A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Song Qinghan didn't know what the man meant when he said this at first, but he knew it when he opened the tent.

Those in the tent were indeed the most seriously injured soldiers, or in other words, soldiers who were on the verge of death.

Their condition is no longer at the level of broken hands and feet. Almost everyone has at least one fatal wound. Although they are no longer bleeding, their vitality is constantly passing away. Their faces are gray and their lips are black. Like a ghost crawling out of hell.

When Song Qinghan frowned when he smelled the strange stench, he stopped suddenly.

Seeing Song Qinghan put down the tent, unpacked his luggage, and pretended to be searching for something, the man thought he had retreated, and sneered in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face, and asked with concern: "What's wrong? Isn’t it serious? Why don’t we change to another place…”

After Song Qinghan took out the mask, he handed two to Shu Luo, beckoning him to give one to the man, then tied the mask on his face, and said in a low voice, "If I'm not wrong, there might be an epidemic here. You better protect yourself."

Shu Luo took it seriously, so he didn't encounter any difficulties when tying the mask. After listening to Song Qinghan's words, he asked suspiciously: "What epidemic? What will happen if it happens?"

As for the other person, he held the mask and looked at it for a long time, with a hesitant look on his face. He didn't know whether he was hesitating whether to wear a mask, or he didn't know where to start wearing it.

Shu Luo was stared at by the man, and helplessly stepped forward to help him put it on.

Before Song Qinghan could speak, the man with the mask on said, "You don't even know about the epidemic? Are you a fake doctor? Speaking of which, you've been here for so long, and you haven't even looked at you except to bandage people. Did something else?"

Seeing the man looking at him suspiciously, Shu Luo's palms were sweating a lot, but he still forced himself to calm down and said, "What, what fake doctor? Don't talk nonsense, I really can't be real anymore." That's right, if you don't believe me, ask Dr. Song!"

Song Qinghan glanced at Shu Luo amusedly, seeing that he was really nervous, he opened his mouth and said, "That's right, he's on the same side as me, and you'll know when he makes a move in a while."

When Shu Luo heard Song Qinghan say this, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Unexpectedly, Song Qinghan turned out to be a profiteer!While helping him out, dig a hole for him to jump into!It seems that he can only work hard for a while...

The man looked at Song Qinghan, then at Shu Luo, a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes, but in the end he said nothing, nodded, and waved for Song Qinghan to go in.

After Song Qinghan entered, just as he was about to reach out to help the person who was close to him wash his body, he saw the person suddenly waved his hand as if he had seen a ghost, "No! I don't want to be taken away! I want to live! My family still Someone is waiting for me to go back! Daddy! Daddy! I'll be back soon..."

It could be heard that he hadn't drank water for a long time, his voice was hoarse as if it had been polished by sandpaper, and there was a hint of sadness in the harshness.

But Song Qinghan's expression didn't change a bit, he pressed his hand with his hands, and said in a deep voice, "I'm a living person, not a ghost, and you won't be able to go back if you don't treat your wound. Be obedient, do you understand?"

He just took a quick scan and found that this person's wound seemed to be in his stomach. If it was serious, even if it was taken care of, the chance of going back would be zero...

Thinking of this, he couldn't help turning his head to look at the leader of the military doctor, and asked in a low voice: "Is it really not possible to let them go back? Anyway, if they stay, even if their injuries are healed, they will not be able to go up to fight again. Stay here It's just a waste of food, at worst, try not to make any noise when you leave, and just don't let others know."

When the leader of the military doctor felt the hope rising in the eyes of those people in the tent, he complained about Song Qinghan's troubles and was touched in his heart.

In fact, it's not that he didn't mention this suggestion, it's just that it's impossible to make no movement at all, so this suggestion was rejected.

For them, they only need to start from sympathy when considering things, but for the above people, they have to consider the overall situation.

It is not something a decisive commander can do to affect the situation of a war for the sake of some mortals.

Song Qinghan saw his helplessness, pursed his lips, did not continue, turned his head and continued to look at the person on the ground, and said softly: "Tell me how you feel, do you want to vomit? Or just simply can't eat? Excretion Is it normal?"

That man was not stupid, he knew that there was probably no hope for going back, and after the light of hope in his eyes was shattered bit by bit, he turned his head to one side, and said in a calm tone: "Don't worry about me, I killed three barbarians, This life has already been paid back, so go and save those brothers who can be saved."

Song Qinghan looked up and saw that other people were resisting, knowing that they probably thought the same way, frowned, and said coldly: "Since you are not dead yet, it means that God doesn't want to accept you for the time being." You guys, are you going to give up first? It is indeed difficult for you to live, but it is very easy for you to die, but even if you die, you have to die with some dignity! Killing three barbarians is enough. ? Then do you know that the three barbarians you killed actually killed thirty of your brothers?"

Those people didn't react when he spoke the first half of the sentence, but when he spoke the second half, their pupils visibly vibrated, and a look of emotion appeared on their faces.

The person at Song Qinghan's feet seemed a little helpless, looked down at his belly, and laughed at himself: "Even if we drag this body up, it's just a gift to the barbarians, why don't we just find a hole It's decent to bury yourself, isn't it?"

The atmosphere in the tent was a bit depressing, probably because although these people knew their current situation, they still felt somewhat uncomfortable when they revealed this bloody fact with their own hands.

The leader of the military doctor unconsciously clenched his fists, looked down at Song Qinghan, the expression in his eyes was dim, as if he didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing for him to bring him here.

I thought that this would dispel his thoughts, but I didn't expect that some more terrible changes seemed to happen...

Song Qinghan pursed his lips into a straight line, half-closed his eyes, and slowly said: "I only know that if you don't fight against the so-called fate, you will die, that is the idea of ​​the weak, even if you can't walk now , even if you are going to die tomorrow, as long as you are alive today, you can do much more than you can imagine!"

The lips of the man at his feet trembled, his hands sank into the ground, he grabbed a handful of sand tightly, and said in a low voice: "What else... can we do now? Fight... .is that useful?"