A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Song Qinghan pointed to the ulcer on his thigh, frowned and asked, "What's going on? It's impossible for hives to cause such a serious injury."

A look of pain flashed across the man's face, he clenched his fist and said slowly, "I cut it myself."

Although Song Qinghan didn't ask him why, but he could see his thoughts from his expression, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Because you think the rash is not pleasing to the eye?"

Seeing the man bowed his head and said nothing, Song Qinghan opened the door and said to Lin Dafu, "Please help me bring the wine jar and gauze in."

Lin Dafu was stunned for a moment, then returned to the carriage, and personally moved the wine jar and gauze into the room.

The female man hid in the corner, watched Song Qinghan send Lin Dafu away, closed the door, and finally said: "What are you going to do? Do you really have a way to cure our illness?"

Song Qinghan smiled, opened the wooden box, picked out the scalpel, and said while performing routine disinfection with wine: "Don't talk about hives, if you don't treat those festering wounds, this leg will be useless by then. "

Seeing what he said so seriously, the man had an obvious disbelief expression on his face, thought for a while, and said: "It will be fine after a few more days in the sun, but it's just a little flesh injury, and it didn't hurt the bones. How about the leg? May be scrapped?"

"Sunshine?" Song Qinghan repeated it in surprise, and then said amusedly: "Who told you that sunbathing can cure your disease? Sometimes sunbathing not only can't cure your disease, it might even cause your disease."

After saying this, he paused for a moment, with an enlightened expression on his face.

yes!The sun is also one of the causes of urticaria, and because the sun is there almost every day, most people will not think of the cause of the disease on the sun, thus delaying the time to find the allergen.

When he was lost in thought, the man retorted: "The sun is the source of life, how could it cause our diseases? No one can save us now, only the sun!"

When Song Qinghan came back to his senses, the man was almost getting dressed, and he seemed to be planning to go out and continue basking in the sun.

"Wait!"

Song Qinghan stretched out his hand, stopped in front of that person, and stopped him.

Although the man stopped what he was doing, but judging by his expression, he was clearly still unconvinced. He folded his arms and said, "What else do you want?"

Song Qinghan took a careful look at that person and found that he was a rather delicate male. If he hadn't been persecuted by hives, he would probably have married a long time ago and lived a completely different life from now.

"What's your name, how old are you?" he asked suddenly.

The man was stunned, and said impatiently: "You Yunyun, 19 years old."

Song Qinghan nodded and continued: "You Yunyun, do you dare to make a bet with me?"

You Yunyun didn't understand what he was going to do, so he said angrily, "Say it straight, I have no money or rice, why should I bet with you?"

Song Qinghan pointed to his body, and said seriously: "Of course it's a bet on his body."

Probably because he was afraid that You Yunyun wouldn't understand, Song Qinghan continued to explain: "I'll help you remove the festering wound, you continue to take the prescription prescribed by Doctor Luo, and at the same time follow my orders, if the hives don't recur within a month , From now on, you will do what I say, how about it?"

You Yunyun frowned, and asked, "What if you get sick?"

Even so, he hoped that he would lose in this bet.

Within a month, no more illnesses, just think about it and feel good.

Song Qinghan smiled confidently, and said: "If you strictly follow my instructions and still get sick, then I will let you deal with it."

You Yunyun glanced at him with disgust, and said amusedly: "You are a pregnant man who is about to give birth, what should I do with you? How about this, if you lose, you can give your child to me, how about it?"

Song Qinghan opened his mouth and wanted to agree, but he hesitated at the critical moment, shaking his head and said: "This child is not mine alone, I can't make the decision, let me bet on myself, if I lose, I will wait until the child is born How about coming to serve you?"

You Yunyun was just joking at first, but when he saw that he was speaking seriously, he nodded indiscriminately, and said, "It's up to you."

Under Song Qinghan's order, he took off his clothes again and sat by the bed like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Song Qinghan sterilized the things in his hands again, wiped You Yunyun's festering wound with wine, then raised his head and calmly said to him: "It will hurt a little, bear with it and don't move around."

You Yunyun smiled wryly, and said: "To me, pain is no different from eating and drinking, so you don't have to worry."

Hearing his words, Song Qinghan paused for a moment, then swung the knife without any hesitation, and moved on You Yunyun's wound.

His movements were so fast that it was over before You Yunyun felt the pain.

During bandaging, You Yunyun felt the pain, looked at Song Qinghan in surprise and said, "Your sword skills are really good!"

Song Qinghan didn't make a sound. After bandaging him up, he sterilized the tools with wine and continued to treat the next wound.

Although the wounds on You Yunyun's body were not many, they were festered very badly. If he didn't take care of them early, he would know whether his legs were really going to rot within a month.

After treating all the wounds, Song Qinghan straightened up and said, "Okay, one month from now, you can't step out of this room during the day, and the windows can only be opened a little bit to let the sun shine on you. If you want to act, just go out on a moonless night, understand?"

You Yunyun shook his head in resistance and said, "Why can't you bask in the sun? I will die. And why can't you even look at the moon?"

Naturally, Song Qinghan couldn't tell him that the moon reflected sunlight, so he coughed lightly and said, "This is our bet, you must do what I say, and I can guarantee that you will definitely not get sick this month. "

Betting or not is actually not important to You Yunyun, what he cares about is Song Qinghan's last words.

"Really won't get sick?" He asked dubiously.

Song Qinghan chuckled lightly, and said, "What did I lie to you for? By the way, you must continue to take the medicine of Dr. Luo. I believe that when you drink this medicine for the first time, it must be useful, right?"

You Yunyun nodded hesitantly, and recalled: "After drinking it, it really got better soon. At that time, we were very grateful to Dr. Luo, but we didn't expect to get sick again after a few days, although it will be better after drinking it. , but it won’t be long before the disease occurs again, and this repeated, giving people hope and despair, it’s better not to drink at all, so when we get sick later, we won’t take medicine anymore.”

Song Qinghan understood and said: "Continuing to get sick will indeed make people collapse. This time you pick up the prescription again, add what I just said, and try it together to see if it will happen again."

Seeing that he seemed to have a plan in mind, You Yunyun hesitated for a while and finally said: "Then I'll try again, if it doesn't work, I'm fine, those people outside will tear you apart."

Song Qinghan shook his head and said: "It's okay, I'll go out first, you can rest here."

After he went out, those people outside surrounded him, but the door was closed and they couldn't see anything, so they had no choice but to ask Song Qinghan directly: "What did you do to Yunyun? If something happens to him, we will I won't let you go!"

Song Qinghan's expression was light, and he said calmly: "I asked Yunyun to cooperate with me in finding a way to rescue you. The results should come out in a month's time, and I will come again at that time."

Seeing those people talking loudly with You Yunyun in the room, Song Qinghan waited patiently for a while before saying: "I know you are definitely not willing to obey my order, so I will just bandage your wounds , As for the hives, it depends on God's will."

Those people looked at each other hesitantly, and finally followed Song Qinghan into another room one by one, allowing him to cut off the festering area with a scalpel, and then wrapped it up with gauze.

Although there was some pain in the wound, the villagers had to admit that after cutting off the festering place, their bodies felt much more relaxed, at least the feeling that the whole body was emitting a rancid smell was gone.

Although Song Qinghan knew that they would not follow his own way, he patiently explained it to them until they showed an impatient expression.

After leaving this family, Song Qinghan followed Lin Dafu to several other families, and did the same thing.

After the whole village was gone by them, Song Qinghan finally breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and sighed: "It is really not easy to save the dying and heal the wounded. Fortunately, there are still people who are obedient. If they are not obedient, then That's bad."

Lin Dafu looked at him, a strange color flashed in his eyes, and he said slowly: "I have never seen you look so serious before."

Song Qinghan was so tired that he didn't even want to move a finger, let alone explain. He just laughed lightly and didn't make a sound.

When they returned to the Lin Mansion, it was nearly dark. After the two of them finished their dinner, Song Qinghan didn't even digest his food, so he went back to his room, took a shower, and went to bed.

He slept deeply this time, and when he woke up the next day, it was already high in the sun.

Lin Dafu did not appear by the bedside, which was both reasonable and unexpected.

Song Qinghan took a seat at the dinner table, seeing that the dishes were much less than usual, he couldn't help muttering in his heart: Could it be that Lin Dafu didn't even let him eat because he was leaving?

Fortunately, the appearance of Lin Dafu overturned his assumption, not only that, but also surprised him.

Looking at the suspicious traces of pot ashes on Lin Dafu's face, Song Qinghan asked tentatively, "Did you cook this dish yourself?"

Lin Dafu put the dish in his hand in the middle of the dining table, and said with a smile: "Yes, I'm not very skilled in cooking for the first time. If it doesn't taste good, don't eat it."

Song Qinghan glanced at the few dishes that came up later, and in terms of appearance, they really didn't look very good.

He picked up a slice of meat with chopsticks, and put it into his mouth under Lin Dafu's expectant eyes.