A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Song Qinghan knew the importance of breathing method, so he followed the frequency of Chan Gong and corrected his breathing method very cooperatively.

Although it was only a small change, he could clearly feel that his whole body was different, and the pain in his stomach also decreased a bit.

The opening in the belly continued to split, but the speed was getting slower and slower, even approaching nothing.

The production officer suddenly shouted loudly: "It's ok! Use your strength! Use your breastfeeding strength!"

Song Qinghan was frightened by his cry, and the power he had just accumulated was gone in an instant, so he had to adjust his breathing and recharge, releasing all the power to his belly.

It was hard for him to find the rhythm of exerting force, and once he was yelled in his ear by the public servant, he had to start all over again, so this resulted in the result that he had no effect after using all his strength for a long time.

However, Mr. Chan was unaware of his mistake, and even taught him a lesson: "Use your strength! Can't you tell me to use your strength! Hurry up!"

Song Qinghan couldn't bear it anymore, his face darkened, and he said coldly: "Shut up! If you keep making noise, I'll kill you!"

He was already in excruciating pain, but because he had exerted himself for a long time without any effect, he felt bored and irritable, so his tone became a little more serious.

However, the public servant didn't show consideration for him at all. Although he closed his mouth, his eyes stared at him firmly, looking full of resentment.

Wu Dahu also heard Song Qinghan's words outside, and stopped immediately, as if he was afraid that his footsteps would affect Song Qinghan, and stood blankly in front of the delivery room, as if he wanted to see Song Qinghan's current state through the door. The situation is similar.

Song Qinghan refocused his attention on his abdomen, exerted force according to the rhythm of his own breathing, and was overjoyed when he saw a little black hair emerging.

However, no matter how hard he continued, the baby's head seemed to be stuck, only a little hair came out, and the back could no longer move.

The midwife suddenly snorted coldly, and said angrily: "What did I say? The fetus is too big, and it will be difficult to deliver! It's up to you to keep the big and young, and make a decision quickly, I don't have time to waste here!"

As soon as he said this, Song Qinghan's strength was suddenly released. He squinted his eyes and ordered: "Boiling water! High alcohol! Candles! Needle and thread! Get everything ready for me!"

Although his voice was not loud, but because the courtyard was quiet enough, Wu Dahu heard it clearly, acted quickly, and was ready within half a stick of incense, and knocked on the door.

Yuan Wenxuan took the things calmly and placed them beside Song Qinghan's bed.

Song Qinghan said something, Yuan Wenxuan made a movement, and after all the utensils were sterilized, Song Qinghan pulled the corners of his mouth, struggled to lie half down, leaned against the head of the bed, looked at Yuan Wenxuan with bright eyes, and said confidently : "Look good, today I will show you how to heal the doctor himself!"

Yuan Wenxuan was infected by his emotions, nodded solemnly, and watched Song Qinghan's movements without blinking.

Song Qinghan knew that time could not be wasted, the baby stayed in his womb for a long time, it was not a good thing for him or the baby.

After washing his hands and sterilizing them with wine, he decisively picked up the scalpel and felt it calmly on his stomach. After confirming that it was the baby's ear that was stuck, he gestured for a distance and swung the scalpel down.

Seeing him pick up the knife and slash at his belly, the public servant screamed and retreated to the wall.

Yuan Wenxuan glanced at Song Qinghan worriedly, fearing that he would be disturbed by the voice of the public servant, if it caused a mistake...

However, Song Qinghan, who entered the operation state, seemed to have entered a vacuum, as if he hadn't heard of what happened around him, and all that remained in his heart and eyes was the scalpel in front of him.

His hands have always been fast, and when the stroke reaches the appropriate length, he automatically adjusts his breathing and uses his strength.

Because of that knife, more blood gushed out, Yuan Wenxuan's scalp was numb and his heart trembled with fear.

Song Qinghan's eyes were icy cold, as if it wasn't his own belly that was bleeding. After the baby's whole body was exposed, he picked up the scissors, cut off the umbilical cord, and after processing it quickly, handed the baby into Yuan Wenxuan's hands, and ordered: " Swaddling him on the table, washing his body with water and wrapping him up."

After Yuan Wenxuan took the soft and boneless baby, his heart seemed to be suspended in the air. Fortunately, his personality was calm, so he carried the baby over in a calm manner, and quickly poured hot water on it. After wiping it down, pick up the swaddle and wrap it up.

He did this series of actions so smoothly that the Chan Gong had a look of disbelief, and for a moment he couldn't figure out who was the Chan Gong here.

After Song Qinghan handed over the baby, he bit his lower lip tightly, and kept himself awake by transferring the pain, then picked up the needle and thread, and sewed it up carefully.

When the stitching was finished, Song Qinghan seemed unable to hold on any longer, fell back and passed out.

Wu Dahu rushed in immediately after hearing the baby's cry, stopped by the door, rubbed his body, and after the cold air dissipated, he couldn't wait to rush to Song Qinghan's bedside, and saw that he was covered in blood and his eyes were sore , almost shed tears.

It was only after Wu Dahu came in that Grandpa Qin came back to his senses from what he saw just now, went to help Song Qinghan straighten his clothes, and comforted him: "Dahu, your husband is fine. You Tianxiang, you go and see your son, that child is about to lose his grip."

When Yuan Wenxuan heard his words, a rare blush appeared on his calm face, and he explained: "I, I can't hold on, it's just that my posture is not right..."

Wu Dahu stretched out his hand and hugged the sobbing baby into his arms, thanked Yuan Wenxuan with a smile, then took out the purse he had prepared earlier from his pocket, put it into the hand of the laborer, and said in a deep voice: "Look at For the sake of my family's great joy today, I don't care about you, but if you continue to fool people like this in the future, sooner or later someone will punish you!"

Mr. Chan regretted it the moment he touched the purse. If he had known that this family could give so much money, he would not have been so perfunctory!Otherwise, he might be able to get more money, but it's a pity that it's useless to regret it now, not to mention that Song Qinghan had given him a vivid "education class" just now, and now he is like a fox with his tail between his legs, He quietly walked out while saying flattering words.

It's just that after walking out of the courtyard of Wu Dahu's house, his first reaction was not that he was too perfunctory just now, but that this family is too tough, and he might not be able to come in the future...

Wu Dahu carried the baby to Song Qinghan's bedside, and carefully placed the baby beside him.

Grandpa Qin waved to Yuan Wenxuan, and said softly as he walked outside: "Let's go prepare the children's meals, your family will stay here for a while."

Wu Dahu nodded, and after the two left, he sighed softly, stretched out his hand to straighten Song Qinghan's messy hair, and said slowly, "Thank you for your hard work."

If it wasn't for Song Qinghan's miraculous mending technique, how could today's catastrophe be passed so easily?

When he thought that this incident was caused by his failure to find the property owner in advance, he felt extremely guilty.

After Grandpa Qin cooked the rice paste, he quietly brought it in, and said to Wu Dahu: "Let me feed the child, he should be hungry and cry in a while."

As soon as he finished speaking, the baby's mouth closed and it began to cry like a cat.

Song Qinghan was awakened by the crying, and slowly opened his heavy eyelids, feeling a little embarrassed when he saw the baby's face flushed from crying.

This, this should be hungry, but he is a man, how can he feed the child?

Fortunately, Grandpa Qin helped him solve his confusion, scooped up some rice paste from the bowl, blew it cool, and put it into the baby's mouth.

Seeing the baby eating the rice porridge, Song Qinghan asked curiously, "Is he just going to eat this? Will he not be malnourished?"

Grandpa Qin explained patiently: "Children from poor families grow up eating rice cereal. Only rich and noble families have other things to eat, such as precious goat's milk and buffalo milk."

It was also the first time Wu Dahu knew that besides rice cereal, there are other things for babies to eat. After thinking for a while, he asked, "Where can I buy goat's milk, buffalo's milk, etc.?"

When he was hunting in the mountains, he had never encountered animals such as cattle and sheep, so he could only start by spending money to buy them.

Grandpa Qin just heard about it, shook his head, and said regretfully: "I don't know, but the person who told me about it came from the northwest, and it probably won't be sold until there."

Song Qinghan nodded knowingly, but he didn't think it was a pity. Although it is true that feeding dairy products is better for children's development, if conditions do not allow it, then use rice cereal to make do. Anyway, other people grow up like this. Isn't it all good?

But Wu Dahu secretly remembered this matter in his heart, wondering when he would take time to go to the Northwest to see if he could bring a sheep back, even if he didn't need it this time, there would always be a chance to use it in the future.

After feeding the baby, Grandpa Qin suddenly remembered something, and asked, "You haven't named this child yet, have you? Hurry up and discuss a name for it. It doesn't matter if it's a nickname, there must be a name for it!"

Wu Dahu and Song Qinghan looked at each other, as if they were waiting for each other to speak.

In the end, Song Qinghan couldn't help but said: "Then call it Shitou, little Shitou."

Of course Wu Dahu didn't have any opinions, and agreed with him: "Little Shitou is good, it sounds like it's easy to feed."

Grandpa Qin was a little helpless, looking at Xiao Shitou's small face, he thought to himself about these two unreliable fathers, Xiao Shitou really has to be as strong as a rock in the future.

Outside the house, Yuan Boshu saw that Song Qinghan had given birth safely, and Yuan Wenxuan had also formally apprenticed to his teacher. The business at the restaurant could not be delayed, so he didn't stay any longer, took Xiao Ning to say goodbye to Wu Dahu and others, and left in a carriage.

Although Yuan Wenxuan said nothing, but from the way he looked at the direction of the carriage, he knew that he was still uneasy about leaving home to study. After all, no matter how calm his temper was, he was only a ten-year-old child That's all.