A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

The old man seemed to understand Wu Dahu's gaffe very well, so he nodded again without emotion, and after a "hmm", he said softly: "So I can't help it, I really can't help it, if I had a way, I wouldn't stay here like this long time......"

He put his head on his knees, with helplessness in his eyes, this posture made him look like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy.

For some reason, Wu Dahu suddenly saw a familiar figure on him, frowned even more tightly, and said in a deep voice, "What does the gatekeeper outside have to do with you?"

"The gatekeeper?" The old man repeated subconsciously, and when he understood what Wu Dahu meant, he looked a little embarrassed, and lowered his head, "That's also the son of the Holy Son..."

Wu Dahu's pupils shrank, and his whole body felt like a tingling sensation from head to toe as if he had drunk a bowl of century-old spirits.

Is this world crazy?

He swallowed, and found that his throat was unknowingly so tight that it was difficult for him to swallow. He struggled and asked, "No, can't the people here be his sons? Are they really his own sons?" son?"

Seeing that Wu Dahu didn't believe it, the old man didn't explain, just nodded and said: "Not all of them are my own, but they are all lying on that kind of table."

Wu Dahu breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the first half of what he said, when he suddenly heard the last sentence "all", he was so shocked that he almost choked on his own saliva.

"Ahem, what are you talking about? Where did he get so many sons?"

He just said before that there were not thousands of people who died in Konoha's hands, but hundreds, but in the end, those people turned out to be his own sons?

Of course, it doesn't mean that his own son can be deprived of his life at will, but such a fact is really too difficult for people to digest.

A little snake swam over at some point, and was staying at the old man's feet. The old man opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything. He just waved his hand to Wu Dahu and sighed softly, "Go back, late at night. gone."

Wu Dahu still wanted to ask again, but he could clearly feel that the old man had closed his heart, and he didn't intend to say any more.

He didn't know if it had something to do with the arrival of the little snake. Anyway, that's all for today, but the information he got so far was enough for him to study it for a while, so he didn't force it, turned around and left silently.

But before leaving, he still couldn't help asking: "Do you know how the Holy Son usually punishes people? My husband was punished by him."

The old man paused, and said lightly: "Don't worry, that boa constrictor is psychic, it will treat you as you do to it, obviously your husband is not a person who is surprised."

Hearing the word "boa constrictor", Wu Dahu was startled, but after listening to the old man's words, he couldn't help hesitating again.

The boa constrictor is non-venomous, as long as you don't provoke it, it will not do harm to others, so from this point of view, Song Qinghan's situation is not bad?

He thought for a while, nodded to the old man, and quickly returned to his room.

Although Yuan Wenxuan was very tired, but because he was thinking about this matter, he refused to go to bed all the time. When Wu Dahu came back, he couldn't help but look at him eagerly, as if he wanted to know what was going on.

Wu Dahu didn't hide it from Yuan Wenxuan, but he asked Yuan Wenxuan to prepare himself mentally when telling the truth.

Even so, Yuan Wenxuan couldn't help but widen his eyes, as if he had been struck by lightning.

Reminiscent of the looks of those people on the operating table, Yuan Wenxuan basically believed the words of the old man burning fire, and said to himself: "No wonder, no wonder I always feel that the eyebrows and eyes of those people are somewhat similar, so it is like this..."

After all, Wu Dahu had never seen those people lying on the operating table with his own eyes, so he still had doubts about the old man's words, but after listening to Yuan Wenxuan's words, his doubts disappeared, and he couldn't understand more.

How could such a person exist in the world?Having given birth to so many sons, I won't say how he did it, but using his own son as an experiment, and it is an experiment that will die as soon as he does it, is really... too unethical!

After all, Yuan Wenxuan knows medical skills, so he thought more deeply, frowned, clapped his fists, and said softly: "No wonder the rejection reaction of the operation is so small. It turns out that they are all related by blood. I have to say, he really very clever..."

Regardless of Konoha's starting point for making such a choice, in short, the result of the matter was really as he wished.

The two were silent, and seemed to be thinking about their own thoughts.

After a while, Song Qinghan was awakened by the sound of iron doors colliding. He raised his head in a daze, saw someone waving at him, and subconsciously walked out.

But before he took a step, he couldn't help but glanced back at the depths of the cage. If the python had sensed it, it turned its lantern-like triangular eyes to look at Song Qinghan. Its whole body turned slowly, making rustling sounds.

Song Qinghan nodded to it, as if saying goodbye to it, and then followed the guide up the road without looking back.

He should thank that python for letting him discover a big secret here.

Konoha didn't seem to be heartbroken to the end, she didn't let him go directly to the operating room, but let him go back to Wu Dahu and Yuan Wenxuan to rest for a while.

The breakfast was still brought by the old man, but the depressed expression on his face became more serious, making Wu Dahu suspect that he might die at any moment.

I didn't understand why he was like this before, but now that I understand, I can't help but sympathize.

With such an irresponsible father at the booth, no one would show a good face.

Seeing that there was no little snake around, Wu Dahu couldn't help but asked in a low voice before he left: "No matter how many sons he has, they will run out, what will we do then?"

The old man chuckled lightly, with a sarcastic expression on his face, and with his hands behind his back, he said faintly: "So we need a ceremony to sacrifice to heaven..."

After he said this, he left without looking back, even if Wu Dahu wanted to ask more, he couldn't.

Song Qinghan paused while eating the porridge, and said with a complicated expression: "It seems that whether we can go out or not depends entirely on the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven this time."

Wu Dahu just got the clue of the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the sky from the old man, so he naturally didn't associate it with other things so quickly. Seeing that Song Qinghan's attitude was firm, he thought for a while, and suddenly said: "You mean, he Will it be busy that day?"

He originally wanted to ask about the relationship between the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven and giving birth to a child, but now that he thought about it, it was not enough to have a child just by offering sacrifices to the sky. If Ye wanted more sons, that day would not be easy.