A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Grandpa Qin waved his hand and explained: "That's because I was not careful. No matter who I send the clothes to, something will happen. What does it have to do with the Duhu family? You son, go back quickly!"

Xiao Ning said indignantly: "If it's just one time, you won't have any accidents. Who knows that they are not at home every day, and you send them every day. That's the problem! Don't blame them who?"

Song Qinghan's heart tightened, he looked at Wu Dahu, and said, "Grandpa Qin, is that really the case? We had some incidents recently, so we were not at home. I didn't expect to make you suffer."

Grandpa Qin saw that things turned out like this, it was not good to admit it, nor to deny it, so he said with an ugly face: "It's none of your business, don't listen to this kid's nonsense, as long as you get the clothes, go back quickly !"

Wu Dahu frowned, and said in a deep voice: "Although this matter was not caused by us on our own initiative, it was caused by us. We will give you an explanation. Come with me to the town. It didn't turn black."

Grandpa Qin refused directly: "No need! I prepared herbal medicine myself, and it will be fine after a few days of application. Why waste that money!"

After finishing speaking, he sat on the bench angrily, folded his arms, and looked like "no discussion".

Seeing Grandpa Qin's stubborn character, Song Qinghan thought for a while, and suggested: "Why don't you sit on the bed and let me take a good look at your legs? Although I'm not a serious doctor, I've learned half-heartedly. Might it come in handy?"

Xiao Ning stood beside Grandpa Qin, and said sarcastically: "You said you were half-baked, so what are you doing to shame yourself? This leg is a big deal. Grandpa has been wasting time for so long, and I don't know if I can still do it." If it is cured, if Doctor Luo is willing to take action, maybe there is still a chance..."

Grandpa Qin patted Xiao Ning's hand suddenly, frowned and said, "Xiao Ning! Stop talking nonsense, go back and prepare dinner!"

Although Grandpa Qin's blow was not severe, it made Xiao Ning feel that her self-esteem was wounded, her eyes were red, she stomped her feet, and said angrily, "I'm not doing it for your own good? Why don't you think about who beat you to death?" After carrying it back, I helped you to dispense the medicine again! Since you don’t need it, I will never come to help you again!”

After speaking, he strode away while wiping away tears.

Song Qinghan frowned, sighed suddenly, went to help Grandpa Qin stand up, and persuaded: "Xiao Ning is also kind, we will not blame you, you can relax."

Seeing Grandpa Qin looking worriedly at the direction Xiao Ning left, Wu Dahu also persuaded him: "The child is very angry, and he will come to see you soon after his anger subsides. Don't worry too much."

Grandpa Qin shook his head, with a gloomy look in his eyes, he said slowly: "Xiao Ning is a kind-hearted kid, and he knows that he came to my side to help, and after being found out by his mother-in-law, he will inevitably be taught a lesson, but he still persists. Come, in fact, this is also good, it is a waste of time and energy to spend time and energy on me, a bad old man, I hope he will never come again in the future."

Although he said so, both Song Qinghan and Wu Dahu could clearly feel that he really hoped that Xiao Ning would come again. They looked at each other and decided to have a good talk with Xiao Ning later.

With the support of Song Qinghan, Grandpa Qin sat on the edge of the bed, put his legs on the edge of the bed, and slowly untied the gauze wrapped around his feet.

Song Qinghan couldn't help frowning after smelling the strong stench emitted by the mixture of herbs and rotten meat.

"You're tied too tight, Dug, go home and get that set of tools, wine and gauze."

Wu Dahu left in response, not giving Grandpa Qin a chance to refuse.

Grandpa Qin had no choice but to say to Song Qinghan: "I'm old with old arms and legs, and it's not easy to treat, so you don't have to worry about it."

Song Qinghan shook his head and said affirmatively: "It can be cured, don't worry, I'll boil the pot of water, you wait here for a while."

After speaking, he walked into the kitchen familiarly and put water on the fire.

He just took a general look. Grandpa Qin's leg was not broken. It should have been scratched by stones and other objects on the road after he fell to the ground. Even the medicine was not changed frequently, which resulted in the current appearance.

Speaking of which, this method of "saving medicine" is still practiced in modern times. Song Qinghan did not see such cases in the past.

Generally, those who do this kind of thing are middle-aged and elderly people whose children stay away from them. One is to save money, and the other is that no one reminds them. When things become more serious, they will be willing to go to the hospital to find out why. As a result, the best time for treatment will be delayed.

After the water boiled, Wu Dahu also came over with something.

Song Qinghan moistened his handkerchief with boiling water, and carefully cleaned the herbs off Grandpa Qin's feet.

This kind of herbal medicine is usually crushed before putting it on. The dross is thick and thin, and it is not easy to get rid of. It took Song Qinghan a whole stick of incense to get it done.

After the herbs fell, the rotten meat was exposed to the air unreservedly. Grandpa Qin couldn't help but sighed, shook his head, and said softly: "This leg is useless..."

Song Qinghan didn't offer much comfort, and while sterilizing the things to be used, he said to Wu Dahu: "Hold Grandpa for a while, it hurts a little when cutting the flesh."

Grandpa Qin was taken aback. Although he was quite old and had experienced ups and downs, he still couldn't help shrinking his legs when he heard the word "cutting flesh".

Wu Dahu comforted: "Don't worry, this is Song Qinghan's specialty, it will be fine in a while, it doesn't hurt too much."

When he said that "cutting meat" was Song Qinghan's specialty, Grandpa Qin's eyes flashed with surprise, and he looked at Song Qinghan carefully. He didn't understand what he used to do. Expertise.

But Song Qinghan didn't have time to explain. With a wave of his hand, he quickly moved on Grandpa Qin's leg.

Wu Dahu looked at Song Qinghan's serious face, and for some reason suddenly thought of himself when he peeled the bear's skin, and couldn't help showing a smile on his lips.

Grandpa Qin had a lot of carrion, so unlike the previous two times, he removed all the carrion before Xiao Qingxi and Zhu'er could react.

Fortunately, Grandpa Qin was already mentally prepared. Without Wu Dahu's help, he gritted his teeth and endured the pain.

When Song Qinghan finished what he was doing, Grandpa Qin couldn't help but a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He knew why Wu Dahu said that "cutting meat" was Song Qinghan's specialty. After cutting so much, he didn't even bleed at all. He just cut off the broken meat and left the growing fresh meat.

However, this was not over yet, Song Qinghan used candlelight and wine to sterilize the scalpel again, pointed Grandpa Qin's leg to the light, and carefully picked out the dirty things hidden in the flesh.

Grandpa Qin endured the pain, looked at the small pebbles on the ground, and said in surprise: "There are still pebbles in it? I thought my eyes were good enough, but I didn't expect Mr. Dahu's eyes to be even better. Even such a small stone can be seen."

Song Qinghan didn't answer, and continued to focus on Grandpa Qin's legs, checked it carefully, and finally breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there was nothing dirty.

It's not that he has good eyesight, it's just that he is too familiar with the shapes of these flesh and blood.

An ordinary person would naturally not be able to see those pebbles that were submerged in flesh and blood, but he could easily find the foreign objects hidden under them by virtue of the abnormal texture of his muscles.

In fact, if you talk about it in detail, it's not difficult, as long as you are familiar with it.

It's just that after dealing with the external wounds, Song Qinghan felt a little troublesome.

Just by looking at it before, I concluded that Grandpa Qin had no fractures, but when I touched it just now, I found that he had a few slight fractures. If he didn't take care of it, even if the wound healed, his legs and feet would still be inconvenient to move.

Seeing that Song Qinghan was lost in thought, Wu Dahu took out the jar of ointment left by Dr. Luo from his bosom, and asked tentatively, "Is this useful?"

Song Qinghan subconsciously took the jar of ointment, nodded, and said to himself: "It would be great if there was plaster..."

plaster?Wu Dahu thought for a moment, then asked, "What do you need plaster for?"

Song Qinghan helped Grandpa Qin apply the medicine, and said: "Fix it, if you leave it alone, even if Grandpa Qin basically doesn't move much, it will inevitably cause the bones to shift. Only when it is fixed can he recover. faster."

Wu Dahu thought for a while, then suddenly turned around and walked out of the room without making a sound.

Song Qinghan didn't care, and after helping Grandpa Qin with the good medicine, he confessed softly: "Grandfather, you should try not to get out of bed for the next three days. As for the food, Dahu and I will prepare it for you. After three days I'll check the recovery situation, if it doesn't work, I'm afraid we'll have to invite Miracle Doctor Luo."

When Grandpa Qin thought that he was going to delay their work, he felt a little bit uneasy, waved his hands, and refused: "It's not a waste of time to cook, I'll do it myself, you are busy with your work!"

Song Qinghan's face suddenly became serious, and he said seriously: "Dahu is sick now, and I'm pregnant again. Both of us have nothing to do. It's not a big deal to take care of you. Don't refuse any more. If you don't cooperate with me for treatment If not, then I will not let you see this child."

As he spoke, he pointed to his big belly, as if it contained some rare treasures.

Grandpa Qin was dumbfounded by his threat, but he really couldn't refute it. After hesitating for a moment, he reluctantly agreed: "Well, no matter how well you recover in three days, you don't have to worry about me as a bad old man anymore. Anyway, if a leg is broken, it won't delay the matter, if the eye is broken, then I really can't live..."