A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

What Wu Tan likes most is the way Wu Dahu called him by his name. The moment Wu Dahu put his arms around his shoulders, he turned his head to the side and said shyly, "What karma?"

Wu Dahu's eyes darkened suddenly, and he said in a low voice, "If you kill his child with your own hands, your child will suffer exactly the same thing."

As soon as his words came out, Wu Tan's face changed, and he directly broke away from Wu Dahu's hand, and said in a bad tone: "What are you talking about? Isn't my child your child?"

Seeing that he was angry, Wu Dahu showed a wry smile on his face, and said softly: "Yes, that's why I don't want you to do this kind of thing with your own hands, otherwise I really can't imagine, if our children also... …”

Wu Tan stared suspiciously at Wu Dahu's face for a long time, seeing that the sadness in his tone didn't seem fake, his face softened, and he nodded, "You're right, I shouldn't have done this myself, Come here, go cook another medicine."

Song Qinghan's heart tightened, and he caught a glimpse of the reflective scalpel on the ground from the corner of his eye, thinking about the possibility of jumping over and stabbing Wu Tan to death before he could react.

However, Wu Dahu didn't know what to think, and moved a step to the side, just blocking Song Qinghan's sight of staring at the scalpel.

He reached out and patted Wu Tan's shoulder, and said softly: "Don't be angry, I feel sorry for my body when I get angry, let's go to prepare the wedding banquet first, and leave this to the servants."

"Xiao Yan, you just stare at him and drink the abortion pill, you can't leave a single drop, do you understand?"

A man in strong clothes came in suddenly, clasped his fists at Wu Dahu and said, "Yes, my lord!"

Seeing this, Wu Tan frowned, as if he wanted to say something else, but Wu Dahu had already started talking to him about the arrangement of the wedding banquet, so he had to turn his attention to that side, and started discussing with Wu Dahu in a low voice.

After Wu Tan and Wu Dahu left, Song Qinghan slumped on the bed, looked down at Xiao Shitou's peaceful sleeping face, and his mind went blank.

The man named Xiao Yan stood by, like a wooden man, neither speaking nor moving. If Song Qinghan hadn't caught a glimpse of him when he raised his head occasionally, he would have doubted whether he had left quietly.

The decoction time was long and short, and when the pungent smell entered Song Qinghan's nose, he put his hands on his lower abdomen, and frowned tightly, as if he was undergoing violent mental activities.

The person who came in with the medicine seemed to want to feed Song Qinghan himself, but Xiao Yan stretched out his hand to stop it, and said in a deep voice: "Master Wu ordered me to feed him with my own hands, you go down."

The man hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help resisting: "But the princess also let me stare at him to drink, you feed yours, I'll watch mine."

Xiao Yan didn't say anything, just took the bowl and walked towards Song Qinghan.

When Song Qinghan's chin was raised and his lips were forced to open, the expected liquid didn't slip into his throat, but disappeared out of thin air like magic in front of him.

He froze for a moment, and subconsciously rolled his eyes to look at Xiao Yan, but he didn't get any other reactions.

After "drinking" a bowl of soup, Xiao Yan raised his hand, put the empty bowl into the man's hand, and said in a deep voice, "It's ok, there won't be a drop left, and a stick of incense will not be left, and it will work." gone."

After speaking, he suddenly reached out to support Song Qinghan, and only after Song Qinghan sat up on the bed did he lead the man out of the room.

Song Qinghan stared blankly at his back, and touched the back of his waist with weird eyes. Seeing that the tentacles were soft and slippery, he couldn't help but opened the seal and took a look.

When he smelled the strong smell of blood, he instantly understood what it was for.

No wonder Xiao Yan specially emphasized "a stick of incense" just now, it turned out to be to remind him to put on a good disguise...

Song Qinghan sat for a while, feeling a little dazed, because what happened now was beyond his imagination.

So is Wu Dahu's amnesia a faux pas?If so, how to explain Xiao Yan's matter?If not, when did his acting skills get so good?

And who is this Xiao Yan?It looked a little familiar, but he couldn't think of when they met each other.

After Song Qinghan thought about it to no avail, he calculated that the time was almost up, and quickly opened the blood bag. Just as he was about to pour the blood on the ground, he suddenly remembered something, unbuttoned his pants, and stretched the blood along his crotch. Blood poured down.

After pouring out, he rolled the blood wrapping paper into a ball, threw it into a charcoal basin and burned it, while he slumped on the ground and groaned in pain.

When the people outside heard the movement, they lifted the curtain and took a look in, and asked cautiously, "My lord, are you going to call the doctor?"

Song Qinghan shook his head, and said with a pale face, "I am a doctor myself, what other doctor do I need? Go get me a basin of hot water and clean this place by the way."

After Song Qinghan finished cleaning up and came out in loose clothes, he suddenly found a doctor waiting for him at the door.

That doctor was not someone else, he was an old acquaintance, and he had been helping Song Qinghan from the first day.

Song Qinghan paused, and after lying down on the bed, he stretched out his wrist calmly, waiting for the result of the pulse.

Since Xiao Yan has even considered such things as blood bags, it is impossible not to think about the doctor, so he just needs to wait patiently.

Sure enough, after the time of a stick of incense passed, the doctor withdrew his hand and said to Song Qinghan sincerely: "The fetus has come down, and your body is very weak now, and you need to rest for a few days, so don't go out for a few days Bar."

Song Qinghan withdrew his hand calmly, looked down at his still slightly protruding belly, and said with a half-smile: "Okay, even if I want to, I don't have the energy to do it."

The man nodded guiltily, stood up, saluted him, and quickly walked out of the room.

It can be confirmed now that these things were all arranged by the same person, otherwise the plan would not be so thorough, and even the barbarians would have bought it.

You know, bullying the king is a serious crime of beheading. Unless they are sure that Merck will not come back, once Merck finds out, those who have dealt with this matter will not end well.

Of course, there is another possibility that they will not stay in Barbarian anymore, so naturally they don't have to worry about Merck's reaction...

Song Qinghan lay on the bed and thought for a while, seeing that the general direction was clear, his heart immediately settled down.

It seems that he is not fighting alone, this is enough, otherwise the huge pressure will crush him sooner or later.

In the next few days, because Song Qinghan followed the doctor's advice and didn't go out, he naturally didn't know what happened outside.

When he realized it, it was already the day of the wedding banquet.