A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Little Stone seemed to still have some impressions of the General, and he didn't seem to be flustered, but giggled instead.

Song Qinghan secretly rejoiced that Xiao Shitou was not afraid of life, otherwise how could they have come to the present smoothly?

The general was also very satisfied with Xiao Shitou's performance, he lowered his head to tease him for a while, and said in a deep voice, "Don't worry, things like what happened in the barbarians will never happen again."

Seeing that he even knew about Wu Tan scaring Xiao Shitou, Song Qinghan was secretly startled.

Wu Dahu didn't think much about it. After saluting the general, he took Song Qinghan's hand and left the tent.

It was probably because the Wounded Barracks was Song Qinghan's headquarters, so although the people inside looked at them strangely, they didn't point fingers.

As for Shu Luo, who hadn't seen him for a long time, there was no change at all. He ran up and grabbed Song Qinghan and looked him up and down several times. After he found that there was nothing serious about him, he said excitedly: "You are really amazing. Going in and out of the barbarians is like entering no one's land! You can really go as you want, and come back as you want!"

The score that the military doctor leader had just laid out was suddenly broken by Shu Luo's nonsense.

He coughed lightly, looked at Song Qinghan and Wu Dahu pretending to be indifferent, and said in a deep voice: "You are the ones who have committed crimes, so you should live in the east and don't move around carelessly, do you understand?"

Song Qinghan was very clear about the distribution of the wounded barracks, so when he heard that the chief of the military doctor let them live in the east with the best conditions, he smiled slightly on his face and nodded respectfully: "Understood, thank you for your guidance."

The chief of the military doctor turned sideways slightly, moved away from his salute, waved his hands carelessly and said, "Okay, you guys go and wash first, so you don't dirty the eyes of the wounded soldiers."

Seeing that the chief of the military doctor insisted on calling a good thing a bad thing, Shu Luo curled his lips, hugged Song Qinghan's arm, and pulled him out, happily said: "It'll be fine if you come back, I'm exhausted , that old bastard doesn't see me as a human being at all, he wished he could hang a carrot in front of me and make me spin!"

Song Qinghan chuckled lightly, and said calmly: "You can just call him an old man, why are you comparing yourself to a donkey? I've only been walking for a few days, and you have a brain problem? I need you to open it for you." see?"

After hearing his words, Shu Luo jumped aside vigilantly, hugged his head and said, "No need! My mind is very good! Show Master Wu..."

He looked at Wu Dahu while talking, and when he saw the faintly visible circle of surgical marks on Wu Dahu's head, he jumped up in surprise and ran directly to Wu Dahu's side.

If it weren't for Wu Dahu's eyes that looked like ice knives at him, Shu Luo might have grabbed Wu Dahu's head directly.

"My God, this is, this is all open? How, how is it possible?! Can you still live with your brain opened?!"

Shu Luo took a few steps back subconsciously, and looked at Wu Dahu like a ghost, with an expression of disbelief.

Seeing Song Qinghan raising his eyebrows, he pointed at Wu Dahu and said, "Dr. Song, Doctor Song, it's not because of your surgical mistakes that caused Master Wu to lose his memory, right?"

Song Qinghan admired his rich imagination very much, he pulled out the scalpel helplessly, and said with a half-smile: "You can try to see if I make mistakes..."

Shu Luo jumped back subconsciously when he saw the scalpel reflecting the silver light, shook his head like a rattle and said, "No, no, no, I believe in Dr. Song's medical skills, how could he make a mistake? But Wu Can adults still recover?"

Wu Dahu didn't speak after listening to his question, but just looked at Song Qinghan quietly.

Song Qinghan paused, avoiding Wu Dahu's gaze, and said softly: "It doesn't matter if you can't recover, you're still the same person anyway."

Although he didn't explain it exactly, after hearing what he said, both Shu Luo and Wu Dahu knew very well that the possibility of Wu Dahu's memory recovery was very small.

Although Shu Luo felt a little pity, but because he didn't have much contact with Wu Dahu, it was only later that he learned from others that Song Qinghan and Wu Dahu were a couple, so he didn't feel much about it. After all, Song Qinghan didn't mind, What has he to worry about?

As for Wu Dahu, there was a hint of confusion in his eyes, but it soon turned into firmness, and the calm expression still hung on his face, making it impossible to guess what was going on in his heart.

After bringing them into a separate tent, Shu Luo didn't stay long, and had someone fetch some hot water for them before leaving.

Song Qinghan looked at the empty tent, and thought that this time he really even had to take a shower.

But what he didn't expect was that Wu Dahu was very considerate. When the hot water came, he turned around and said in a deep voice, "You wash first, and I'll do it after you finish washing. Just put the clothes aside and wait a while." I'll wash together."

His behavior like this is new to Song Qinghan. After all, although the two of them are no longer an old couple, they have already done a lot of things to be honest. Feeling nervous.

Song Qinghan was halfway in the bath, remembering that Wu Dahu would have to wash in these waters later, so he wanted to stand up and walk out.

But what he didn't expect was that, whether he had been in the same posture for a long time, or lack of nutrition these days, his right leg suddenly had severe cramps, which made him unable to maintain an upright position at all.

When Wu Dahu heard the sound of "splashing" water, his heart tightened, and he rushed over to help Song Qinghan who fell into the water. When he saw Song Qinghan's tense right leg, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and grabbed him. He picked it up and strode towards the bed.

Song Qinghan was so painful that he pinched his nails into Wu Dahu's arm, bloodshot eyes were faintly visible on his fingertips.

However, Wu Dahu seemed to have no feeling, let him pinch with one hand, and slowly rubbed Song Qinghan's right leg with the other hand.

The time of half a stick of incense passed, and Song Qinghan's cramps finally eased. The bed sheet underneath was damp, and it was hard to tell whether it was wet from his sweat or from the bath water that hadn't been wiped off his body.

Looking at his naked body, he was inexplicably shy, stretched out his hand and pulled a piece of clothing to cover it, and whispered to Wu Dahu: "Go and wash, the water will be cold in a while."

Wu Dahu looked at him for a while, then suddenly stretched out his hand to pull back the wet hair on his forehead, and said in a deep voice, "Call me if you feel uncomfortable."

Song Qinghan didn't dare to look at him, lowered his head and let out a "hmm", and he let out a sigh of relief after he got up and left.

After he slowed down for a while, he saw that the bed sheet underneath was wet and uncomfortable, and when he was about to get up to change it, he caught a glimpse of Wu Dahu's strong back from the corner of his eye, and his body stiffened.