A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

When Song Qinghan was halfway through the process, seeing that Zhai Su finally couldn't help showing a painful expression, he didn't pause, but instead accelerated his movements towards the bottom half of the most difficult tumor to deal with.

The reason why Zhai Su was allowed to drink was not for anything else, but to reduce the pain he felt during the operation.

There is no anesthetic or Mafeisan here, so he can only try this stupid method.

His expression was calm, but the bystanders couldn't help but cover their mouths, because this was the only way to stop themselves from making a sound.

Doctor Shi stared at Song Qinghan's movements with scorching eyes. Although he also felt disgusted, he didn't dare to blink, for fear that he would miss any detail. After all, when Song Qinghan performed an operation for the leader of the acrobatic troupe last time, he missed it perfectly. , I dare not miss it this time.

On the other hand, Yuan Wenxuan, after observing the three operations at close range, became more immune to flesh and blood. Looking at the tumor that Song Qinghan cut off in half, instead of feeling disgusted, he analyzed it in his mind possible causes.

Half an hour later, Song Qinghan made the final cut. Seeing that the incision on Zhai Su's chin had been kept to a minimum by himself, he couldn't help but show a relieved expression. After quickly applying the medicine, he wrapped it up in gauze.

Yuan Wenxuan looked at the tumor thrown on the plate by Song Qinghan, and finally felt his scalp tingling, pursed his lips, and asked in a low voice: "Master, how to deal with this?"

Song Qinghan glanced at Zhai Su, and said decisively: "Burn it."

Zhai Su felt that her wound had just stopped bleeding, so she didn't dare to make big movements, she moved her lips lightly, and said slowly, "Let me burn it."

Song Qinghan didn't make a sound, and after thinking for a while, he just said, "Let's deal with it within today, if you leave it for a long time, there will be problems."

He could understand that the patient wanted to personally destroy the culprit who had harmed him for a long time, but this kind of diseased thing is the most likely to attract bacteria. However, if there is a second infection, the gain will outweigh the loss.

Zhai Su was very cooperative and said: "Let the servant bring an iron basin, I will set it on fire now."

The servants arrived soon, Song Qinghan watched Zhai Su get out of bed slowly, threw a candle into the iron basin, and reminded: "Okay, you go back to rest, take out the rest to burn , otherwise it will be bad for your wound."

Zhai Su let out a "huh" and lay back on the bed, with a relieved smile on her expressionless face, she said gratefully to Song Qinghan, "Thank you, Doctor Song."

Song Qinghan nodded, and after tidying up his things, he confessed to Zhai Su: "I have told you the precautions before, just pay attention to what you should eat and what you should not eat. I will check regularly in the next few days Come to check on your recovery, you just have to rest well."

After speaking, he made a "please" gesture to everyone, indicating that they should leave.

Everyone walked until Zhai Su couldn't hear them, and then a lively discussion broke out. Mr. Zhu asked first, "Doctor Song, is this all right? Will Su'er leave a scar?"

If there is a scar, such a long hole, I don't know if Zhai Su will fall into another self-torture...

Song Qinghan shook his head, and said calmly: "Whether there will be a scar or not depends entirely on his recovery and his personal constitution, but even if there is a scar, it will only be a small white mark on the chin, which will not affect anything."

Zhu Lao nodded his head half-understood, and Dr. Shi asked, "How did Doctor Song manage to cut the knife so accurately? I just noticed carefully that you chose the position of the knife very delicately, so the lord's The amount of bleeding is not too much, if it were someone else, even if they knew that it would be enough to cut off the tumor, they would not be able to calculate half of the place where the knife was cut."

Hearing his question, Song Qinghan's chest froze, and he wanted to answer him "I know you well", but then he realized that he was not a person with no background, if Dr. Even with mouths all over his body, he couldn't explain it clearly, so he said vaguely: "Probably because of talent, subconsciously, I felt that there should be a knife."

Doctor Shi showed a surprised expression, but he didn't doubt Song Qinghan's words, and sighed: "That's true, besides talent, what else can explain it?"

Song Qinghan was exhausted after the operation just now, seeing that they had nothing else to do, after saying goodbye, he picked up Xiaoshi and took Yuan Wenxuan home.

After he took a shower and put on new clothes, Wu Dahu also came back from the martial arts gym, but his face didn't look good.

If it was a matter of martial arts, even if Wu Dahu couldn't figure it out, he wouldn't show such an angry expression, so Song Qinghan directly went in the direction of people, and asked tentatively: "But someone tripped you?"

Wu Dahu's face darkened when he heard this, and he frowned and said: "The curator's daughter, since she entered the Liangyi Hall, has always opposed me and encouraged all kinds of people to challenge me, if it's just once or twice, Come here every day, the clay figurine is still angry!"

Song Qinghan nodded in understanding, just like he was doing his own experiments well, but was always being asked maliciously about low-level questions. Even if it was easy to solve, it was a waste of time.

He thought for a while, and suggested: "Can you talk to the curator and ask him to order his daughter not to bother you again?"

Wu Dahu shook his head with a wry smile, and sighed helplessly: "The curator is the most doting on his daughter, not to mention that person has been talking behind his back, there is no evidence that he ordered everything, so I have to swallow this bad breath in my stomach."

After finishing speaking, he saw Song Qinghan's face was worried, and he realized that he had passed on his negative emotions to Song Qinghan, and quickly comforted him: "It's nothing, I've reached a bottleneck in my martial arts practice today, and he asked someone to come here again, So if you can't control your temper, don't worry, I will take care of it."

Although Song Qinghan nodded, he was still thinking about how to help Wu Dahu solve this matter.

How could he not be worried?My husband is in trouble, he is not worried, who is worried?

After thinking for a long time, something suddenly flashed through his mind, and he asked anxiously, "Does that female have a suitor? Someone who has admired him for a long time?"

Although Wu Dahu didn't understand why Song Qinghan asked this question, he nodded cooperatively and replied, "There is a man named Xiao Lin who seems to have liked Xu Ziyu for a long time, so he is the one who troubled me the most."

Song Qinghan showed a clear look, and he was willing to be a spearman for others, and his feelings must be deep.

So he changed the subject and said softly: "Then let's start with him."

Wu Dahu seemed a little puzzled, and asked in doubt, "What to do?"

Song Qinghan's eyes were burning, with an evil smile on his lips, he said mysteriously: "You bring Xiao Lin back, and you will know when the time comes."

Wu Dahu pondered for a while the difficulty of bringing Xiao Lin back, nodded, and brought out the cooked food.

After the two finished their lunch, Wu Dahu continued to go to Liangyi Hall after lunch break, while Song Qinghan went out with Xiaoshi.

He didn't go anywhere else, it was the inn where the leader of the acrobatic troupe was.

The leader of the acrobatic troupe was very happy when he saw his arrival, and said enthusiastically, "Doctor Song, why are you free to come today? Thanks to you, my injury is almost healed!"

Song Qinghan looked at his wound and saw that there was no festering or inflammation. He nodded in satisfaction, and then said frankly: "I don't know how the other brothers are doing now? If you are still here, I have something to do here recently, and I may want to Trouble brothers..."

"Hey, what are you talking about? It's not troublesome. As long as Doctor Song needs it, the brothers will definitely show up immediately. Xiaosi, go and call your brothers back!" his little boy ordered.

Song Qinghan let out a "hey", grabbed the child, and explained: "I don't need it right now, I came this time to see when the brothers are free, so that what I want to do can be done at any time .”

The child looked at his boss, wondering whether he should leave now or not. After pondering for a moment, the leader said straightforwardly: "Okay! Then Xiaosi stay here first, and tell your brothers the news when they come back!"

After finishing speaking, he seemed to be very emotional and said to Song Qinghan: "Brothers have found serious jobs now, thanks to Dr. Song, if there is no such disaster, maybe they will not work so hard , although I can barely make ends meet now, I believe that I will be able to make a career in a short time!"

Song Qinghan smiled, and asked with concern: "Those people didn't come to trouble you again, did they?"

The leader shook his head, a gleam of coldness flashed in his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "They are also afraid of offending Huichun Hall, so they dare not come to me, but they can't find the brothers, so they will let it go after a long time. It's a pity that they can get rid of this It is impossible for us to forget this matter, and we must avenge it in the future!"

Guys always need to be a bit bloody, so Song Qinghan nodded without saying anything, got up and said, "Since brothers are willing to help with this, then I don't have to look for people everywhere. In the evening of the day after tomorrow, brothers who are free will take a little Yi Yirong, put on a scarf to cover your face, and gather at my house."

Hearing his somewhat weird request, although the leader was stunned for a while, he quickly reacted and agreed, "Okay! We must go!"

Song Qinghan saw that there was nothing else to do, so he took the initiative to say goodbye, took a small stone to the market, bought some necessary supplies, and returned home before dark.