A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

The man stopped talking halfway through, because he was sensitively aware of a chill coming from somewhere behind him.

He glanced at Song Qinghan in disbelief, and when he was about to retreat to the side, Song Qinghan suddenly spoke.

"Don't move, or you can try to see if it's your sword or mine. You are worthy of dying together. After all, my death is much more dignified than yours."

That person didn't know how long Song Qinghan's weapon was, but he couldn't afford to gamble because that place was too sensitive...

Maybe he won't die after a cross-puncture, but the rest of his life will be useless, and then life will be worse than death.

He didn't want to experience that feeling, so he withdrew his hand decisively, and said with a gloomy face: "Let go! I won't say it a second time!"

Song Qinghan withdrew the scalpel from the man's buttocks with a calm expression, and deliberately exposed the light of the knife when retracting the knife, so that the man could see the sharpness of the blade clearly.

The man saw that the scalpel was sharp and thin, and if it really poked in, it would definitely destroy the previous functions, so he couldn't help but quietly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, thankful that he didn't make a reckless choice.

Song Qinghan glanced at the green wood man on the ground, paused, said "If you want to save him, come to me" and continued walking forward, quickly rolling his eyes, looking for Wu Dahu's trace.

The reason why he showed such a trick was because he knew that the barbarians were not afraid of death, so ordinary threats would not affect them, but instead would arouse the blood in their bones, and the gains would outweigh the losses.

But as long as you are human, you will be afraid of losing face. This is human nature, because the old saying "A man has a face, a tree has a skin", although it is not completely correct, but it is not far from it.

Especially for men, if the function of that aspect is destroyed, the ridicule suffered is almost fatal.

But at present, it seems that although the deterrent effect is good, there is no guarantee that the person will not become angry and chase after him to make trouble for him.

So he has to speed up.

The steps under his feet became bigger and bigger, and the frequency of his eyeballs turned faster and faster, but no, there was no trace of Wu Dahu at all.

From start to finish, nothing.

As the person said before, the punishments in it were indeed strange, but he knew that he was helpless, so he just took a quick glance and looked away, so his mood was not greatly affected.

It's just that since Wu Dahu is not here, it doesn't make any sense for him to stay any longer.

Ignoring the strange eyes of others, he went straight out.

Those people in Qingmu who knew him seemed to understand something when they saw him walking unimpeded, and shouted loudly: "You are treasonous! No wonder you killed your compatriots just now! You will die badly! Both you and your children!"

Song Qinghan paused, and before he was about to leave, he turned his head and glanced at the person who spoke, and said calmly: "The family members are not in trouble, so be careful when you speak, after all, no one knows what will happen in the future, as long as you are not dead , there will always be a day when you ask for help."

He didn't want to make his words too harsh, after all, they were all people who had met once, but "If people don't offend me, I won't offend others. If people offend me, I will offend others", even if that person is also from Aoki, he couldn't Endure the behavior of the other party who even curses children.

However, his cryptic reminder did not earn the other party's respect. After the man came back to his senses, he cursed even worse, and even cursed Xiao Shitou with every sentence.

The veins on Song Qinghan's forehead twitched, he clenched his fists tightly, restrained his impatience, took the small stone from the hand of the person waiting outside, and said calmly: "Can we go?"

The man glanced at him calmly, nodded thoughtfully, and stepped forward to lead the way.

Before returning to Merck's big tent, the man walked in first and asked Song Qinghan to wait outside temporarily.

Song Qinghan knew that the man was going to report his performance to Merck, so he didn't show any impatient expression, but the hand stroking the little stone couldn't help but tremble.

Wu Dahu is not here, so where is he?Is it really among the corpses on the battlefield?

Or, had he been tortured to death by the barbarians?After all, the punishment inside is not something ordinary people can bear. Although the purpose of those who do it is to torture people, they don't care about the severity. It is estimated that even if they are tortured to death, they are just thrown out.

The lower abdomen throbbed again, Song Qinghan stopped his wild thinking, put his hands on it, and started to rub it gently.

He thought that the time when he was pregnant with Xiao Shishi was the most difficult time for him. After all, the conditions at that time were so difficult. He did not expect that the second child would be carried out under such circumstances.

Life is really impermanent.

The man came out quickly, opened the tent, and signaled Song Qinghan to go in.

Song Qinghan walked in calmly, saw Merck looking at him scrutinizingly, and said directly: "I'm here to find someone."

Merck didn't make a sound, and stared at the little stone for a long time before saying, "I don't want to know what you are here for, you just need to let me know that you have any reason worthy of my special treatment."

"Of course." He pointed at the small stone with his index finger, and said with a half-smile: "If it's him, I can give it special treatment."

Xiao Shitou looked at Merce for a while, then turned to Song Qinghan and said, "Father! Bad guy!"

His crisp voice was extremely clear in the tent, even the guard at the door couldn't help but look back.

Song Qinghan coughed lightly, touched the back of Xiao Shitou's head, and whispered a few words in his ear, and seeing that he had calmed down, he raised his head again and said to the strange-looking Merke: "Tongyan Wuji, I hope Lord, don't mind, let's continue the previous topic."

Merck was about to go down the ladder Song Qinghan gave him, but when he saw that he didn't care about his reply at all, he kept talking on his own, his face became more and more weird.

"I wonder if the Lord has ever heard of smallpox?"

Song Qinghan glanced at Merck and asked calmly.

Merck didn't have time to pursue Song Qinghan's previous rudeness, and frowned, "Of course I've heard that smallpox is an incurable disease."

Seeing that he has common sense in this area, Song Qinghan nodded, feeling that he was one step closer to success, and said solemnly: "I can cure smallpox."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Merck to recover, he continued to ask: "Do you know why I was sent to the front line?"

Merck frowned and asked subconsciously, "Why?"

Song Qinghan raised his head slightly, looked at a certain point in the void, sighed faintly, and said softly: "Because the people in Taiyuan Hospital are jealous of me."