A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

The more Song Qinghan thought about it, the more pessimistic he became, as if Wu Dahu was about to appear in front of him and propose a divorce to him.

It is still light to talk about reconciliation, maybe when he goes back, what awaits him is a divorce letter.

When he finished his work in the morning and went to find Shu Luo in a daze, he got an even more shocking news.

Wu Dahu was sent to act as a striker again!The purpose is to take advantage of the victory and pursue the attack, and completely defeat the barbarians!

He didn't have any opinion on fighting, so it was hard to say whether the general's order was right or wrong, but he knew that the barbarians were not so easy to fight, otherwise they wouldn't have been defeated all the time.

The last time he won was not only due to careful preparation, but also because he was caught off guard by a barbarian, so he was able to achieve a good record, but this time?

He hasn't heard any news about taking action recently. Even if there is, after such a period of rest and recuperation on the barbarian side, it is impossible that they have not taken countermeasures.

It might even be that the barbarians are waiting for them to take the initiative to attack. After all, the barbarians have experts to guide them.

Seeing Song Qinghan's pale face and precarious appearance, Shu Luo quickly helped him sit on the side, ran to the chief general doctor and called him in, asking him to take Song Qinghan's pulse.

After the chief of the military doctor frowned for a while, his complexion became even uglier. He said to Song Qinghan in a deep voice, "I'm overthinking, and my pulse is vain. It's because of my fetal gas!"

He knew that Song Qinghan was also a doctor, so he naturally knew the meaning of fetal gas, so he didn't explain too much, just looked at Song Qinghan quietly, as if waiting for him to explain.

Song Qinghan had already come to his senses when the chief military doctor helped him feel his pulse, and after hearing these words, a relieved expression appeared on his face.

Sure enough, he thought too much. Before everything happened, he thought about several endings. Can he not overthink it?

He pursed his lips and said softly: "Recently I've been a little restless, maybe because I have more worries, so I just..."

Shu Luo groaned, patted Song Qinghan on the shoulder, and said briskly, "Maybe we'll all die tomorrow, so there's nothing to worry about, we're here anyway, and we won't be able to escape... ..”

Seeing the chief military doctor glaring at him, Shu Luo withdrew his hand, scratched his head, and didn't say any more.

Song Qinghan suddenly laughed after listening to Shu Luo's words.

Yeah, what is he worried about?Whether it's Wu Dahu's accident as a striker, or Wu Dahu's empathy for his family, isn't it something that hasn't been finalized yet?

To put it bluntly, he might die in a while. Instead of worrying about this, it's better to focus more on the real things.

Thinking of this, he stood up and put the baggage into Shu Luo's hands. Seeing Shu Luo's puzzled face, he said calmly: "I'm gassy, ​​so I can't do anything, but there must be someone to do it."

Seeing Song Qinghan stopped talking, Shu Luo automatically completed the second half of the sentence, covered his face in pain and howled, took the burden, and sighed authentically: "What's my name? I just left the wolf's den and entered the tiger's mouth. Escaping here is sure to be quiet, but I didn’t expect you to discover my strengths, I’m really jealous of talents, heaven’s jealous of talents..."

He was playing tricks, but he didn't delay at all when it was time to get down to business. A smile flashed in Song Qinghan's eyes.

Although the medicines were limited, the chief military doctor still cobbled together a pair of anti-fetal medicines, decocted them and sent them to Song Qinghan.

Song Qinghan thanked him with a smile, and just finished drinking the anti-fetal medicine, he heard the sound of Ming Jin withdrawing from outside.

For some reason, his heart skipped a beat, and he walked out quickly. Seeing the people coming back one after another, their faces were full of evil spirits and anger, and he couldn't help asking: "What's wrong?"

It was the first time those people saw Song Qinghan, and when they saw that he was not wearing a doctor's clothes, they became impatient and waved their hands: "We lost! Those barbarians have already set up an ambush and waited for us." !"

Hearing these words, Song Qinghan's heart skipped a beat, realizing that his previous worries were not groundless, and he followed behind the man, asking repeatedly: "Where's Wu Dahu? Where's your assault army? How are they doing? "

Song Qinghan's repeated questioning caused the impatience in the man's heart to burst out, and he roared: "All the stormtroopers are dead! There is not one left!"

Shu Luo heard the movement, walked out of the tent, and saw Song Qinghan standing there blankly, as if struck by lightning, his heart tightened, he quickly supported him, and asked anxiously: "What's wrong with you?" ? Don't move your tires again..."

Song Qinghan pushed him away. Although his face was pale, he was calm, and his eyes were astonishingly bright.

"I have something to do, give me a scalpel."

Looking at his current appearance, Shu Luo didn't think he seemed to be okay, but his attitude was too firm, Shu Luo had no choice but to take out the scalpel from the bag, carefully put it in his hand, patiently Confessed: "This is a sharp knife, don't use it indiscriminately, if you don't like anyone, just tell me, I have a thousand ways to make him disappear without anyone noticing..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Qinghan turned around and left as if he didn't hear him at all.

That figure faintly reveals a sense of determination.

Shu Luo always felt that there was something wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. He wanted to let people stare at Song Qinghan, but at this moment, when wounded soldiers were pouring in quickly, there was no extra manpower to do this. As for the matter, even he himself had to be dragged to treat those soldiers who were in danger because of Song Qinghan's "true biography".

Song Qinghan held the scalpel tightly in his hand, knowing that his future life would depend on this scalpel, his mind went blank, only the cold touch on his hand could give him a little strength.

The direction he left was not elsewhere, but the racecourse, and the person he was looking for was Su San.

Su San was busy putting the horses back from the battlefield into the racecourse, holding a small stone in his arms, looking rather funny.

Although his leg injury has not completely healed, he can't see anything when he walks. Thanks to the fact that the team leader of the racecourse has not found faults during this period, everyone in the racecourse is living a relatively healthy life. From time to time, he would help Su San do more work, just to allow him to play with Xiao Shitou properly.

Su San noticed Song Qinghan's side from the corner of his eye, and asked in surprise, "Why did you come so early today? Don't worry about things over there?"

Song Qinghan glanced at the little stone nestled in Su San's arms, trying to reach out to him, hesitation flashed in his eyes, he opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, but the little stone preempted his words and shouted: "Father! Where's dad?"