atmosphere flowed in the tent, large beads of sweat appeared on Song Qinghan's forehead, and with his slightly red cheeks, it looked as if he had just finished physical work.

"Okay, don't move yet, I'll tell you as I clean up."

He raised his arms and wiped the sweat from his brow with the clothes on his body before it got into his eyes.

The man nodded obediently, and decided to wait for Song Qinghan to finish speaking before he asked about things he didn't know.

Song Qinghan was very fast, and explained quickly: "Your hands and feet were not completely severed, so I tried to connect them together. As for whether you can succeed, it depends on your physique and recovery. Simple To put it bluntly, you can boil it down to: fate.”

Shu Luo seemed to think that it was very funny for Song Qinghan to say that mysterious word after such a long series of words, so he couldn't help covering his mouth and secretly laughing twice.

Song Qinghan glanced at him, saw that he quickly restrained the expression on his face, and continued: "You must not move, before they are glued together again, you cannot move, whether it is eating or eating. Shit, you just resign yourself to your fate and do it here, I believe that with your official position, there should be no one to clean it up for you."

After hearing this sentence, Shu Luo couldn't help but sighed.

Who could be the cleaner?Of course it was him!Who made him unlucky to be assigned to use by this person?

Song Qinghan thought for a while, and added: "As for when you are good and when you can move, I have the final say. Anyway, if there is no accident, I should come here every day. Before I speak, Even if the enemy attacks the door, you lie down obediently, anyway, they don't know whether you are alive or dead."

The man's chest was blocked by Song Qinghan's words, and finally he couldn't help it: "Are you a doctor?"

Song Qinghan raised his eyebrows, as if he had heard some big joke, and said calmly: "Is it too late for you to discover this fact now? If not, would I dare to randomly sew stitches on you? You Not rags."

After listening to Song Qinghan's answer, the man realized that he was asking something stupid, coughed lightly, hesitated for a moment, and continued to ask: "How long will it take? A big war will break out in half a month. Hopefully I can make it to..."

"Oh, then you will definitely not be able to catch up, give up."

Song Qinghan said calmly, as if he didn't see the gray look on that person's face at all.

Still, Shu Luo couldn't see it, and comforted him from the side: "Anyway, even if you can move, it won't be of much help, so..."

He paused, seeing that the man's face looked even paler, as if he had realized that he had said something unflattering, coughed lightly, and wisely kept silent.

After Song Qinghan finished speaking, his things were almost packed, he slapped his hands, stood up, nodded to Shu Luo and said: "It's getting late, I'll go back to rest first, and you will help look after him here, if he has a fever in the middle of the night Well, you just..."

"I'll go find you!"

Shu Luo quickly answered, seeing Song Qinghan looking at him inexplicably, he couldn't help puffing out his chest and said, "I'm not wrong, am I?"

Song Qinghan chuckled, and said calmly: "Just take a jar of wine and wipe it on him repeatedly for a whole night. By the next morning, he will definitely be fine."

Seeing Shu Luo's expression of liver pain, Song Qinghan finally felt the pressure on his body relax, turned his head and nodded to the person on the ground, and said, "Then I'll go first."

After finishing speaking, he decisively opened the tent and walked out, and said to Shu Luo who was about to send him off, "Be good, don't let others in, let them talk outside if you have anything to say, just say that your dog skin plaster can't By the wind."