A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

There are people who are willing to try new food. Seeing that the lemonade is delicious, they simply buy a portion of all the things in Song Qinghan's shop. Anyway, the sum is not much money. If it is delicious, they will buy more at that time , if it doesn't taste good, at worst, just buy lemon slices.

After the busiest period, the number of people walking into the alley suddenly decreased. Song Qinghan knew that this was because of lunch, and he had to wait at least half an hour before the next wave of people came.

Just as he was pouring himself a glass of lemonade, two unexpected people suddenly appeared in front of him.

He was so frightened that his hands trembled, and he almost spilled all the lemonade, and asked in surprise, "Why are you two adults here?"

Elder Zhu glanced at Old Man Gao, and said contemptuously, "I'm here to buy something, as for him... he's just a follower."

Old man Gao rolled his eyes, straightened his face, and said seriously: "Nonsense! You followed me because you saw me coming here. Why did you beat me up?"

After finishing speaking, he took the lead and said, "Give me a copy of everything you have here!"

Song Qinghan nodded, and when he was about to pack, he heard Zhu Lao leisurely said: "I want two copies."

Old man Gao's gaze sank, and he said, "Three copies!"

"Four copies." Zhu Lao said directly without looking at Old Man Gao.

"Five copies!" Old Man Gao said with his eyes wide open, as if angry.

"Six."

"You! Seven copies!"

Old Zhu chuckled, raised his eyebrows and said, "Yes, I have seven copies, you don't want it."

Song Qinghan could tell that these two old men came to throw money today, and he wanted to see how they would end up.

Old man Gao glanced at Song Qinghan, waved his hand, and pretended to be bold and authentic: "Give me half of everything in your shop and an extra one!"

He counted well, he only needs to buy half of the things in Song Qinghan's shop and add one more, Zhu Lao can't buy more than him, but after hearing this, Zhu Lao sneered and said loudly: "The things in your shop , I want it all!"

Old man Gao rolled up his sleeves, looking like he was about to fight, pointed at Zhu Laodao: "I said it first! Why do you have to confront me?"

Zhu Lao snorted, looked down at Old Man Gao, and said lightly: "I came in first, and you are obviously against me."

Song Qinghan looked at the two people who were at war, worried that they would really fight, not to mention that if they didn't come back, it would be bad if their family members found them by then, so he persuaded: "My lords, hurry home and have dinner Let’s think about whether or not to buy it after dinner, and I can’t run away from my shop here.”

Old man Gao was about to nod, when he heard Zhu Lao said: "Don't think about it, pack half of it for me first, this is money."

After speaking, he took five silver notes on the counter, looking like a rich man.

Seeing this, Mr. Zhu, although hesitation flashed across his face, he quickly took five silver tickets and said loudly, "Baby, pack it for me first! Let this old man wait!"

Song Qinghan looked at the two in embarrassment, seeing that they were both looking to compete with each other, he sighed lightly, turned around and packed up.

Although the shop is small, half of the items added together are not small. When old man Gao snatched the packaged items and put them on his shoulders, a look of embarrassment flashed across his face.

Zhu Lao didn't miss this embarrassment, he laughed, pointed at old man Gao and said: "You said you can't carry it on your shoulders or your hands, why grab the first one! Hurry home and ask someone to pick it up! Be careful not to twist your waist! "

Song Qinghan also persuaded: "Master Gao, put this thing here first, and you can send a boy to get it later. Why do you have to do this hard work yourself?"

While speaking, he had already packed the remaining half. Old man Gao was hesitant because of what he said, but when he saw Zhu Lao easily mentioning another item, his eyes glared angrily, and he lifted it up to his shoulder with all his strength. Nodding, gritted his teeth and walked out.

Looking at the backs of the two chasing after each other, Song Qinghan couldn't help but shook his head. When he was about to close the shop, he looked down and saw the 1000 taels silver note. He was startled, and hurriedly shouted: "My lords, wait a minute! Give too much!"

Unexpectedly, upon hearing his words, Zhu Lao's footsteps accelerated sharply, throwing away the distance between him and old man Gao.

The old man Gao who was going to stop and wait for Song Qinghan angrily followed, completely forgetting Song Qinghan's words.

Song Qinghan hastily closed the door of the shop, stuffed the bank notes into his arms, and chased them out, but the street was empty, where were the shadows of the two of them?

He hesitated for a while, then raised his feet and walked towards his home. The two old men on the left and right would appear in front of him, and he would just return the money at that time. It seemed that old man Gao came to buy things in his shop.

When Song Qinghan walked into the courtyard, Wu Dahu had just cooked the food and was about to deliver it to him. When he saw that he came back empty-handed, he asked in surprise, "The door is closed?"

Song Qinghan took out the banknote from his bosom, and told Wu Dahu what happened just now from beginning to end.

Wu Dahu pondered for a moment, nodded and said: "I think the same as you, I think this is done on purpose by Mr. Zhu. Probably because you have a way to save his grandson and don't need money, so let's use this method to compensate you. "

Song Qinghan couldn't laugh or cry, sighed, put the banknotes into the room, washed his hands, and sat down at the dining table.

"Fortunately, compared to the previous masters, these two adults are more lenient towards us, but I can finally understand that person now. After all, these two people can't fight or scold, even if They slapped you on the nose, and you still have to take care of them, but you can't even sleep well, and the food doesn't taste good?"

Wu Dahu smiled, fed Xiao Shitou a mouthful of rice cereal, and said softly: "They fight theirs, we pass ours, if you really hit us, sell them laxatives next time, so that they can live better Set the fire on!"

Song Qinghan let out a "Puff", laughing uncontrollably, as if he hadn't thought that Wu Dahu could be so humorous.

After eating, he took the little stone and urged Wu Dahu to rest for a while. Wu Dahu hesitated for a while, and finally climbed into bed obediently.

After Wu Dahu left, Song Qinghan realized that he had nothing to do. After teasing Xiao Shitou for a while, seeing him falling asleep with a smile on his face, he nodded angrily on his face, and carefully put him on the bed .

Just as he was about to take a nap with Xiao Shitou, there was a knock on the courtyard door, followed by Zhu Lao's deep voice.

"Is the doctor there?"

Song Qinghan was stunned for a moment, walked over and said through the courtyard door: "Master Zhu, what's the matter? Your husband is not at home, can you come back at night?"

If it was old man Gao, he could understand that the other party came to get the money back, but if it was old man Zhu, he felt that things were not so simple.

Sure enough, Mr. Zhu seemed to hesitate for a while, before slowly saying: "My old friend came to visit, and I learned that he was suffering from an incurable disease. I couldn't bear it, and I wanted to ask the doctor if he could come for a diagnosis and treatment?"

As if afraid of Song Qinghan's refusal, he hastily added: "Even if old man Gao knew about this, he wouldn't make a fuss, because that old friend was kind to him."

Song Qinghan hesitated and said: "Why does Master Zhu believe in my medical skills so much? Is the illness of your grandson getting better?"

Zhu Laolian said: "It's better, it's better. If it weren't for this, I wouldn't be the first to think of the doctor when I hear about an incurable disease!"

Song Qinghan pondered for a moment, wishing that the old grandson's illness was indeed scurvy, and he didn't know how long he hadn't taken vitamin C, but he could see obvious changes after only one day of supplementation.

Just to treat other people... He hesitated for a while, and opened the door with his hand. Seeing a flash of surprise in Zhu Lao's eyes, he said in a deep voice: "Please, Mr. Zhu, describe the condition of that person first. If it is really an incurable disease, even if I go down, it will be nothing but an empty joy.”

Elder Zhu obviously knew this truth, and directly opened the rice paper in his hand, handed it to Song Qinghan, and said in a low voice: "His illness is exactly like this."

When Song Qinghan saw the painting on the rice paper, he was startled. He reached out and took it. After carefully looking at the person on the painting, he said with a serious expression, "How long has he had this tumor?"

The person who drew this picture had a good brushwork, vividly restored the original appearance of the character, even the color of the tumor on the man's neck was restored to the maximum extent, that's why Song Qinghan showed such a dignified expression.

If it is in modern times, it is not difficult to encounter a tumor. Use a machine to check it to see whether it is a benign tumor or a malignant tumor. If it is benign, it can be removed by surgery. For resection, various methods must be tried to inhibit the growth of the tumor, otherwise, as Zhu Lao said, it will become an "incurable disease".

After hearing Song Qinghan's words, Mr. Zhu said positively: "I heard from him that it has been grown for ten years. At first, it was a fleshy ball the size of a fingernail. Later, it grew bigger and bigger, and it became what it is now. Why? So, doctor, is there any help?"

Ten years... Song Qinghan pondered for a moment, carefully looked at the tumor on the painting, and finally relented after seeing the lightness in the person's eyes on the painting, and said in a deep voice: "How about it? I have to see it myself to know."

Although he didn't directly agree, Zhu Lao understood what he meant, and said happily: "Okay! Doctor, please, he lives a little far away from here. I have already prepared the carriage."

Song Qinghan nodded, went back to the room, picked up the small stone, took the surgical knife, closed the courtyard door, and followed Zhu Lao into the carriage.