A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

After Wu Dahu's head was completely lifted, Song Qinghan still didn't dare to make a sound, held his breath, carefully looked at the tissues inside, cleaned out the foreign objects, then slowly closed Wu Dahu's head, signaling to the people behind him Hand over the needle and thread, and quickly sew up.

Although the foreign body was removed and there was no accident during the operation, Song Qinghan still couldn't help but a flash of worry flashed in his eyes.

If he read correctly just now, Wu Dahu's amygdala seems to have undergone some deformation. I don't know what changes it will cause after Wu Dahu wakes up...

The amygdala is an important part in charge of human emotions and memory. If there are changes in Wu Dahu's body, there are only two possibilities: emotion and memory.

Although Song Qinghan's brain was spinning quickly to think about this problem, the movements of his hands did not delay at all. After quickly pulling up the thread, he cleaned his hands and knife and continued to the next part.

In the middle of the operation, as if he suddenly remembered something, he quickly raised his head and glanced at the person in charge of taking the pulse, and said in a deep voice, "Did nothing happen just now?"

The man looked awakened, looked at Song Qinghan in fear, and whispered: "No, nothing happened. The patient's condition is stable."

It is precisely because Wu Dahu's condition is very stable that he has a shocked expression on his face. After all, what Song Qinghan did just now was nothing else, but lifted Wu Dahu's head...

It is really hard for him to imagine that a person's head can be lifted... No, no, it should be said that a person can still survive when the head is lifted...

Moreover, he has only seen scenes of brains splattering before, and has never seen the complete internal structure, so it's hard not to be surprised.

Most importantly, how would anyone figure this out?

Thinking of this, he turned his attention to Song Qinghan, seeing Song Qinghan waving the knife in his hand like a normal person, he felt like Guanshiyin Bodhisattva descended to earth.

After Song Qinghan treated the nine wounds on Wu Dahu's body, his physical strength finally couldn't support him, his eyes turned black, and his hands shook uncontrollably.

Fortunately, the person standing next to him still had this wink, so he quickly handed him water and helped him to rest.

The person who took the pulse saw that Song Qinghan seemed to have plans to continue, so he couldn't help persuading him: "My lord, his injury has basically stabilized, and we will take care of the rest."

Song Qinghan subconsciously put his hands on his lower abdomen, and seeing the throbbing pain gradually intensified, knowing that it was not due to his own temper, his face softened, and he said softly: "Okay, then I will leave it to you, I will be on the side Watch."

The people standing next to each other looked at each other, as if they were finally relieved, they moved lightly.

Although those people didn't know how to use a scalpel like Song Qinghan, they imitated his example and used scissors to treat Wu Dahu's wound.

Fortunately, the remaining ones are small wounds left by knives and arrows, and there is no big problem that needs attention, especially when Song Qinghan is watching, those people are even more cautious, as if they were being watched by the examiner. Like an examinee, the strings in his head were tense, and the movements of his hands became more delicate than ever.

After all the wounds were treated, Song Qinghan said in a deep voice: "Okay, you only need to leave one person here to help him take the pulse, but the person who takes the pulse cannot be interrupted for twelve hours. It's up to you to decide."

Those people obediently replied yes, and seeing that Song Qinghan had no other greetings, although they wanted to ask him a lot of questions, they finally left the tent quietly without asking any questions.

Seeing Song Qinghan coming out at the end, the person holding the small stone raised his eyebrows and said, "Is it going to be so soon?"

Song Qinghan was just about to take the little stone over, when he looked down at the blood stains on his hands and body, he had no choice but to dismiss the thought, nodded wryly and said, "Yes, that's all I can do, what will happen in detail, We'll see later. What is the Lord's plan for me? You must give me a tent to live in, right?"

The man hesitated before answering, looked down at the little stone, and said softly: "The Lord asked you... to live in his tent."

Song Qinghan frowned, and didn't understand what Merck was thinking, but he seemed to have no other choice, and the tent of the Lord of a Country didn't sound too bad, so he said in a deep voice: "Yes, you Lead the way."

Seeing that Song Qinghan agreed so easily, the man's face showed disbelief, but he didn't say anything, turned around and led the way forward.

When he came to an inconspicuous tent, he suddenly said: "You Qingmu people, aren't you the most ethical? You are already a husband, and you are still willing to live with our lord?"

Song Qinghan raised his eyebrows, and replied calmly: "You barbarians are the most unruly, why do you care whether a Qingmu person is ethical or not?"

Seeing him "using his own way to treat his own body", the man was stunned for a while, with a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, he stretched out his hand and said, "Don't worry, although it is said to be a tent, the place where you live is the same as the Lord's." It’s quite a distance from where we live.”

Although he didn't go into details, Song Qinghan didn't care, because when he walked into the tent, he knew what the man meant.

This tent does look inconspicuous, but in fact there is a universe inside it, and if you walk a little further, there will be a staircase leading directly to the bottom.

Song Qinghan followed the man, looked at it curiously, and asked aloud: "You guys are quite good at digging holes. Did you dig it long ago? Or did you dig it after you came here?"

After the man heard Song Qinghan call their underground palace a cave, the wry smile on his face deepened, but when he saw Xiaoshi biting his thumb and looking at him, the anger in his heart couldn't be vented even if he wanted to. He had no choice but to explain softly: "We have special craftsmen who are responsible for building the underground palace. As long as they stay in one place for more than half a month, they will dispatch."

While speaking, the two had already descended into the underground palace, Song Qinghan glanced casually, secretly startled.

He used to think that this underground palace was Merck's bedroom, so he didn't take it too seriously, but now it seems that this underground palace can be regarded as a stable barrier besides serving as Merck's bedroom.

Based on the estimation with the naked eye, he found that at least a thousand people can be accommodated here. If there is another universe in each room, maybe tens of thousands of people can be accommodated...

Just when he was engrossed in his thoughts, the man stopped, motioned Song Qinghan to look forward, and said in a low voice: "This is where you live. I put the child on the bed for you. If you have anything to do, just tell them."