A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

"Operation? Stitching?"

Lin Dafu repeated softly. Seeing Song Qinghan's beaming speech, he didn't delve into the meaning of these words, and continued to ask: "Is that all? Have you been staying in a remote place?"

Song Qinghan shook his head vigorously, and denied: "Of course not! I went to remote places to popularize basic knowledge, but in terms of life, I still prefer to stay around towns. First, it is quiet, and second, life is convenient. Everything can be accommodated!"

Lin Dafu could tell that his words were not fake, he nodded thoughtfully, and suddenly asked, "Under what circumstances would you lie? The kind of person who pretends to lie from the beginning to the end."

Song Qinghan denied it directly: "I don't like to lie."

Lin Dafu paused, and said forcefully: "If you have to cheat? What is the reason?"

This question seems difficult to answer. Song Qinghan thought for half a stick of incense before saying: "If telling lies is better for that person than telling the truth, then I may tell lies. Also, if it doesn't hurt people Under certain circumstances, it is more beneficial for me to tell lies than to tell the truth, so I will tell lies."

After hearing this answer, Lin Dafu didn't make a sound for a long time, until Song Qinghan started to yawn, and said: "Go and rest."

Song Qinghan nodded, proud of himself for having survived another half day.

Victory is ahead, and you can go home in two days!

Early the next morning, Lin Dafu seemed to have finally returned to normal, sitting by the bed and watching Song Qinghan before he woke up.

Fortunately, Song Qinghan was already immune to this face, and he got up and asked, "Where are you going today?"

Lin Dafu helped him put on his shoes, and said slowly, "Go to the remote place you said you wanted to go last night."

Song Qinghan was frightened awake after dozing off, and said in surprise, "You actually took it seriously?"

Lin Dafu raised his eyebrows and said, "Could it be that you are lying to me?"

Seeing the anger in his tone, Song Qinghan quickly shook his head and said, "Of course not, it's just that I don't have tools right now!"

"Tools? What tools? I'll order them to be bought."

Lin Dafu said calmly, as if Song Qinghan's worry was nothing at all.

Song Qinghan explained helplessly: "I ordered a set of tools at the blacksmith before, but he said it would take two weeks to get them, and now it's only been less than a week."

Lin Dafu said to the servant without changing his expression: "Go to the iron shop and get back the tools that Qinghan asked for, and say they are the ones ordered by Wu Dahu."

Seeing that the servant left without even asking, Song Qinghan said amusedly: "How could it be possible to get it back today? He even said it would take two weeks."

Lin Dafu didn't explain, just said: "Let's have breakfast first, you will know the result after breakfast."

Song Qinghan disapproved of the arrogance in his tone.

Is it true that money can turn ghosts around?It is not an easy task to make that set of tools, how can it be obtained in one go?

After he finished his breakfast, the previous servant also came back, holding an exquisite wooden box in his hand.

Song Qinghan's eyes widened, he looked at the wooden box without blinking, waiting for the servant to give the final result.

"Reporting to the young master, the things have been brought back."

As the servant spoke, he opened the wooden box, revealing the brand new surgical knives inside.

Song Qinghan took a deep breath and subconsciously said, "No way? Can you really do whatever you want with money?"

Lin Dafu took the wooden box and was amused by Song Qinghan's reaction. He shook his head and said, "Although you can't do whatever you want with money, you can do what's convenient."

He casually picked up a scalpel, doubts flashed in his eyes, and he asked, "This knife is so small, what can it be used for?"

Seeing that his hand was almost touching the blade, Song Qinghan said anxiously: "Put it down quickly! This knife is very sharp, be careful not to cut your hand!"

Lin Dafu paused, carefully put down the scalpel, and handed the entire box to Song Qinghan.

Seeing that Song Qinghan treated the wooden box like a treasure, Lin Dafu asked curiously, "Have you used these things before?"

"of course not."

Song Qinghan quickly turned his words around before revealing his secrets, coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment, and forcefully explained: "I like to ponder after amnesia, and my mind is not bound by worldly rules and regulations, so it is easier to come up with some weird things. Things. These are just things I came up with when I was thinking about them, and they may not be easy to use.”

Lin Dafu had reservations about his last sentence. Although he had never used these things, and he couldn't understand where they should be used, but just by looking at the shape of the blade, he knew it was extraordinary.

Fortunately, if there are no accidents today, Song Qinghan should be able to see these things being used.

He stood up and said to Song Qinghan: "Let's go, some places take a long time in a carriage to get there, so start early so you can come back early."

Song Qinghan hesitated for a while, and said hesitantly: "Can I bring some high-grade wine and gauze?"

Lin Dafu raised his eyebrows, and said without hesitation: "Come here, take two jars of high-quality wine and two bundles of gauze and put them in the carriage!"

Hearing what he said, Song Qinghan finally breathed a sigh of relief, carefully closed the box, held it in his arms, and followed Lin Dafu into the carriage.

He knew that showing his medical skills in front of Lin Dafu would be risky, but as long as he gritted his teeth and kept silent, no one would guess that he was actually a ray of soul from another world.

What's more, compared with the joy of saving lives, this risk is completely insignificant.

What Lin Dafu said was indeed correct, the place they were going to was far away, and it took almost an hour and a half to arrive.

When Song Qinghan got off the carriage, seeing the dilapidated scene in front of him, he couldn't help asking: "Is there really someone living here?"

No wonder he asked this question. There is almost no complete house in this village, and no one works in the fields, just like a deserted village.

Lin Dafu said affirmatively: "Don't worry, there are definitely people, and they are all people who need your help."

Song Qinghan glanced at him, and regretted that he had spoken too much last night.

Even with a scalpel, there is no way without medicine...

However, Lin Dafu seemed to have full confidence in him, and walked directly towards the village, not worried at all that he would not follow.

Song Qinghan, who was "forced to go to Liangshan", had no choice but to cheer himself up in his heart, and calmly followed Lin Dafu's footsteps.

As soon as he entered the village, Song Qinghan heard sobs that seemed to be absent. Although it was almost noon at this time, he felt a chill down his back.

Lin Dafu followed the direction of the voice into a courtyard with a half-closed door, and stopped when he saw the scene in front of him.

Song Qinghan poked his head out from behind him, and after seeing a few people lying on the ground, he asked in surprise, "What's wrong with you?"

The sobbing female was among these people. When he saw someone coming in, he screamed, covered his face with his sleeve, and shouted, "Who are you? Go away! Don't come in!"

Song Qinghan paused, looked at those people carefully, and asked suspiciously when he saw the red blisters on their hands: "Urticaria?"

Lin Dafu glanced at him and asked, "How is it? Can it be saved?"

Urticaria is not a serious disease, and it is basically not fatal, so Song Qinghan nodded and said strangely: "Could it be that hives are the reason why this village is so desolate?"

Seeing his relaxed tone, Lin Dafu explained: "This disease is easy to recur, and no one can cure them completely. Over time, it becomes like this."

Song Qinghan walked forward slowly, saw those people showing alert eyes from behind their sleeves, and said softly: "I'm here to heal you, you don't have to be afraid."

Those people looked at each other, and they all saw the disbelief in each other's eyes. The female man who was sobbing before said sharply: "No one can cure us! What can't be done even by Doctor Luo? Can you do it?"

Song Qinghan was slightly surprised, and asked with a frown: "Master Luo has been here? Can you tell me what the prescription he prescribed for you?"

He didn't believe that Dr. Luo couldn't even cure urticaria. After all, if this disease was treated from the perspective of Chinese medicine, it would be easier to treat.

The man got up angrily and walked into the room, took out a piece of rice paper, walked over and threw it at Song Qinghan's feet before sitting back on the ground.

Song Qinghan picked up the rice paper from the ground. Although he couldn't read the prescription, he could read the doctor's order.

After reading this piece of paper, he suddenly understood why these people were so desperate.

Anyone who learns that his disease is not even clear about the cause of the disease will have a mental breakdown.

It's nothing to be unable to be completely cured. It's the scariest thing to know when you will get sick.

Seeing that Song Qinghan remained silent for a long time, the man sneered and said, "Have you finished reading it? Anyway, this prescription is useless, so take it if you want!"

Song Qinghan shook his head, put the prescription in his hand, and explained: "I didn't come here for this prescription, can you come in for a while, and let me check your condition."

The man looked at the eyes of other people, finally gritted his teeth and said, "Since it's what you want to see, don't blame me!"

He got up aggressively and walked back into the room.

Anyway, no matter whether Song Qinghan came to see a doctor for them, or simply to satisfy his curiosity, it would not hurt to show him. If he dares to laugh at them, don't blame them for being ruthless!

The others probably had the same idea, they all straightened up, looked in the direction of the room intently, and waited for the final result.

As soon as the door was closed, the man took off all his clothes and stared at Song Qinghan with a complicated expression.

However, unlike what he had imagined, instead of showing a disgusted expression, Song Qinghan walked forward quickly and carefully observed his rash.

The expression on Song Qinghan's face was focused and serious. On the contrary, he looked a little embarrassed at the man, shrank his body, and asked, "What's wrong? Did you see anything?"