A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

His immature words made Song Qinghan's heart ache, and there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

Su San seemed to realize something, and said hesitantly: "You said earlier that your husband is also here, what's wrong with him?"

Song Qinghan tightened his hand holding the scalpel, and said slowly: "He is in the assault camp. I just heard that everyone in the assault camp is dead."

Su San opened her mouth in shock, moved her lips, as if she wanted to say something, but couldn't say anything.

In other words, it's not that he can't say it, but he doesn't want to say it, because he knows that the power of words is too small, so small that it can't play any role at all.

Of course, he also knew about the assault camp, because the number of horses returning from the assault camp was zero, which was enough to explain many things.

Song Qinghan seemed to have seen through his thoughts, and calmly said: "Don't comfort me, I'm here to say goodbye to you, and I want you to do me a favor by the way."

Su San was startled, subconsciously turned his head and glanced at the racecourse, as if he knew what Song Qinghan was going to say, he said tremblingly: "You, you want to find him?"

Apart from taking care of the little stone, this is the only thing that he can help at the racecourse.

The little stone is still in his hand, so naturally there is no need to ask for help again, so the only possibility...

Song Qinghan wanted to borrow a horse from him!

Sure enough, seeing that he had already seen the clue, Song Qinghan quickly looked around and said in a low voice: "I need a fast horse, and then you can just say that I ran out suddenly and snatched it away. You dragged it in yourself, and if I can't come back, you still say something else, just push all the responsibility to me."

Su San hesitated for a moment, then said hesitantly: "But you don't know martial arts, running over alone, isn't it the same as sending..."

Although he didn't say the word "death", Song Qinghan had already guessed it, narrowed his eyes slightly, looked into the distance, and said slowly: "To live is to see people, to die is to see corpses, I don't believe in Wu. .... My husband will die so easily, so I have to go there in person. If I remember correctly, during the truce between the two armies, there will be no outsiders on the battlefield except for those who clean up the corpses, so I will not Something will happen."

His words were clear and logical. Su San couldn't find any reason to refute him, so he could only say, "What about the little stone? You want to take him with you?"

This happened to be what Song Qinghan was most worried about. After all, his life could be decided by him. Even if something happened, he would not regret it, but what about Xiaoshi?

If you leave the little stone here, at least your life will be safe, but if you take the little stone with you, no one can tell what the little stone will go through with him.

I don't know if Xiao Shitou has noticed something, he suddenly struggled hard, stretched out his hands towards Song Qinghan's direction, and shouted sharply: "Father! Father! Hug! Hug!"

Su San didn't hug him, and almost let the little stone fall down. Fortunately, Song Qinghan had quick eyesight and quick hands, so he quickly took the little stone over and hugged him tightly.

As soon as he entered Song Qinghan's arms, Xiao Shitou immediately calmed down, leaned on his chest obediently, and lowered his head to play with his fingers.

Song Qinghan turned his head and glanced at the racecourse, seeing that the horses were almost finished gathering, knowing that there was no time to waste, he calmed down, raised his head and said to Su San: "Let me take the little stone, I will go and return quickly, if I don't find it There must be no delay."

Su San understood his determination, looked at the horses, stretched out his hand and led a maroon horse to Song Qinghan, and said in a low voice: "This is the general's spare mount, it hasn't been completely taken by the general yet. Tame, but he likes small stones on weekdays, you can try..."

Before he could finish speaking, Song Qinghan grabbed the reins of the horse, stepped on the pedals, and quickly turned on the horse. His figure was so neat that he didn't look like a person who had never ridden a horse before.

Seeing that the maroon horse did not resist, Su San finally let go of the heart that had been raised in his throat.

But then, after seeing the people around him notice Song Qinghan, he raised his heart again, looked left and right, and when he saw one of the black horses, his heart moved, and he walked over quietly, Raising his hand abruptly, he slapped its ass hard.

The black horse was originally a rebellious and fierce horse. After receiving such a serious "insult", its personality became more violent. Bai Qi, looking as if he wanted to turn the racecourse upside down.

Although the other horses were obedient, after being stimulated by the black horse, they seemed to have aroused their wildness in their bones. For a moment, the horses in the racecourse neighed, causing others to turn their attention from Song Qinghan to the racecourse.

Song Qinghan had already planned the route in his mind, and buried the little stone's head in his chest, so that the oncoming wind would not blow the little stone uncomfortable when the horse was running.

Although he didn't see exactly what happened in the racecourse, he had an inexplicable premonition in his heart, that is, Su San must have done this for him. While being moved, he also felt somewhat guilty.

It would be fine if Su San wasn't found, but if he was found, he would be the one to blame, and he wouldn't know where he was by then, so how would he repay Su San's kindness?

Song Qinghan sighed quietly, looked at the exit that was close at hand, his eyes returned to calm, he waved the rein, and said in a deep voice: "Drive!"

The horse seemed to be psychic. When it saw the people intercepting in front, it suddenly raised its front hooves and roared. Then, taking advantage of their unpreparedness, it turned and ran to the other side, and ran out quickly before they could react.

Hearing the clamor of "Grab him! Don't let him run away!", Song Qinghan stretched out his hand, stroked the horse's mane slowly, and said softly: "Take me to see him, please It's..."

However, this horse has never been on a battlefield after all, and it is not clear about the specific location. It just walks around purely by feeling, and is not afraid of seeing corpses. Although the bloody smell has stained it with a bit of evil spirit, it has made him more psychic. Yes, there was a faint feeling of compassion in the roar.

Song Qinghan only had a general impression, knowing that since the name of the assault battalion was "Charge", they would naturally rush to the front, so he kept urging the horses to move forward until they saw the figures of the barbarians.

Those barbarians were all here to clean up the corpses. When they saw a maroon horse suddenly appearing on the opposite side, they showed vigilance, stretched out their weapons, and looked on guard.

When they realized that Song Qinghan was nothing more than a female, although doubts flashed in their eyes, they all put down their weapons and continued their previous actions.