A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Song Qinghan glanced at the room in front of him, and found that the treatment was better than he imagined, not to mention the servants serving him, but looking at the layout inside, he knew that it took a lot of painstaking effort. It may not be possible, and only the lord of a country like Merck can place them at will.

The man left after explaining these things, but before he left, he seemed to be very reluctant to give up on Xiao Shitou, and turned his head to look at him frequently, but it was a pity that the blind man cast winking eyes, Xiao Shitou didn't even look at him, stretched out Shot, babbling and acting like a spoiled child to Song Qinghan.

Song Qinghan's complexion was a bit ugly, and his lower abdomen was throbbing all the time, but he suppressed it so much that he didn't show it.

As soon as the man left, he ordered his servants to fetch hot water. After taking a hot bath, he finally went to bed, put Xiao Shi into his arms, changed his diaper, found something to feed him, hugged him He sank into dreamland.

After waking up from sleep, Song Qinghan opened his eyes and saw that the pain in his lower abdomen had finally stopped. His heart relaxed, and when he was about to bend down to put on his shoes, he heard a servant say in his ear: "My lord, let the lord let you You go and have dinner together."

Song Qinghan paused, not understanding what Merck was trying to do, but he had to bow his head under the eaves. He said "um", picked up the little stone, and said in a deep voice, "Lead the way ahead."

After looking at the road for a while, he found that it was impossible for him to memorize the intricate route, so he simply gave up the act of identifying the way, and followed the servant with peace of mind, and when the person stopped, he stopped.

As soon as he entered the eating place, a servant took the initiative to reach out to pick up the small stone.

Song Qinghan frowned, and when he was about to speak, he heard Merce's voice coming from above.

"Bring me the milk, I'll feed him myself."

The servant withdrew his hand, took the seemingly warm milk from the corner, and gently placed it on the table in front of Merck.

Song Qinghan chuckled, and handed the small stone to Merke. Seeing him take the small stone carefully, he couldn't deny it: "Thanks to my son, I have been taken care of a lot along the way."

Unexpectedly, Merck raised his eyes and glanced at him, and said with a half-smile: "Then you have to have your son, but ordinary children are indeed not so clever, and they seem to be able to distinguish the goodwill and malice of others. "

As he spoke, he put the milk to Xiao Shitou's mouth. Seeing Xiao Shitou staring at him for a long time before opening his mouth, he couldn't help showing a smile.

Song Qinghan didn't speak, just picked up the bowl and chopsticks, and ate on his own.

Seeing that he didn't even frown when he picked up the bloodshot piece of meat, Merck's eyes became a little weird, and he chuckled and said, "What you ate was the meat of the man you hacked to death before, how about it? Is it delicious?"

When Song Qinghan was listening to him, he didn't blink his eyes from the beginning to the end. After he finished speaking, he said: "I can tell the difference between human flesh and beef, especially the bloodshot ones."

He didn't look at Merce's expression after hearing his words. He opened his mouth and tore off the shredded meat, deliberately letting the bright red juice drip slowly from his mouth, as if he was drinking blood. of.

Little Shitou, sitting in Merck's arms, watched this scene, instead of feeling scared, he clapped his little hands and giggled, "Dad is great! Great!"

Song Qinghan smiled embarrassedly, stuck out his tongue to lick off the juice on his lips, and continued eating as if nothing happened.

Merck looked in shock at Song Qinghan, who had a harmless expression on his face, and felt that his world view seemed to have collapsed.

What is "human flesh and beef, I can still tell the difference, especially the bloodshot ones"?What does it mean?Could it be that he has eaten not only bloody beef, but also bloody human flesh?

At this time, Merck completely forgot the fact that he himself first said that this piece of meat came from a human body, holding a bowl and feeding the little stone absent-mindedly.

Seeing that Merck was silent, Song Qinghan glanced at him calmly. Seeing that he was still holding an empty bowl in his hand after feeding the small stones, with a thoughtful expression on his face, Song Qinghan couldn't help being both funny and angry.

He stretched out his chopsticks and knocked on the bowl. When Merck came back to his senses, he turned his eyes to himself, pouted in the direction of the small stone, and reminded, "My son has been waiting with his tongue out for a long time."

Merck looked down and saw that Little Stone kept licking the bottom of the bowl with his tongue. Knowing that Song Qinghan had discovered his distraction, he handed the empty bowl to the servant and took another bowl of milk without any excuse. juice, and re-fed the little stones.

"If I remember correctly, Aoki's rule is that only one member of the family needs to join the army. Why did you also go to the front line? Because of the so-called jealousy from the Imperial Hospital?"

After Song Qinghan heard Merck's question, he replied without thinking, "Because I wanted to come, so I came."

Merck took a deep look at him, as if he had understood something, raised his eyebrows and said, "For your sake?"

Seeing Song Qinghan's silence, Merck said thoughtfully: "People as loving and righteous as you are rare. If I'm not wrong, your husband and your thoughts are probably similar, right?"

Although Song Qinghan didn't understand the meaning of Merck's question, he still answered truthfully: "If I were captured by you, Duhu would still come to rescue me."

Merck nodded lightly, took out a handkerchief and wiped Xiao Shitou's mouth, and suddenly said with a smile: "If that's the case, then the matter will be easy to handle. You two will stay and do things for me together, and everything will be perfect."

After hearing this sentence, Song Qinghan didn't even frown, raised the teacup to his lips, took a sip, and said slowly: "It is possible, but we must have a certain degree of freedom, and you cannot force Duo does things he doesn't want to do, such as forcing Aoki's arrangement, asking him to lead troops to fight Aoki people, etc."

After listening to his conditions, Merck put the bowl in his hand on the table, smiled angrily, and said in a tone without ups and downs: "Wu Dahu is a general, or a general of the enemy country. Besides, is there anything else he can do to me?"

Song Qinghan paused, put down the teacup calmly, looked at the tea leaves in the cup, and said slowly: "But you can let him train soldiers for you, I believe he will not let you down. After all, knowing yourself and your enemy, A hundred battles are invincible.”

Merck tapped on the table with his fingers, as if he was considering Song Qinghan's suggestion, he lifted up the little stone at the end, and gently changed the side, letting the little stone nestle in his arms, and said in a deep voice: "I hope so, I'm not a kind person after all."

Song Qinghan had expected this a long time ago. If Merck was a good person, the scene in the prisoner camp would not be so tragic. But as long as he does not show hostility towards him for the time being, Song Qinghan will treat him as he has decided to treat him before. .