A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

After Song Qinghan finished his meal, he took the porridge prepared for Wu Dahu and did not enter the house for a long time.

When the porridge was no longer cold, he finally gritted his teeth and walked in bravely.

Seeing that Wu Dahu's eyes were tightly closed, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

After feeding Wu Dahu porridge routinely, he suddenly stared at Wu Dahu's face.

Does he really hate this face?Especially in this strange world, a world that is completely inconsistent with his aesthetics.

Even if the next person he likes does appear, is he willing to let go of the person in front of him?

What's more, he lowered his head and looked at his stomach.

Although he didn't want to admit it, this child is still his and Wu Dahu's, isn't it?

He hated those people who gave birth to their own children and didn't raise them the most. Would he also want to become that kind of person?

How sad would it be if his own children knew that his father was an irresponsible heartbreaker?

Just as he was thinking wildly, Wu Dahu's eyes suddenly opened, and he was stunned when he saw him, and he closed his eyes as if trying to pretend to be asleep.

"I figured it out."

Song Qinghan said suddenly, wondering if he learned this endless way of speaking from Wu Dahu.

Wu Dahu subconsciously asked: "What have you thought about?"

Song Qinghan smiled, raised his eyebrows, pointed at his chest and said, "Your heart will be kept with me from now on. I've decided how to keep your heart!"

After finishing speaking, he didn't care whether Wu Dahu understood or not, he turned around and left to help him decoct the medicine.

As expected, Wu Dahu didn't understand, but felt that he seemed to be in a good mood, knowing that his words didn't burden him, he was relieved.

After drinking the medicine, Wu Dahu suddenly remembered something, and said falteringly: "That day... I've worked hard for you, the medicine is so bitter."

Song Qinghan didn't react at first, but when he said that the medicine was bitter, he instantly understood what he was talking about, blushed, coughed dryly, and went into the kitchen with an empty bowl.

That night, although Wu Dahu had a fever again in the middle of the night, it was not serious. Song Qinghan just helped him wipe his body with wine and the fever subsided.

When changing the dressing the next day, Song Qinghan was surprised to find that the small wound on Wu Dahu's body had healed. He looked at the ointment that Dr. Luo gave him, and was very curious about what ingredients were in it, which was actually comparable to antibiotics.

Wu Dahu also knew about his recovery. After asking Song Qinghan, he learned what happened yesterday.

After hearing Xiaoqing's father's reaction, Wu Dahu's eyelids drooped slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

After five days like this, Wu Dahu was finally able to move freely, as long as he didn't use excessive force, the wound would be fine.

Song Qinghan looked at the increasingly scarce rice oil and other items in the kitchen, and fell into worry.

Now that Wu Dahu's injury has not completely healed, and he has a big belly, how can he go to the town to buy things?

He thought about it for a while, but there was no suitable person to trust him to. Anyway, he absolutely didn't want to go to Xiaoqing's father's place. Who knew how much he would have to pay for running errands?

Just when he was about to go to Qian Baozi's place to inquire about the situation, there was a sudden knock on the courtyard door.

Wu Dahu was doing recovery exercises in the courtyard, and he opened it as he approached the courtyard gate.

Laifu's cautious face poked out from the outside, his eyes lit up when he saw Song Qinghan, he cupped his hands and said, "Doctor Song, Zhuer's wound is almost healed, can the stitches be removed?"

Song Qinghan was reminded by him, counted the days and found that it was almost the same, so he nodded and said: "Okay, I will go with you."

When Song Qinghan entered the room to pick up tools, Laifu finally set his sights on Wu Dahu, and after seeing the unremoved gauze on his body, he said in surprise: "Brother Dahu, what's wrong with you?"

Wu Dahu shook his head with a wry smile, and said slowly: "I just happened to meet a blind bear and had a fight with it."

Surprise flashed across Laifu's eyes, he stretched his neck to look into the yard, and exclaimed: "Brother Dahu's kung fu is getting more and more amazing! He was able to escape from Xiong Xiazi, and that Xiong blind man escaped!" ?"

He didn't see the dead body of Xiong Xiazi in the yard, so he asked this question. After all, it is impossible to put something as strong as a dead bear in the room.

Wu Dahu shook his head, thought for a while, and explained: "The blind bear is also dead, but I haven't brought it back yet, and I don't know if it was taken by other animals."

Laifu smacked his lips regretfully, clapped his fists, and said with determination: "If Brother Dahu gets the bear skin, please sell it to me. I will give you a price higher than the market value. Just don't worry. Already!"

Wu Dahu gave him a strange look, and asked in confusion, "You started the fur business?"

Laifu scratched his head embarrassingly, nodded and said: "Almost, I want to give it a try. Isn't it winter soon? Fur must be very easy to sell. I didn't think before that I wanted to earn more money after having a child." , strive to move to the town as soon as possible, and it will be convenient for the children to go to school in the future."

Wu Dahu laughed dumbfoundedly, and nodded to express his understanding.

However, it was not easy for their child to start worrying about going to school not long after he was born.

After seeing Song Qinghan walk out, Wu Dahu's heart skipped a beat. Looking at his round belly, he thought that he had to work hard quickly, and he couldn't let his child live worse than others.

Song Qinghan didn't understand what Wu Dahu was doing staring at his stomach all the time, thinking he was worried that there would be problems if he went to Laifu's house alone, so he comforted him: "I'll be back soon, this time I have the tools, it will definitely be better than that." It was faster to remove the stitches for Xiaoqing's female father last time."

After being reminded by him, Wu Dahu finally noticed the tool in his hand, and said in surprise: "But the knife we ​​made in the blacksmith shop last time? It was ready so quickly?"

Song Qinghan was afraid that he would be jealous when he heard that it was Lin Dafu who did it, so he only said vaguely: "Yes, maybe he doesn't have much business recently, so I'll go first."

Although Wu Dahu felt that his back seemed to be running away, he didn't think much about it. When the door was about to close, he suddenly looked in the direction of the mountain behind.

If it is left for a few more days, the bear skin may not be usable anymore, right?

After arriving at Laifu's house, Song Qinghan saw that Zhu'er's child was raised to be white and fat, so he couldn't help but take a few more glances.

I didn't pay attention in the past, but now it seems that the saying "children look different every day" really has some truth.

After Zhu'er saw Song Qinghan take out the knife, she didn't feel any fear at all. Instead, she smiled and said, "Finally, it's almost healed, don't worry about a black line sticking to your stomach."

When he said this, Song Qinghan noticed that the black thread looked so abrupt on Zhu'er's white and tender belly, and he didn't know what he was thinking at that time. Instead of picking the white thread, he chose the most conspicuous black thread.

However, logically speaking, whether it is white thread or black thread, they are actually not the best suture thread, because they will have a rejection reaction with the body in the later stage. If they are not cleaned up in time, they will cause wound inflammation instead.

While thinking, he quickly disinfected the poison, and without hesitation, he swung the scalpel at Pearl's stomach.

Zhu'er kept raising her head, but she didn't even see Song Qinghan's movements clearly, she realized that the black line on her stomach was gone.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and said happily: "Doctor Song, is this all right? After the wound is completely healed, will there still be this scar? If you get pregnant again in the future, will this wound open?"

Although it was just a casual question, Zhu'er couldn't help shivering when she thought of that scene.

Song Qinghan straightened his waist and confessed seriously: "It is best not to get pregnant within a year after the wound heals. As for whether scars will be left, it depends on the individual's physique. It depends on God's will."

Zhu Er hurriedly nodded, turned to Lai Fu and said, "Did you hear that? You can't conceive within a year!"

Laifu wrote it down seriously, and promised: "Don't worry, I won't mess around. Your health is important, and there are medicines to remove scars. I will buy them for you tomorrow. I heard that Huichuntang sells them. I Go buy a few big jars and come back, and keep them so that you won't leave any scars!"

Hearing what Laifu said, Song Qinghan's heart moved, hesitantly said: "Tomorrow will you go to the town alone? Walk or take a car?"

Lai Fu didn't think too much about it, and replied directly: "Tomorrow, I will take a servant with me. It is enough for the two of us to rent an ox cart. What's wrong with Dr. Song?"

Zhu'er still winked, and asked Song Qinghan: "Doctor Song wants to go to the town to buy something? Why don't you let Laifu bring it back for you, as there will be many seats vacant in the bullock carts around them every time."

Song Qinghan nodded and said embarrassingly: "Dahu is injured, and I have a big belly. I have no rice, oil and other things at home. I am worried about how to go to the town to buy them back. If Brother Laifu is convenient, I will help you." How about I take some with me? I'll make a list for you later."

Laifu quickly agreed, ordered someone to bring the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, picked up the pen himself, and asked enthusiastically, "What does Doctor Song need? Let me help you write."

Seeing that his husband and wife not only didn't find it troublesome, but also offered to help, Song Qinghan's heart warmed up, and he slowly said what he needed.

When he was thinking, Laifu didn't rush him, but instead helped him think about what else he needed to buy at home, and he made a long list in a short while.

Song Qinghan touched his body and said awkwardly: "I came out in a hurry, I didn't bring any money, I'll send it to Brother Laifu later."

Both Laifu and Zhu'er waved their hands, and Zhu'er was the first to persuade: "No need, I haven't paid Dr. Song's consultation fee yet, so let these be part of the consultation fee, and Doctor Song doesn't need to worry about it."

Seeing what he said, Lai Fu followed suit and said, "Yes, we were worried that we didn't have anything we could get at home, so let us do this little effort."