A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Song Qinghan nodded, sent Xiaoqing's female father to the gate of the courtyard, and said in a low voice: "I can't get away here, I can only trouble you, this is the doctor's money, you must take it, if Doctor Luo is here , might as well mention me and Dahu's names, maybe we can invite him here."

Xiaoqing's female father felt that his hands were heavy, and seeing that there were nearly 50 taels of silver in the purse Song Qinghan gave him, he was shocked and wanted to refuse, but he hesitated when he heard the name of Doctor Luo.

If you ask Miracle Doctor Luo, you will probably need this price...

After sending Xiaoqing's female father away, Song Qinghan closed the gate of the courtyard and started to cook medicine on low heat.

Wu Dahu's condition seemed to be getting worse and worse. The sweat on his forehead had already soaked his hair, and his brows were also furrowed, looking very uncomfortable.

Song Qinghan fetched a basin of cold water distressedly, moistened it with a handkerchief, put it on Wu Dahu's forehead, and took another handkerchief to help him wipe his body.

He wiped it for a while, then went to the kitchen to check the condition of the medicine, refilled the fire from time to time, and then walked back to the bed to help Wu Dahu change the handkerchief.

After a few rounds of this cycle, the medicine is finally cooked.

Song Qinghan tasted the medicine, and couldn't help frowning.

Fortunately, there seems to be a saying in traditional Chinese medicine that "the harder the medicine tastes, the more effective it is". Therefore, after the medicine became warm, he tried to do the same thing, pouring the medicine down Wu Dahu's throat.

Only this time, Baishi Bailing's drug injection method didn't work.

Seeing that Wu Dahu seemed to be conscious, Song Qinghan refused to speak no matter how much he squeezed, his heart tightened, he took a sip of the medicine juice, and lowered his head to cover his lips.

It didn't go well at the beginning, a lot of medicinal juice flowed down the corners of their mouths, and when Song Qinghan managed to pry open Wu Dahu's teeth, he found that there was no medicinal juice left in his mouth.

He wiped his mouth with his hand, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and he looked like he would not give up until he reached his goal. He took another big sip of the concoction, lowered his head, and poured the concoction bit by bit according to the trick he had just found. It poured down Wu Dahu's throat.

After going back and forth like this a dozen times, he finally poured the whole bowl of medicine into Wu Dahu's stomach before the medicine became cold.

Song Qinghan washed the bowl and put it back in the kitchen. After rinsing for nearly ten times, he finally got rid of the bitter taste in his mouth.

Who will tell him why other people's medicines are full of beauty, but he only has bitterness? !

Fortunately, hard work paid off, after drinking this bowl of medicine, the temperature on Wu Dahu's body gradually subsided, and his complexion gradually eased.

Song Qinghan heaved a sigh of relief, tiredness swept over him, he simply climbed onto the bed, carefully curled up on the inside of the bed, and folded his hands with Wu Dahu's so that he could notice his abnormality.

I don't know when, Song Qinghan vaguely felt that he had caught a piece of hot potato, and quickly threw "it" away.

It's just that the piece of hot potato seemed to have a spirituality, it turned a corner in the air, and landed on his hand again.

"what!"

Song Qinghan woke up suddenly, turned to look at Wu Dahu, reached out and touched his forehead, almost burned by the astonishing temperature.

His heart clenched, he rolled over and got out of bed as fast as he could, fetched cold water, wiped Wu Dahu's body completely, and then wiped it again with high-grade wine.

Although doing so made the temperature on Wu Dahu's body drop a little bit, it was still astonishingly high.

If it continues to burn at this temperature, Wu Dahu will be burnt stupid before dawn...

Song Qinghan felt a soreness in his heart, held back his tears, and mechanically repeated the action of soaking and changing the handkerchief.

"Do you think you are stupid? You don't even want your own house, and you don't bring any money with you. What are you doing in the deep mountains and old forests? Do you really think you are a savage?"

"If you're really angry with me, just kick me out, or kick me out after I give birth. Wouldn't it be a relief to see me looking down?"

"I'm telling you, you can't just let go and leave me and this annoying little thing in my stomach!"

"Even if you go to the underworld, I will snatch you back!"

"..."

Song Qinghan babbled about Wu Dahu's faults, and as he spoke, tears burst out of his eyes, like a dam that couldn't be closed, and flowed down.

It was supposed to be time for him to sleep, but at this time his mind and body were under overload. If Song Qinghan hadn't been supported by his last belief, he would have passed out long ago.

He looked at Wu Dahu's expressionless face, and said with regret: "I should have stopped you, but in fact, you did it, so why didn't I do it? I obviously like you so much that I don't want to act too much. Now I know I was wrong, you should get well soon, when you are well, I will lock you up so that you can't go anywhere, we both live a good life..."

I don't know if it was his hallucination, but I always felt that Wu Dahu's eyelids moved after hearing his words, but when he looked intently, there was no reaction at all.

Song Qinghan kept busy until the sun rose and the light replaced the darkness, and finally controlled Wu Dahu's body temperature.

Once he stopped, his body lost inertia. Like a marionette that had lost its master, he fell limply on the bed, tilted his head, and fell into a coma.

I don't know how long I've been asleep, when suddenly there was a loud knock on the door, accompanied by Xiaoqing's female father's shout: "Master Luo, Doctor Luo is here, open the door!"

Song Qinghan was startled, his drowsiness disappeared in an instant, he quickly got out of bed, and opened the courtyard door.

Dr. Luo was stunned when he saw him, and said in surprise: "How did you get into this look?"

Seeing Dr. Luo reaching out to help him feel his pulse, Song Qinghan directly grabbed his wrist with his backhand and led him into the room.

"Doctor Luo, it doesn't matter to me, can you help me see how Duhu is doing now?"

Doctor Luo wanted to teach him a lesson, but when he saw Wu Dahu, he threw the words that came to his mouth nine days away.

Priorities, he still knew.

Doctor Luo sat down on the edge of the bed, looked at the wound on Wu Dahu's body for a while, rolled his eyelids for a while, and finally put his hand on his wrist to feel his pulse.

Song Qinghan even forgot to breathe. He nervously watched the expression on Doctor Luo's face. After waiting for about half a stick of incense, he finally couldn't help asking: "Doctor Luo, how are you?"

Doctor Luo slowly opened his eyes, pondered for a moment, and said slowly: "The situation has stabilized, but there are too many wounds on his body, so we can't take it lightly. As long as he doesn't have a fever for three days, he will be fine."

Song Qinghan breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had finally let go of the heavy burden on his shoulders.

Although he was clear about what Dr. Luo said, but the authorities were confused, and if no one else came to tell him, he would probably be in a state of panic all the time.

Dr. Luo looked at Wu Dahu's wound again, and said to Song Qinghan: "He survived, you are a hero! This technique seems to be more skillful than mine, but the ointment is a bit rough. When you changed his medicine today Just put on the medicine I brought."

Song Qinghan nodded, took the fist-sized ointment from his hand, saw that he seemed to be about to leave, and said in astonishment: "Doctor Luo, is there anything else? Like the medicine you drank?"

Dr. Luo was also stunned, and asked back: "Medicine? Don't you have the medicine yourself? Just use the medicine you have now."

Seeing that he was still puzzled, Dr. Luo pointed to the sheet under Wu Dahu's body, where there were still traces of accidental injuries while feeding medicine.

Song Qinghan suddenly realized, and recalled the big bag of medicinal materials that Xiaoqing's father brought, seeing that it could drink for many days, he said: "Okay, I will open it when there is not enough to drink."

Dr. Luo was surprised and said: "So you didn't make this medicine? Did your master not teach you how to make it, and you just handed it over to you?"

Hearing him say "teacher" or something, Song Qinghan knew that it was a misunderstanding when he was selling Luo Han Guo, but now that there are outsiders around, it is naturally difficult to explain, so he touched his head in embarrassment, and said vaguely: "Yes, yes... ...."

Dr. Luo looked at him meaningfully, and slowly said: "I don't know which master is eccentric. If there is a chance, I must meet him for a while."

Song Qinghan was afraid that if he continued talking, he would not be able to make ends meet, so he quickly sent him out and handed him the purse respectfully.

Doctor Luo straightened his face, and sternly refused: "The consultation fee has already been paid by the person who invited me at that time, not to mention that I didn't help much, it's just a bottle of worthless ointment, just use it, if If anything else happens, send someone to find me as soon as possible!"

After speaking, he patted Song Qinghan on the shoulder as a sign of encouragement, then quickly got into the carriage and left.

When Song Qinghan turned around with emotion, he saw Xiaoqing's female father secretly pushing Xiaoqing's father towards him.

Xiaoqing's female father took out the purse that Song Qinghan gave him, stuffed it into Song Qinghan's hand, and explained: "The outpatient fee of Huichun Hall only needs ten taels of silver, this is the rest of the money, Mr. Husband, you can take it .”

Song Qinghan froze for a moment, seeing Xiaoqing's father looking at the purse in his hand distressedly, he didn't know what he was thinking.

He thought for a moment, and said to the two: "You two wait a moment, I will go in and get something."

After he left, Xiaoqing's father immediately changed his face, looked at Xiaoqing's female father angrily, and said angrily: "That's 40 taels of silver! Isn't it yours if they give you it? Knowing this is the case, I won’t help you make this trip, isn’t it a waste of work?”

Although Xiaoqing's female father was so scolded that he didn't dare to look up, he still said firmly: "The money is not ours, it's just helping out with errands, how can it be worth 40 taels of silver? Besides, the big tiger husband helped me treat my illness before, we still don't want it. Did not repay people well."

The truth is the truth, but whether you can listen to it or not depends on the person.

Xiaoqing's father folded his arms and said impatiently: "Didn't we send eggs and beans before? Those are not enough to repay them? One thing is another thing, don't talk about repaying kindness all day long, Besides, for your small wound, just find a doctor, I'm afraid it will be solved in one meal, and I have been tossing for so long, and the family's affairs are all on my shoulders!"