A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Song Qinghan paused, and realized that these people probably knew that "Shu Luo" had cured the man's hands and feet, but they didn't know that they could make the man's hands and feet work again, so they were so surprised.

It seems that the reason why they went to Shu Luo was to show their presence on purpose, and they didn't have any hope for their injuries.

Thinking of this, he continued: "I don't know your official titles, but judging by the way a group of you are crowded here, compared with that adult who is alone in a tent, I know that you are much inferior to him."

Someone said unconvinced: "It's just that the family is powerful. If you want to talk about real skills, then maybe!"

Song Qinghan raised his eyebrows, and said with a half-smile: "Is it really possible to bully people? That's true. As for the others, I don't know if there are too many. I only know that the lord just wants to heal his injuries quickly. It’s good that you have participated in the charge for a while, and at the same time, you are here moaning without illness, clamoring to peel the skin of the doctor who helped you to treat your wounds.”

Unexpectedly, someone would find loopholes in his words, and someone muttered in the corner: "Isn't he moaning for nothing, the pain is so bad..."

Because the atmosphere was very quiet at this time, that person's words were particularly prominent. For a moment, strange expressions appeared on everyone's faces, and they didn't know whether to laugh or get angry.

However, apart from these two emotions, they felt somewhat embarrassed, after all, the contrast between what Song Qinghan said just now was too strong.

Song Qinghan scanned around, and saw that no one was showing dissatisfaction on their faces, and said in a deep voice: "Okay! I know that you are hurt very uncomfortable, but the willfulness is over here, and I will treat your wounds , I’ll just say the precautions once, it’s your business whether you remember it or not, and it’s your business whether you follow it or not, as for looking down on you, it’s my business.”

There was a buzzing sound in the tent, but no one raised any objections. Song Qinghan regained his composure, took out the sterilized scalpel again, and moved quickly.

Fortunately, during the operation, no one complained of pain or suffering, as if they were holding back their energy, wanting to prove to Song Qinghan that they are not cowards.

After Shu Luo finished working on the thatch, she watched curiously. Seeing that those people became as cute as little white rabbits after Song Qinghan's hands, she couldn't help but marvel in her heart.

It's true that one thing is one thing, and you have to be tougher when dealing with these elders, otherwise you will be eaten to death by them.

Song Qinghan didn't stop all the way. After finishing one person, he sterilized the utensils and then continued to the next one. He kept busy until the last person also succeeded, and finally packed up his things and stood up.

Seeing Song Qinghan's body swaying, Shu Luo subconsciously held his hand, and said anxiously, "Are you all right? Thank you for your hard work."

When those people heard the movement, they looked in Song Qinghan's direction and saw that his face was pale and his footsteps were flimsy, which was completely different from the aloof appearance when he came in before. Let yourself remain still obediently as Song Qinghan explained before.

Song Qinghan shook his head, stood still relying on his own strength, opened the tent and walked out, whispering: "It's not dark yet, we can solve a few more, I don't think there are only this few people here, right?"

Seeing that he looked like he might faint at any time, Shu Luo couldn't help complaining: "You can pull it down, how many can make it? It must be another tent person to solve it, will you be able to hold it by then? Don't If you faint halfway, I can't save you."

In fact, Song Qinghan also knew that Shu Luo's words made sense. After all, as a person in the same tent, when he saw that everyone else had undergone surgery and only himself was left, he would definitely feel uncomfortable, but he couldn't afford more people. …

He pondered for a moment, then raised his head and said to Shu Luo: "You watched it for so long just now, did you get any insights?"

Shu Luo's eyes widened in surprise, as if he didn't understand why Song Qinghan asked him this question, but out of trust in Song Qinghan, he hesitated for a moment and then replied: "Sense, big, probably... .. Needlework is important?"

Seeing Song Qinghan staring at him without speaking, he hesitated and said, "Swing the knife quickly and accurately?"

Song Qinghan suddenly slapped his hands, pointed at him and said, "That's right, you've already grasped the essence of the surgery, it took even Wenxuan a long time to realize this for the first time, since that's the case... ...I'll watch you do it later."

Shu Luo opened his mouth wide, stared blankly at Song Qinghan, and said in disbelief, "What did you say? I'll do it? Like you did just now? I don't want it, it's too scary, it's all blood..."

Song Qinghan glanced at him suspiciously, frowned and said, "Since you have been brought here, you can be regarded as half a doctor anyway, why are you afraid of blood? Haven't you smelled enough of this in the past few days?"

Seeing that Shu Luo seemed to want to defend himself, Song Qinghan waved his hand and said calmly: "That's the decision, you have no right to resist, otherwise I will take back the next chance to help you."

Shu Luo looked at the back of Song Qinghan walking in front, and felt that she was a little dizzy now.

Song Qinghan was planning to help him again?so good? !Then if I get sick in the future, wouldn't it be... no need to spend money? !

He rubbed his hands happily, followed Song Qinghan's footsteps at a trot, pointed to the other side and said, "Go there, I'm familiar with it, and the people inside don't have much energy left."

Seeing that he had adjusted his mentality so quickly, Song Qinghan gave him a strange look, thinking that he would not be so coincidental that he would find a random person, would he be a medical wizard?

Fortunately, the facts quickly proved that Song Qinghan was overthinking. Shu Luo was not a medical prodigy, but a medical wizard. The speed of his hands made Song Qinghan dazzled for a while, and his heart was in his throat. He was afraid that Shu Luo would operate , the flesh under his hands turned into the appearance of being rolled over a flower knife.

Shu Luo didn't know about this, and looked at his "work" happily. Seeing that the patient and Song Qinghan had their mouths slightly open, as if they hadn't recovered, they couldn't help but raised their chins and said, "You ! Apply the medicine!"

Song Qinghan pursed his lips, and quickly helped the patient to apply good medicine. After the bandage was finished, he whispered the precautions to him, and after he stood up, he said to Shu Luo: "Yes, it seems that we can solve the problem of a tent today. people."

Shu Luo turned pale with shock, her hand holding the knife shook, and tremblingly said: "I, I didn't eat enough at noon, and now my body is starting to feel weak, so dizzy..."

Seeing him like this, Song Qinghan said calmly: "I'll come later, why are you so excited?"

Hearing that there was nothing to do with him, Shu Luo's expression softened, and he turned into that energetic look again, picked up the knife, and quickly walked towards the next patient.