A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Yuan Wenxuan subconsciously shook his head. Although he couldn't understand Song Qinghan's words, he memorized all the introduction just now, and when he was alone, he thought slowly, and I believe he could figure it out.

It's just that such a reaction didn't please Song Qinghan. After seeing his doubts, Song Qinghan turned down and asked, "Is there really no question to ask? Then tell me to see what you understand."

Yuan Wenxuan originally thought that Song Qinghan would be a good-tempered and patient master, because he couldn't react to his sudden cold face, his heart tightened, and while recalling, he repeated all that Song Qinghan said just now.

Song Qinghan was slightly surprised. It seemed that Yuan Wenxuan's memory was so amazing that he was able to write down all the words he said casually. It seems that what Yuan Boshu said before was not lying to him, and he was even modest .

This Yuan Wenxuan is simply the child prodigy in the book!

It's just that this didn't satisfy him, he said in a deep voice, "This is my word, what's your own understanding? What do you think this knife can be used for?"

He casually picked up a scalpel and gestured at Yuan Wenxuan.

Yuan Wenxuan pursed his lips, and tentatively said, "Cut, cut meat?"

Song Qinghan laughed, put the scalpel back into the wooden box, shook his head and said: "I'm too anxious, your basic skills are not solid yet, you go to the corner and get the booklet, and read the contents of the booklet yourself first Once again, after I finish giving birth, I will teach you one by one."

After speaking, he lay weakly on the bed, clenched his hands into fists, trying not to let himself cry out in pain.

With nothing to divert his attention from, the pain amplified in his nerves, making him unavoidable.

Yuan Wenxuan took the booklet, and was delighted to have a book to read, but when he saw Song Qinghan's expression, his heart tightened suddenly. Just as he was about to go out, he ran into Xiao Ning who came in with boiling water and a handkerchief.

Xiao Ning seemed a bit restrained, but Yuan Wenxuan directly brought over the water basin, moistened it with a handkerchief, covered Song Qinghan's forehead, squeezed his palm, and comforted him: "Master, it's okay, just call out if it hurts." Just make a sound, hold it in for a while and you won’t have the strength.”

Hearing this, Song Qinghan and Xiao Ning looked at Yuan Wenxuan in amazement, as if they didn't expect him, a little boy, to know these things.

Yuan Wenxuan saw their doubts, smiled, and explained: "I read medical books when I have nothing to do at home. I have never eaten pork but I have seen pigs run away."

Song Qinghan was distracted by the strength of his hands, and asked in surprise, "This is... an acupuncture point?"

Yuan Wenxuan's hands paused, and he said with some hesitation: "Master, is it correct to press like this? I have tried it on myself before, and pressing like this can indeed reduce the pain."

Where did Song Qinghan learn about the distribution of acupoints? That sentence was just a question, not intended to point out Yuan Wenxuan, so after listening to his words, he said honestly: "I don't know, but there are no key acupoints on my hand. It should be fine."

A strange light flashed in Yuan Wenxuan's eyes, he pursed his lips, and continued to move his hands.

This master... seems to be completely different from other doctors.

Acupuncture points are the basic skills of traditional Chinese medicine. Even if he is self-taught, he knows a little bit, but his master seems to have never learned it at all. Fortunately, this master is honest, and he does not pretend to understand or brag about it. Dayton, this made him quite relieved.

If Song Qinghan knew about Yuan Wenxuan's mental activities, he would probably be dumbfounded.

It is precisely because I don’t know anything about acupoints that I can’t brag. Those who can brag are usually at the level of half a bucket of water. They know a little, but they are not proficient. Although they can’t fool people who understand, they can fool people who don’t know People, it is enough.

Grandpa Qin also came in at some point, and drove Yuan Boshu and Xiao Ning out, but was stopped by Song Qinghan when he was about to drive Yuan Wenxuan away.

Although he explained that he wanted Yuan Wenxuan to feel the tension of being a doctor in advance, Grandpa Qin kept shaking his head and said, "Isn't this a nonsense? How can you leave an underage child in the delivery room? The child doesn’t need a doctor either, by the way, what about the obstetrician?”

After hearing that Wu Dahu was only going to ask for the birther now, Grandpa Qin sighed deeply, and said helplessly, "Why didn't this child come to ask me before? But I'm also to blame. I didn't think you would not know these things. Come on, let me stand for a while."

He put the pillow under Song Qinghan's waist, glanced at Yuan Wenxuan's figure out of the corner of his eye, and deliberately said fiercely: "Why don't you go out? You will get a needle's eye if you look at it!"

Yuan Wenxuan glanced at Song Qinghan, saw that he didn't say anything, and knew that he still hoped that he would stay, so he calmly said: "Generally, a doctor may not be needed for childbirth, but what if it's a difficult childbirth? Or other circumstances? At that time, if you are at a loss, it is better to be mentally prepared now, and it is right to accumulate experience."

Grandpa Qin didn't want to say anything serious to him, so he just said: "You are a man, even if the labor is difficult, I won't look for you!"

Yuan Wenxuan straightened his face and said seriously: "There is no distinction between men and women in medical skills. If you say so, wouldn't female and male doctors also be able to treat men? But as far as I know, Doctor Luo was in the palace back then. It's a man's disease."

Seeing that he couldn't beat him, Song Qinghan didn't say a word, Grandpa Qin simply let go, waved his hands and said: "Okay, okay, then it's up to you."

He tidied up the bedding, adjusted Song Qinghan's posture, and let the soles of his feet rest on the bed to exert strength.

Song Qinghan's eyes fell on his stomach, and after seeing the belly slowly cracking, he couldn't help shouting: "It's about to give birth! It's about to give birth!"

Grandpa Qin was also a little nervous, but he said calmly: "It's still early, save your energy, I'll cook a bowl of soup for you."

After he walked into the kitchen, Wu Dahu finally rushed back with a panting production man on his back.

While calming down, Mr. Chan complained: "This is the first time I've been 'robbed' by someone! If it wasn't for the fact that the baby in that family has already given birth, they might tear you to pieces!"

Wu Dahu wiped off his sweat, and urged Chan Gongdao: "Go in quickly, my husband is still waiting inside."

The production officer walked into the delivery room without haste, washed his hands with hot water, looked at Song Qinghan's stomach, and said plainly: "It's still early, prepare him something to eat first, ginseng slices are the best."

As if he expected to use ginseng slices, Lai Fu walked to the door suddenly and stuffed Wu Dahu with a whole piece of ginseng.

He was also relieved when he saw that the midwife was in place. The midwife who delivered Zhu'er had no time now, and he was worried that he would not be able to give Wu Dahu an explanation. Tiger is happy.

Wu Dahu didn't say much, just patted Laifu on the shoulder, grabbed the ginseng and walked into the kitchen.

Seeing that there were already enough people in the yard, Lai Fu didn't stay here to join in the fun, and left after saying hello to Wu Dahu.

It happened that Grandpa Qin had also cooked the chicken soup. Seeing that Wu Dahu had brought in the ginseng, he cut it in half and threw it into the chicken soup.

After cooking the chicken soup, Wu Dahu wanted to go in, but Grandpa Qin blocked the door.

Song Qinghan's clothes were wet with sweat at this moment, and he didn't want to let Wu Dahu see his distressed appearance, so he stood by Grandpa Qin's side and refused to let Wu Dahu come in.

Although the chicken soup with ginseng was not that delicious, Song Qinghan still drank it all at once, chewing all the meat and ginseng into pieces and swallowing it into his stomach.

After eating the hot soup, his belly seemed to have received energy, and the opening speed suddenly increased.

As the belly gradually opened, some unknown liquid also slowly flowed out, and there were streaks of blood, reflected on the snow-white belly, which looked extremely terrifying.

Although Yuan Wenxuan was already mentally prepared, he still couldn't help frowning when he saw this scene.

It was a good thing to open the belly, but the face of the laborer became ugly. He gently touched Song Qinghan's belly with his hand, frowned and said: "The speed of opening is too slow, the fetus is too big, I am afraid it will be a difficult delivery."

Grandpa Qin's complexion changed, and he said angrily: "You haven't tried hard yet, how can you say it's difficult to give birth now? Where are you from?"

Mr. Chan was robbed by Wu Dahu, and there was a resentment in his stomach. At this time, he was questioned by Grandpa Qin, and his attitude became worse. He looked as if he would not do it, and said coldly: "You can do what you want. Ah! I have delivered more children than you have eaten, do you need to talk?"

Grandpa Qin was blocked by his words, looked at Song Qinghan who was lying on the bed and screamed in pain, worried that he might miss something, and immediately softened and said: "It's my old man who can't speak. You adults don't care about villains, just ignore them!"

Seeing him tightly shutting his mouth, Gong Gong was finally satisfied. He put one hand on Song Qinghan's stomach and the other on Song Qinghan's chest, and said with a frown: "Adjust your breathing, follow my hand , come, exhale..."

Song Qinghan had listened to all the conversations between the two before, but it was a pity that the stomach pain was unbearable and he could not speak out to persuade them. Now seeing that the two of them seemed to have never had a quarrel, they just pretended not to know what happened just now.

On the other hand, Yuan Wenxuan, although expressionless on the face, sighed in his heart.

This is a matter of life and death, and someone would be quick at this moment, which made him wonder whether there are any births that are caused by the dereliction of duty of the birth father?Anyway, as soon as the door of the delivery room was closed, the delivery boy fell into a coma again. If no one at home was guarding it, he might not even know what happened inside.

The more he thought about it, the more terrified he became, but he became a little more determined about his idea of ​​becoming a doctor.