A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Although Song Qinghan didn't see the contents of the bowl clearly, he had an intuition that the thing was not a good thing, his face remained unchanged, and he said calmly: "You scare my son, why make me an apology? Besides, my son has recovered now , I forgive you, you can keep this stuff for yourself."

Wu Tan raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand to stir the contents of the bowl a few times, and said slowly: "This is a tonic made from top-quality bird's nest and cordyceps. If I don't give it to you, who will eat it? Once I'm not pregnant, Two, it’s not like you that can fall down when blown by the wind, so you should eat obediently.”

Seeing him approaching him, Song Qinghan subconsciously wanted to retreat, but with the icy tent cloth behind him, he had no room to resist.

In order to protect himself, he suddenly said: "Okay! I will eat!"

After finishing speaking, he snatched the bowl from Wu Tan's hand, but when it was about to touch his mouth, his hand shook, and the whole bowl flew towards Wu Tan.

Before he could finish the word "be careful", Wu Tan firmly caught the bowl of supplements, looked at Song Qinghan with a half-smile on his face, and said coldly: "You have the strength to even hold the bowl. Are they all gone? Well, I will feed you myself."

Without waiting for Song Qinghan to refuse, he forcefully pushed forward, put the arm holding the bowl across Song Qinghan's throat, and stuffed the spoon into Song Qinghan's mouth with the other hand.

Song Qinghan's throat was suppressed, and he turned his head a few times uncomfortably, unexpectedly, this was exactly what Wu Tan wanted, and the soup slid down his throat.

A sense of crisis arose in Song Qinghan's heart. He waved his hands and feet and struggled, screaming, "What are you doing? I'm going to tell the Lord! Let me go! I'll drink it myself!"

However, Wu Tan acted as if he didn't hear his words, his eyes lit up, his lips were tightly pressed into a straight line, he quickly scooped up the soup in the bowl, and poured it down Song Qinghan's throat.

When the bowl of soup bottomed out, Wu Tan finally let go of his arms. Looking at Song Qinghan, who was tearful and out of shape, he felt a strange pleasure in his heart, and said with a light smile, "I wish I could just drink it obediently before? Now Should I have a long memory? I hope I won’t be asked to do it again next time, and I have to take a bath later, what a bother.”

After finishing speaking, he restrained the expression on his face, put the empty bowl into the hands of the servants who dared not look up, and strode out.

Song Qinghan fell to the ground, scratching his throat with both hands, trying to spit out what he just drank, but it was all in vain.

It was a liquid, not a solid, and it disappeared without a trace once it entered the body. No matter how much he irritated his throat, what he spit out was nothing but yellow bile.

Thinking of this, a look of bewilderment appeared in his eyes, and he had an intuitive feeling for his own strength.

I thought that after I showed my ability to perform surgery, even if I couldn’t get any special treatment, I should still be able to have the minimum respect. I didn’t expect that there is such a kind of person in the world who doesn’t think about the consequences at all, and only wants to be happy .

It’s just that I don’t know what exactly Wu Tan fed him to drink. Judging from the meaning of Wu Tan’s words, it seems that he drank more than once?

Song Qinghan waited for a while, and saw that his body had no abnormal reaction for the time being, his face darkened, he got up from the ground, saw that Xiao Shitou had fallen asleep, placed him carefully beside Wu Dahu, and walked out of the tent by himself.

When he walked to the front of the prisoner camp, his footsteps suddenly stopped, and he caught a glimpse of a group of people hurrying away, silently stepped aside, and stared at the objects in their hands for a long time.

When he realized that it was a simple stretcher with people on it, his heart moved and he quietly followed behind them.

Song Qinghan followed them around for a while, seeing the surrounding scenery getting more and more desolate, hesitation flashed across his face, as if he didn't know whether he should continue to follow.

Fortunately, those people stopped not far away, lifted the white cloth in their hands, fell the person above to the ground, and threw the white cloth down, just covering the body of the person who fell down by them.

After doing all this, they hurried on the road again, carrying an empty stretcher and walking in the direction of Song Qinghan. When they saw Song Qinghan who was avoiding to the side, they just glanced at it and stopped looking, urging each other. : "Hurry up, it's so dirty, go back and take a good shower!"

After the sound of footsteps faded away, Song Qinghan slowly stood up and walked towards the suspected mass grave.

Before he could get close, the stench of corpses rushed into his nostrils, making him want to retch.

He took out a handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose, walked slowly to the person who was thrown down by those people before, and stretched out his hand to remove the white cloth.

The man had probably been tortured just now, and the wound on his body was still bleeding, looking extremely miserable.

Song Qinghan hesitated for a moment, knelt down, and touched the man's heart with his hands. When he felt the faint heartbeat, his heart sank, and he dragged the man out without hesitation, and spread the white cloth Go to the ground and let the man lie flat on the white cloth.

He carried the scalpel with him, but the disinfectant was not with him. Firstly, it was too late to get it back now, and secondly, it was too eye-catching to attract other people.

Thinking of this, he made a decisive decision, stole a candle from a nearby empty tent, and started to act after slightly disinfecting the scalpel.

During the operation, he tried his best not to let his hands touch the person's body, so as not to pass bacteria to the past, but no matter how careful he was, such things were inevitable, especially in the end, when there was no clean gauze. Under such circumstances, he had to cut off the corner of his underwear and help the man bandage it up reluctantly.

The blood had already covered the man's face, making it impossible for Song Qinghan to recognize his appearance, but it could be seen from the calluses on his hands that this was a man who had practiced martial arts for many years.

After finishing what he could do, Song Qinghan saw that the man's heartbeat was still fluctuating slightly, and said slowly: "The next thing is up to you."

After finishing speaking, he folded the white cloth and let the extra side cover the man so as not to be discovered, then glanced left and right, seeing that no one was paying attention to this side, he put the scalpel away, and covered himself with blood stains with his sleeve hands, hastily left here.

It was only when he returned to Wu Dahu's tent and saw the traces on the ground that he remembered what he was going out for. He couldn't help showing a wry smile on his face, and quickly cleaned himself up. Hugging the little rock bouncing on the ground, he closed his eyes and rested.

It would be great if Wu Dahu woke up. If Wu Tan came here twice, he really couldn't imagine whether he could survive...