A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Song Qinghan glanced at him, took his hand out of the sand, patted it carefully, and said calmly: "As long as you think about it, you can always figure out what else you can do now. See, at least you have the confidence The strength of sand, isn't it?"

The man's body trembled slightly, his eyes turned red, and tears fell from his cheeks without warning. Although two traces of filth were taken away, the teardrops that fell on the ground were still crystal clear, just like his sincere heart. Heart.

After a long time, he finally controlled his out-of-control emotions, untied the tattered clothes in front of him, and softly said to Song Qinghan: "Doctor, I'm in trouble, I want to live, even if I can't, I can still live like that." You said walk with dignity."

Song Qinghan let out a "huh" and focused his eyes. After cleaning his wound with high-grade wine, he looked at the hideous scar and was secretly startled.

This knife, if he guessed correctly, completely chopped off half of this person's stomach. Fortunately, no internal organs leaked out, but because of improper treatment, the surface had already started to become inflamed.

He pondered for a while, and after disinfecting the scalpel, he glanced at Shu Luo.

Shu Luo was engrossed in watching, and was swept away by Song Qinghan's slightly cool eyes. After recovering, he quickly pinned down the man on the ground and explained: "It will hurt a little later, don't be afraid, it will soon .”

The man smiled, and was about to say something, when a sharp coolness came from his stomach, which was similar to the feeling of being chopped that day, but the sharp touch was different from that day.

The leader of the military doctor watched Song Qinghan's movements, his pupils could not help constricting, and his fist was even more uncontrollable, sticking tightly to his waist, as if this was the only way to suppress the restlessness in his heart.

It turned out to be like this, it turned out that this is really possible, it is really amazing...

In fact, he is the leader here in name, but in fact he is just a quack who can't even get into the imperial hospital.

To put it nicely, he is a quack doctor, but he is actually what is commonly known as a "lame doctor".

But he is different from other lame doctors, because he has a little bit of real talent and learning, so he was elected as the leader.

In this area, there are very few people like him, and there are more "doctors" like Shu Luo, who are selected for unknown reasons, and who at most only know a little about bandaging.

But fortunately, they still have a bit of conscience, and they didn't treat these poor soldiers indiscriminately just because they don't know medical skills.

Just more, they are indeed helpless.

In a blink of an eye, many thoughts flashed through his mind, but he was sure of one thing, that is: his turning point may have arrived!

If he can learn Song Qinghan's skills a little bit, plus the credit of being in the military camp, maybe this time he can enter the imperial hospital that he has been thinking about...

What about after entering?

His eyes suddenly became blank, as if he had lost his purpose in life.

Thinking that he would be able to get in touch with many dignitaries in the future, he felt a little happy, but after the joy, he suddenly realized that those riches and honors were not his, so why should he be happy?

Besides, a companion is like a tiger, others are trying to find ways to escape from the place of right and wrong, why is he desperately trying to get in?

While he was thinking wildly, Song Qinghan's operation had already reached the final step, and the expression on the patient's face also showed obvious changes, as if he was glad that he didn't say the phrase "what's so unbearable about this pain?" talk.

Song Qinghan cut the thread, applied the ointment evenly, wrapped it loosely with gauze, and nodded to Shu Luo.

Shu Luo understood, and told the patient the set of precautions that Song Qinghan used to say. Seeing that he listened carefully, he suddenly felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart.

The chief of the military doctor had already come out of his thoughts. Seeing that the Shu Luo he had seen clearly had become so generous, he felt a sense of crisis in his heart. He pricked up his ears and secretly recorded his words in his heart.

With the first person as an example, the following actions will naturally be much easier, but when Song Qinghan saw the second person, he couldn't help but pause.

The man seemed to have noticed something, twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, and said in a faint voice: "Doctor, I know I'm going to die, you don't need to waste time and energy, but I have a request, I don't know if you can satisfy it I?"

Song Qinghan pursed his lips, continued to move his hands, and said in a deep voice, "Say."

The man's eyelashes trembled slightly, watching Song Qinghan wielding the knife on him, he didn't even feel the slightest pain, and said softly: "Doctor, you are really kind, good people are rewarded, you will definitely get what you want of......"

After saying this, as if all his strength had been exhausted, he looked at the ceiling after a long delay and said, "I definitely won't be able to go back, but I don't want to leave the corpse here because I hate This place, if it is possible... Can I burn my body with fire, take my ashes on the road and scatter it, no matter where it is, as long as it is not here... "

Seeing that Song Qinghan didn't speak, his eyes slowly dimmed, and his lips moved slightly: "No, it's fine, thank you, doctor..."

"I will, where is your hometown?"

After Song Qinghan finished cleaning his wound, he raised his head and looked at him without making any further movements.

The man suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at Song Qinghan in disbelief, a blush appeared on his face.

"I, my family lives in a small village called Shantou. I don't need to bother the doctor. I just need to sprinkle it on the road. Anyway, I was already out of my mind at that time..."

Song Qinghan saw that the frequency of his chest rising and falling was getting slower and slower, a look of sadness flashed in his eyes, and he said softly: "I see, after it's over, I'll go to the top of the mountain."

The chief of the military doctor seemed to want to say something, but after being glared at by Shu Luo, he had no choice but to close his lips tightly and swallow the words that came to his mouth.

When he realized that he shouldn't be intimidated by Shu Luo, Shu Luo had lowered his head again, but his eyes were red at some point.

If he felt something, he turned his gaze back to the man on the ground, and seeing him "fallen asleep" with a calm face, he couldn't help but sighed heavily in his heart.

He sees this kind of thing every day, but every time he sees it, he has a different experience. Probably only when facing life and death, people's hearts will not be numb, because this is a common journey for everyone.

After Song Qinghan was silent for a while, he turned his head to the chief of the military doctor and said, "Do me a favor, according to what he just said, find someone to cremate him, is that okay?"