A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Song Qinghan watched the whole incident, feeling chills in his heart, and said in disbelief: "Isn't this the state capital? Why is it more chaotic than the town? Such a reversal of black and white can happen!"

Wu Dahu watched the onlookers gradually disperse with complicated eyes, shook his head and sighed: "Every place has its own customs, this matter is indeed beyond my expectation."

He could understand the existence of rogues like the big man, but he couldn't understand the reactions of the officials.

It's fine if you don't speak for the people in the acrobatic troupe, and even obviously favor the big guys. If there is nothing tricky in it, he won't believe it.

And this is what disappoints him the most. There is a trick between the officials and the hooligans. How does this make ordinary people live?Really, as the big man said, they are the kings here.

After the spectators dispersed, only a group of acrobatic troupe remained on the ground. Some of them were obviously children, and it was probably the first time they encountered such a thing. They covered their faces and burst into tears. The voice was so miserable that Song Qinghan followed Heart a sour.

The person who was most seriously injured was the one who fell to the ground first. He was probably the leader of the acrobatic troupe. After struggling to get up, he stooped to pick up the broken props on the ground, and said quietly: "Go back and rest first. Get out of here and try your luck elsewhere."

Some members were unconvinced and said: "Obviously they did something wrong, why did we go! And we don't even have travel expenses, where else can we go?"

The leader wanted to speak, but he suddenly lost his breath and let out a series of violent coughing sounds. After coughing and coughing, he fell to the ground with a "plop", unconscious.

The members of the acrobatic troupe were in a panic, rushed over to help the leader up, and cried, "Boss! Boss! What's wrong with you? Wake up! Don't scare us! Help, help!"

Seeing the panicked expressions on those immature faces, Song Qinghan couldn't bear it any longer, squeezed Wu Dahu's hand, and walked forward abruptly.

Wu Dahu knew what he wanted to do, even though he knew it was risky to do so, he still let him go to the people of the acrobatic troupe and followed them silently.

The two of them are not meddling in their own business, but they are not in the mood to see death and do nothing to save them. Saving a life is considered a little bit of luck.

After Song Qinghan walked over, he squatted down and said calmly: "Rang Rang, let me see what's wrong with him."

Seeing someone willing to lend a helping hand, the members of the acrobatic troupe hurried out of the way and said eagerly: "Doctor! Doctor, please save our boss! Please!"

Song Qinghan signaled them to be calm and calm, quickly rolled up his sleeves, touched the unconscious man, and ruled out the possible causes of his coma.

When he touched the man's ribs, he was startled, and blurted out: "Heavy bleeding caused by broken ribs!"

Even though he has always been calm, he couldn't help shaking his hands after judging such a result, showing a dignified expression.

If a single rib is broken, it is not a big deal, as long as it is fixed, it can be recovered after a period of rest, but if multiple ribs are broken, the blood vessels will burst after being dislocated, causing the internal organs to bleed, even now, it is still a difficult one. Surgery, let alone in ancient times when there was nothing...

Although the people in the acrobatic troupe could not understand his words, they could understand his expression. They knelt down in front of Song Qinghan one by one, begging: "Doctor, I beg you, as long as you can cure Boss , we are willing to repay you like cows and horses!"

Song Qinghan's pupils shook violently, showing the intense psychological activity in his heart.

Is this operation to be done or not to be done?

Just when he was hesitating, a kind-hearted person invited the doctor from Huichuntang.

The doctor was also an experienced person. Seeing the unconscious man's face and the blood on his mouth, he couldn't help but shook his head and sighed softly: "It's probably difficult..."

Having said that, he still grabbed the man's wrist rigorously, took about half a stick of incense, and said regretfully, "I can't recover from it, I can't recover from it! Prepare for the funeral..."

The people from the acrobatic troupe stopped the doctor and begged him humbly to save his boss, but the doctor just waved his hands in embarrassment and escaped with the help of passers-by.

The person who invited the doctor looked at this scene, although he couldn't bear it, but he still hardened his heart: "Prepare for the funeral, this is the well-known Doctor Shi in Huichun Hall, since he said there is no way to save it, then It's really hopeless."

After speaking, he left quickly as if he didn't want to see this cruel scene again.

His words hit the heads of the members of the acrobatic troupe like a heavy blow, they couldn't even cry, they just stared blankly at the face of the unconscious man, each of them looked like a sailboat that had lost its backbone, they could only do whatever they wanted. The violent storm brought them to the unknown abyss...

Seeing this, Song Qinghan gritted his teeth, clenched his fists and said, "I still have a method here, and there is only a one percent chance of saving him. Are you willing to be a dead horse as a living horse doctor?"

Ugly words must be said first, otherwise after giving them great hope and then disappointing them, it would be better not to give hope.

Hearing his words, the members of the acrobatic troupe said excitedly, like a blind person regaining their light: "Yes! Yes! We are willing!"

Seeing this, Song Qinghan simply stated his method, explaining: "Two of his ribs are broken, I need to open his stomach, draw out the dirty blood, adjust the position of the ribs, and then move his stomach If it goes well, he can live, if it doesn't go well..."

"Rip open?!"

The members of the acrobatic troupe lost their voices and looked at each other in disbelief.

In their impression, even the vicious criminals were not punished with such a cruel method as disembowelling, but Song Qinghan told them that disemboweling was necessary to save people. How could they accept this?

This person's stomach was cut open, isn't it a mortal situation?There is no such way to treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor?

Song Qinghan was well aware of their concerns, and he was not prepared to explain it, so he said directly: "Do it or not, it's up to you, I'll count to five, if you don't speak, I will acquiesce in not doing it, and I will resign first gone."

"five."

The members of the acrobatic troupe tensed up and pushed each other, as if they wanted each other to make a decision.

"Four."

Seeing that no one came forward, their expressions began to panic.

"three."

"Quickly decide! Boss is dying!" screamed a younger boy.

"two."

"Why don't you give it a try?" The older man suggested hesitantly.

"one."

"We do it! We do it! Doctor, we agree!"

Before the countdown ended, they finally reached an agreement and shouted out their hearts together.

Song Qinghan let out a "huh", waved his big hand, and ordered decisively: "Carry him to the inn where I live! Be careful to keep his body as stable as possible, and don't shake him, otherwise the bleeding will be more serious!"

The members of the acrobatic troupe moved upon hearing the sound, each responsible for a part, like a stretcher, and steadily lifted their boss.

The reason for going to the inn is firstly because Song Qinghan’s tools are still in the inn, and secondly because this operation has high requirements on the environment. Although he knows that it is impossible to be completely sterile here, he still wants to minimize The effect of bacteria on surgery.

A group of people strode into the inn. Seeing so many people opening a room, the shopkeeper of the inn muttered a few times, and finally it was Wu Dahu who threw ten taels of silver in the past to shut him up.

The reason why he lost so much money was naturally because he had expected that the room would be polluted with blood after the operation, and hoped that the shopkeeper would see the money and not drive them out.

Song Qinghan directed the acrobatic troupe to put their boss on the bed, asked Yuan Wenxuan to light all the candles, and then closed the windows tightly to drive away all irrelevant people.

After finishing all the preliminary preparations, he washed his hands and wiped the man's stomach with wine.

Yuan Wenxuan calmly sterilized all the utensils to be used, put them in his hands, and waited for Song Qinghan to take them.

Song Qinghan took the scalpel, suddenly remembered something, turned to Yuan Wenxuan and said: "Use the quilt cover to fix his hands and feet on the bed, so as not to cause accidents after waking up from the pain!"

Yuan Wenxuan took the order, quickly untied the quilt cover and the sheet, tied the man to the bed in a "big" shape, and simulated his situation after waking up to confirm that he would not let him break free, and then treated Song Qinghan Said: "Okay, Master."

Song Qinghan nodded, took a deep breath, slowed down his fast heartbeat, pursed his lips, and swung his hand violently, moving quickly on the man's stomach.

This operation is much bloodier than caesarean delivery, not only because of the wider incision, but also because of the need to perform some operations on the internal tissues of the human body, and the picture is full of impact.

Yuan Wenxuan was terrified when he saw it, the hairs on his body stood on end, and he wanted to escape from this room several times, but as soon as Fa Xiao appeared in his mind, he immediately developed some courage, clenched his fists, and did not blink Watching Song Qinghan's movements carefully, for fear that he would miss any detail.

If Master can bring back to life the people that the doctor in Huichun Hall said couldn't be saved, does that mean that after he completes his studies, he can also heal those who the doctor said can't be saved?

Holding this belief, he walked closer and closer, as if he couldn't see the blood, and remembered Song Qinghan's movements bit by bit in his mind, quite in a state of ecstasy.