A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Song Qinghan imitated Wu Dahu's habit of going into the mountains in the past, and carefully identified the traces on the road.

Looking at it this way, it really made him see some clues.

Wu Dahu may not be in the mood to erase his own traces. Although the footprints on the road have become shallower, it is enough for Song Qinghan.

The further he walked in, Song Qinghan felt the colder the surrounding air, couldn't help tightening his clothes, slipped his throat, swallowed, and continued to walk forward.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, traces of a fight gradually appeared in front of Song Qinghan, and the scenery along the road overlapped with what he saw in his dream.

This made him even more convinced that what he dreamed just now was what Wu Dahu actually experienced.

Although he was afraid, he still mustered up the courage to speed up and walk towards the place in his memory.

When he saw the familiar tree, his heart tightened, and he couldn't help muttering: "Here we are, it fell here..."

It's just that when he walked under the tree, he didn't see the expected picture.

There was no Wu Dahu or Xiong Xiazi on the ground, only a puddle of blood.

He dipped his hand in the blood, put it between his nose and smelled it, and the tight string in his heart suddenly loosened.

Not the smell of human blood, probably the blind bear's.

Just as he was hesitating whether to continue walking or search in another direction, there was a rustling sound above his head.

Song Qinghan was startled, took a few steps back, raised his hoe, and looked up at the crown of the tree.

If something suddenly jumped out of it, he might be killed instead of trying to save someone.

With a "plop", a heavy object fell from the tree to the ground without a sound.

Song Qinghan took a closer look, and when he saw that the heavy object that fell was Wu Dahu, he hurried over, touched the aorta in his neck, and when he was sure that he could still be saved, he randomly found a few vines around, It was tied to Wu Dahu's body, forming something like a stretcher, and fixed Wu Dahu in place.

After doing all this, he couldn't help but look up. When he saw the huge blind bear in his dream being poked by a branch in a very strange posture at this time, he felt palpitated and quickly lowered his head. , hung the rattan on himself, and dragged Wu Dahu to walk down the mountain.

Wu Dahu is not light, and Song Qinghan has a big belly that is about to give birth, so it is very difficult to carry him.

It took nearly twice as much time to go down the mountain than to go up the mountain. When Song Qinghan stood at the gate of the courtyard, he couldn't help but look back at Wu Dahu worriedly.

Along the way, the scars caused by dragging almost completely filled up Wu Dahu's exposed skin, including his face, and there was hardly a single piece of good flesh.

Song Qinghan didn't dare to waste any more time, dragged Wu Dahu into the room where the small bed was placed, lifted him onto the bed with all his strength, felt his pulse, and when he felt something, his heart stopped beating.

Wu Dahu's pulse was almost gone!

His mind was so flustered that it went blank, but his actions still maintained the steadiness that a doctor should have. He quickly took the surgical knife, disinfected it with wine, cut off all the clothes on Wu Dahu's body, and began to treat his wound .

It's too late to go to the doctor now, and if the bleeding doesn't stop, even if he finds a genius doctor, he won't be able to recover. He can only rely on himself!

Song Qinghan didn't even dare to blink his eyes, he focused all his attention on the wounds on Wu Dahu's body, and dealt with them one by one according to the degree of urgency.

No sleepiness, no tiredness, just cheer yourself up in your heart when your spirit is a little slack, and then continue with the movements in your hands.

After he treated more than a hundred wounds on Wu Dahu's body from beginning to end, and applied the medicine, two hours had passed.

This was the most intensive operation since he came here. When he stopped to feel Wu Dahu's pulse, he found that he could barely stand up, and could barely maintain his balance by leaning against the side of the bed.

Maintaining a high level of mental tension for a long time is a very exhausting thing. The symptoms of hypoglycemia gradually appeared in Song Qinghan's body. When he found that his eyes were starting to appear gold, he pinched his thigh hard and leaned on the wall. Slowly walked into the kitchen.

Wu Dahu was out of danger, his pulse was weak but stable.

But this is just the beginning. It will not be easy for Wu Dahu to fully recover, so he has to maintain his physical strength and energy so that he can finish this protracted battle.

Song Qinghan put the food on the fire at the same time, and after realizing that his movements were much more proficient, he smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled.

So, there is no saying that pregnant men can't do things, but it depends on whether they need to do it or not.

After the work was done, he took a sip of warm water to moisten his chapped lips and throat that was about to burn. Seeing that his condition gradually recovered a little, he hurried back to Wu Dahu's bedside, pinched his chin and Throat, feed him half a bowl of warm water.

It's not good to be a doctor. If you were a person who didn't know much about medicine, you would probably use the legendary mouth-to-mouth method to feed Wu Dahu water. Unfortunately, he knows how to feed a comatose person. Eating, there is no chance to take advantage of it.

After the food was cooked, he took out all the rice, washed some rice again, and cooked it on the fire.

Wu Dahu needs to eat porridge, but he still has one in his stomach. If he eats porridge with him, he may be tossed to death just because of the convenience, let alone the extra meal at night.

Song Qinghan ate all the food in a slow manner, and when he finished eating, the porridge was ready.

He took two clean bowls, poured the cooked porridge back and forth, and when the porridge became warm, he walked to Wu Dahu's bed, and carefully fed the whole bowl of porridge into Wu Dahu according to the way of feeding water. tiger's stomach.

After feeding two bowls in a row like this, he put his hand on Wu Dahu's stomach and touched it. Seeing that Wu Dahu's stomach was basically stretched out, he stopped feeding him.

After he washed all the pots and bowls, he found that Wu Dahu was showing signs of fever.

Fever is the prelude to fever, which is caused by inflammation in Wu Dahu's body. However, there is no antibiotic like aspirin here to solve this problem.

Song Qinghan thought for a while, walked to Xiaoqing's house in the dark, and knocked on their courtyard door.

When Xiaoqing opened the courtyard door, she saw Song Qinghan, and said happily, "You're here! My mother-in-law is fine now, and I want to find a chance to thank you! Come in and sit down!"

Song Qinghan shook his head, and said with a serious expression: "Do you still have the rest of the medicinal materials that your female father hasn't finished drinking? Dumb is injured, and it's too late to go to town now, so..."

Hearing that Wu Dahu was injured, Xiaoqing's heart tightened, and she hurriedly interrupted: "Yes, yes, I'll get it for you!"

Xiaoqing's female father glanced at Xiaoqing's back, walked to the gate of the courtyard, and said worriedly: "How did Dahu get hurt? Is it serious?"

Song Qinghan's eyes darkened, and he said in a low voice: "The one who was scratched by Xiong Xiazi, if he can survive the night, he will be fine, if he can't..."

Xiaoqing's female father naturally understood his unfinished intentions, but he didn't dare to mention how Wu Dahu's father died at this time, so he comforted him: "Don't worry, auspicious people have their own appearance, Dahu Hu has been through many disasters since he was a child, but he can miraculously survive each time, so he will be fine this time!"

Song Qinghan forced a smile, gave a soft "um", and said slowly: "Yes, it will be fine."

Xiaoqing brought a large bundle of herbs, and said to Song Qinghan, "I'll take you home for you, and take a look at Brother Big Tiger by the way."

Before Song Qinghan could speak, Xiaoqing's father came over at some point, stared at Xiaoqing, and said in a stern tone: "In the middle of the night, you are a married woman who is going to see a married man. What does it look like!"

Xiaoqing pursed her mouth and lowered her head, looking very aggrieved.

Xiaoqing's female father was afraid that Xiaoqing would quarrel with his father, so he hurriedly said: "I'll go, I haven't seen Dahu for a long time, I just took this opportunity to visit him."

Song Qinghan saw that Xiaoqing's father didn't say anything even though his face was livid, so he said, "I'm sorry to bother you."

Along the way, it was basically Xiaoqing's father who was talking. Song Qinghan would answer a few questions from time to time, and skip the questions that were difficult to answer. Xiaoqing's father didn't mind much. It's hard, it will definitely get better in the future..."

With a flash of inspiration in his mind, Song Qinghan suddenly understood why Wu Dahu was so entangled in the matter between him and Lin Dafu.

As a man, comparisons are unavoidable. When Wu Dahu sensed the gap between him and Lin Dafu, the sensitive and suspicious personality formed by childhood experiences began to cause trouble. Once the limit of what he could bear was exceeded, the body automatically activated the defense mechanism. , Excluding people and emotions that can hurt yourself, thinking that this will save yourself from being hurt.

However, as everyone knows, this way of self-torture is the most vulnerable to injury.

"Big Husband? What's wrong with you?"

Seeing Song Qinghan standing at the gate of the courtyard and not going in, Xiaoqing's father called him a few times in doubt.

Song Qinghan came back to his senses, quickly shook his head, strode towards the courtyard, and said in a disguised way: "It's nothing, the little guy in my stomach kicked me."

Xiaoqing's female father did not doubt his words, and put the medicinal materials in his hands neatly behind the kitchen, and said with a smile: "I probably know the door of the house, so I kicked you to tell you that you are home. The child Xiaoqing was still there before." I like that when I'm in the womb."

Song Qinghan smiled, led him into the guest room, and came to Wu Dahu's side.

Seeing Wu Dahu's tightly bandaged appearance, Xiaoqing's female father couldn't believe it: "It hurt so many places? This, this..."

He couldn't say the following, so he had to put his hands on Song Qinghan's shoulders, and comforted him: "Your medical skills are so superb, Duhu will be fine, it's too late today, and tomorrow morning I will let my family go to town. Let me invite a doctor here for you, and while you take good care of Dumb, you must also take good care of your body."