A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

When Wu Dahu and Yuan Wenxuan were thinking, Konoha had withdrawn his hand, frowned and looked at the man's chest on the operating table, and said with a gloomy expression, "It failed."

Song Qinghan looked at his face, and said in a calm tone: "Take a break, you have had two operations in a row, your body is not in the best condition, there is no possibility of success if you continue to do it."

The reason why he spoke so desperately was to not give Konoha a chance to refute. Sure enough, although Konoha paused, he still didn't say anything. He threw the scalpel into the plate and said while wiping his hands: " Go down and rest, and find you when I need you."

Song Qinghan nodded. Although there was no expression on his face, his body relaxed obviously. He turned his back and walked directly in the direction of Wu Dahu and Yuan Wenxuan.

Just when his figure was about to leave Konoha's sight, Konoha suddenly said: "Your husband is in good health."

This sentence made Song Qinghan stop, but he didn't say anything, as if he didn't understand the meaning of Konoha's words, he said "um", and walked forward quickly.

After he walked all the way back to Wu Dahu and Yuan Wenxuan's room, he finally clenched his fists, angrily punched the table, and said in a low voice, "Too much bullying!"

Wu Dahu's heart tightened, he went over to pick up his hand, and asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong? If he goes too far, we'll just keep doing it..."

Song Qinghan squinted his eyes and looked at the door, thinking of something, his face gradually calmed down, and he said softly: "No, I will find a way to send you out."

With his tone, he clearly intends to stay alone to deal with Konoha, how could Wu Dahu agree?

"If you want to go out together, we are here to pick you up, not to watch you fall into the devil's lair!"

Wu Dahu's tone was so stern, Song Qinghan paused, nodded and agreed: "Okay, I'll think of a way, but if the time comes, I still hope you can listen to me, is that okay?"

Yuan Wenxuan glanced at Wu Dahu, as if he was waiting for him to express his opinion.

However, Wu Dahu's lips were tightly pursed into a straight line, and there was determination in his eyes, as if he had made up his mind not to speak.

Song Qinghan had no choice but to approach them and whispered: "He seems to value your body..."

Wu Dahu paused, doubts flashed in his eyes, as if he didn't understand what Song Qinghan meant.

Now that he opened his mouth, Song Qinghan simply said like pouring beans into a bamboo tube: "His blood has been replaced, and some unimportant parts of his body have also been replaced, only the important ones, he cannot rely on his own strength to replace them. , that's why I'm needed."

After he finished speaking, Wu Dahu was still fine, Yuan Wenxuan took a breath first, and said in disbelief: "The important ones, do you mean these internal organs?"

As he spoke, he tapped on himself, as if he felt that his words were inaccurate, so he acted directly.

Song Qinghan glanced casually and nodded, "That's right."

Even though Yuan Wenxuan had a calm temper, he couldn't help opening his mouth wide at this time, as if he had heard something from the Arabian Nights.

Wu Dahu also came back to his senses, frowned and said, "You mean, he wants to replace other people's internal organs with his own?"

Song Qinghan glanced at the door subconsciously. Although he didn't know why those little snakes who liked to spy didn't come over, he still seized the time and said, "That's right, he thinks that this method can keep his body youthful forever. In fact, this method can indeed .”

It's just that he didn't expect that this method would be used on him by an ancient man in a whimsical way.

But if you think about it carefully, it is actually not difficult to understand. If it is placed in an orderly modern society, even if the technical conditions are mature, laws and morals will not allow this kind of behavior to occur.

In this disordered and unknown world, as long as you dare to think, you can do anything, even becoming an emperor is not impossible.

As for killing a few people, it is even simpler, as long as it does not attract the attention of the government.

And people like Konoha who live underground, even if they want to attract the attention of the government, it is difficult.

Song Qinghan couldn't help sighing, recalling the scene when he saw Konoha for the first time, he still felt embarrassed.

At that time, he thought he had found the same kind, and even excitedly told him a lot of modern things, but Konoha didn't show any abnormality at all. It was because he realized that his emotions were a little too excited and his state was not right, so he consciously stopped.

After this stop, it was Konoha's turn to give him various shocks.

His medical theories are exactly what Konoha lacks. After several trials, Konoha directly invited Song Qinghan to be his partner to create the so-called "new era" together.

Just as Song Qinghan wanted to refuse, he found out that Konoha had checked his old background. Not only did he know about smallpox and other things, he even knew about how he helped treat a whole village of skin patients when he was in the village at the beginning.

The ability to investigate these things is not just something that can be done with money. Although the saints seem to be sparsely populated and the places they live in are dilapidated, who knows what is behind them?

In desperation, Song Qinghan had no choice but to succumb to Konoha, not to show his dissent, and to do whatever he asked him to do.

It's just that he didn't expect Wu Dahu and Yuan Wenxuan to rush over. Although he was very moved, the current situation is really too difficult, and they might just die when they came here.

Seeing the unpredictable expression on Song Qinghan's face, Wu Dahu knew that he must be doing intense mental activities at this time, reached out and grabbed the back of his hand, and said softly: "If he wants to do it, let him do it, we can't stop a lunatic , can only make him crazier."

His words reminded Song Qinghan, Song Qinghan's body paused, he squeezed Wu Dahu's hand tightly, and said to himself: "It makes sense, it makes sense, it's even crazier..."

Seeing that he was lost in thought, Wu Dahu didn't interrupt him, but just glanced at Yuan Wenxuan, signaling him not to act rashly, and the two quietly accompanied Song Qinghan.

There is no distinction between night and day underground, and they can only judge the time with the help of their physical sensations.

When Song Qinghan came back to his senses, there was an obvious sense of hunger in his stomach.

The old man who was burning the fire in the kitchen came over at some point, and without knocking on the door, he directly put the soup in his hand on their table, and said weakly, "Eat, pack up and send it over after eating."

Before leaving, as if he suddenly remembered something, he turned around and asked, "Are you also going to participate in the ceremony?"

Wu Dahu was a little familiar with him, so he naturally took the initiative to answer: "I don't know, let's see what the Holy Son means."