A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Konoha looked very excited, and tapped the man's chest with a scalpel, excitedly said: "This is the hardest, the hardest, I do half and you do half, is it fair?"

Song Qinghan really wanted to say it was unfair, but with Konoha's current fanatical appearance, he was very worried that the person lying on the operating table would become him after he said it.

However, he still tried his best to fight for his own rights and said: "You have experimented many times before, and this is the first time for me. There is no guarantee that it will be successful once. You have to be clear about this."

Konoha paused for a moment, looking a bit embarrassed, but when he saw the calm expression on Song Qinghan's face, he finally nodded in agreement.

"Yes, I will give you a few more chances, as long as you can succeed within three days."

three days?Song Qinghan's heart skipped a beat, and for some reason, he suddenly remembered what the shopkeeper of the restaurant said.

The ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven seems to be held in three days, right?

As the Holy Son, it is impossible not to participate in the carnival of the holy clan, so... Maybe they can take the opportunity to escape?

The thoughts in his mind were spinning very fast. From Konoha's point of view, he seemed to be just thinking about how to do this operation well.

Seeing that he had no objection, Konoha reached out to take off the man's clothes, picked up the spirits to disinfect the poison, and dropped the knife without any hesitation.

Song Qinghan watched quietly from the side, mourning for the man on the operating table for a moment.

This operation has no chance of success, so the end of the man... will not be good.

He even wanted Konoha to make a mistake with some viciousness, so that he would not be the one who took that person's life with his own hands.

When Song Qinghan and Konoha were performing the operation in full swing, Wu Dahu and Yuan Wenxuan were not idle.

It's true that they won't wander around, but that doesn't mean they have nothing to do.

After touching all the walls in the room for the third time, Wu Dahu concluded: "The copper walls are iron walls, there is no possibility of digging them out."

I thought that since the saints can build such a large building underground, the soil here must not be difficult to dig. Unexpectedly, based on his current observations, it would take ten years or eight years to build a tunnel here. Loaded, it is impossible to do it.

And this is calculated on the premise of continuous and uninterrupted actions.

Since the dark cannot go, what about the bright?

Just at this moment, someone came in to bring them water. Wu Dahu's heart moved and he asked aloud, "Can you take me to the kitchen? He is not feeling well. I want to cook some porridge for him."

Although Wu Dahu didn't greet him in advance, Yuan Wenxuan cooperated very well, without any superfluous acting skills, but his face turned paler, his brows were slightly frowned, and he seemed to be suppressing discomfort.

The man was stunned for a moment, but nodded without much hesitation: "Come with me."

If someone took it with him, it wouldn't be considered a random walk, besides, Wu Dahu was very careful, he didn't look too much along the way, he just kept the approximate route in his heart for emergencies.

To Wu Dahu's surprise, the kitchen was so small that it could only accommodate two or three people in such a large place.

There was already a person burning the fire inside, and when he saw Wu Dahu, that person didn't say anything, his expression was so dejected that everything was vain.

The person who led the way took him and left without explaining anything, and he didn't seem to be worried about Wu Dahu messing with the things in the kitchen.

Wu Dahu looked at the man who burned the fire a few more times, seeing that he was really depressed, not because he looked like that, so he couldn't help muttering to himself.

I don't know what Konoha is thinking, even if such a person is found to be in charge of the kitchen, isn't he afraid that he will poison everyone to death?

He knew that he was thinking too much, if the person in front of him really wanted to harm others, he would have poisoned all the people in the room long ago, so how could it be his turn to give advice?

Thinking of his excuse to come to the kitchen, he squatted down, found a random pot, put a handful of rice, added a spoonful of water, covered it and put it directly on the stove.

"Is someone sick?"

What he didn't expect was that the man with a gloomy expression took the initiative to ask.

Wu Dahu nodded, and explained: "The child is weak during the journey, and he can't bear it."

The man gave a "hmm" in understanding, and said sympathetically, "This ghostly place is just not easy to live in. Think about it, how can normal people live underground? The underground is reserved for the dead! Alas, bad luck... ..."

Although there is no one else here, but rashly saying this to him, an outsider, doesn't look like a normal person can do it.

But since he was so invisible, Wu Dahu naturally didn't have to worry about anything, and asked directly: "Since you are not used to living here, why don't you go out? The Holy Son won't let you?"

When he heard the word "Holy Son", a look of sadness flashed in the man's eyes, and the expression on his face became more and more depressed. He stretched out his hand to push the firewood, and sighed: "I've lived for so long, I'm not used to it anymore." I'm used to it, I'm not used to going out, anyway, I'm quite old, and I won't live long."

Wu Dahu was a little confused, so he could only follow his words: "It's good to get used to it. I just came here and I'm not used to it yet. I always feel bored."

The man laughed softly, and said faintly: "Don't worry, although it's underground, it's not completely sealed, and it won't suffocate you to death."

Wu Dahu's heart moved, and he asked tentatively: "I think it's all sealed, where is there an unsealed place?"

"The residence of the Holy Son."

The man seemed to be completely unaware of Wu Dahu's purpose in asking this question, and replied casually.

Konoha's fair and ruddy face suddenly came to mind, Wu Dahu lifted the lid of the pot and looked at it, white steam was steaming, engulfing his face, making it difficult to see his current expression clearly.

"The porridge is almost done, I should go back."

Hearing what he said, the man stretched his head to look into the pot, saw the white rice swirling in the hot water, and said without appetite: "This is just cooked, it will taste better when it is thicker."

Wu Dahu shook his head, and said bluntly: "No, he likes thin food."

He lifted the pot, nodded to the person who was burning the fire, turned around and walked out.

The man raised his head at some point, and looked at Wu Dahu's back with a pair of cloudy eyes, and the depressed expression on his face disappeared at some point, as if he was thinking about something.

After Wu Dahu returned to the room, he put the porridge on the table, dipped his hands in water, and wrote out the information he had just collected.

Although Yuan Wenxuan is still young, he is also a strength. In this dangerous situation, it is of course better to have one more person to think.

It's just that for a while, neither of them can connect the complete fragments from the messy clues, they can only be relatively silent, thinking about the "pearl" that they have missed.