A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Considering Grandpa Qin's health, Song Qinghan didn't ask him to stay to help, but only asked him to repeat the things that need to be paid attention to, and then urged Wu Dahu to send Grandpa Qin home.

Grandpa Qin was a little helpless, and repeatedly emphasized to him that his body was fine, but seeing Song Qinghan's firm attitude, he had no choice but to go home and rest for the time being.

After understanding the rules of the small stone, Wu Dahu found that it is not difficult to take care of the child. The things that can make him cry are nothing more than being hungry, the body is hot or cold, and there are three things that are convenient.

Yuan Wenxuan was sensible and well-behaved, seeing that there was no need for his help, he rushed to cook the rice, and then ran to the bright place alone to study the pamphlet Song Qinghan gave him.

It has to be said that the booklet Song Qinghan gave him opened the door to a new world for him, and some words such as muscle and blood that he had never heard of made him feel incredible.

He never expected that someone would be able to study the human body so thoroughly. As for the research method, he didn't dare to think deeply, for fear that if he thought too much, he would connect Song Qinghan with the "murderer".

After all, if you want to study the human body so thoroughly, what else can you do other than actually use a dead body to study it?

Song Qinghan is similar to Xiao Shitou. He eats and sleeps all day long, and eats after waking up. Although this made him gain several pounds of flesh, good rest also speeds up the wound healing. After two weeks , he can remove the stitches.

He also asked Yuan Wenxuan to help him observe the stitch removal process.

Yuan Wenxuan looked at it seriously and couldn't help but said: "This step is simple, the patient can do it by himself, right?"

Song Qinghan smiled, asked him a few questions, saw that he answered all the questions correctly, and knew that he had memorized all the contents in the booklet, so he took a fat rabbit out of the cage and put it in his hand. Calmly said: "Treat it as a patient, try it yourself."

Rao Yuan Wenxuan was so calm, he couldn't help shaking after hearing his words, looked down at the well-behaved rabbit, and said hesitantly: "It, it's not sick, isn't that bad?"

Song Qinghan raised his eyebrows, and asked mercilessly: "Then when do you want to make another move? Mistakes on rabbits and mistakes on humans are two completely different concepts. Do you think someone will be willing to make the first attempt?" Did you, the surgeon, operate on him?"

Yuan Wenxuan lowered his head in shame, and said honestly: "No."

After making mental preparations for a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "I'll come!"

Song Qinghan showed a satisfied expression, and patted Yuan Wenxuan's head to show encouragement.

In fact, for the first time to do it, you should give him some small things, such as frogs, but at this time there are no frogs, and the only animals at hand are well-behaved rabbits.

Yuan Wenxuan took out his own set of surgical knives, according to what Song Qinghan taught him, first sterilized them with high-grade alcohol, then quickly passed them over the flames, and then scratched at the previously selected places.

However, he blindly pursued fast movements, but an unforgivable mistake occurred. The scalpel was cut along the rabbit's belly, at least two fingernails longer than originally planned.

Red blood flowed out from the rabbit's wound like running water. When he saw this scene, he panicked immediately, his hands were shaking so much that he couldn't even hold the needle, let alone help the rabbit to sew up.

The rabbit felt the pain and struggled violently. This action made the blood flow out faster.

Yuan Wenxuan was so frightened that he burst into tears, and begged Song Qinghan, "Master, master, what should I do? The rabbit, the rabbit is going to die..."

Song Qinghan didn't make a sound, quickly disinfected his hands, took the needle and thread from Yuan Wenxuan's hand, and quickly moved on the rabbit's wound.

In two breaths, the rabbit's wound was completely stitched up, and no trace of blood flowed out.

Yuan Wenxuan stared blankly at Song Qinghan wrapping the rabbit's wound with gauze, with a look of shame on his face, and said sadly: "Master, I think it's too simple..."

Seeing his appearance of being hit, Song Qinghan hesitated, wondering if he was asking too much of him.

Even if he has memorized all the theoretical knowledge, it doesn't mean that he will be able to participate in the actual combat exercise immediately. After all, he is still a child, and it is normal that he cannot accept such a bloody scene.

It would be bad if he had a psychological shadow because of his eagerness for success...

Song Qinghan took his hand silently, and said apologetically, "Master was too eager and forgot that you are still young, and you will stay by my side for several years, and we will not fight until you are an adult. "

Unexpectedly, after Yuan Wenxuan heard the words, he shook his head violently and said anxiously: "I am not young anymore, Master, it will be too late when I become an adult, I can do it now!"

Song Qinghan heard something strange from his words, and asked in doubt: "Why is it too late when you become an adult?"

Yuan Wenxuan paused, realized that he had made a slip of the tongue, lowered his head, and said slowly: "I have a playmate who has played with me since I was a child. The doctor said that he will not live to be an adult. I don't believe it. I want to cure him. I just need to learn how to treat him." With medical skills, he will definitely be cured..."

His lips were pursed into a straight line, his face was full of stubbornness, but Song Qinghan could feel the sadness and sadness from his words.

Song Qinghan thought for a while and asked, "Haven't you ever thought of asking the best doctor to treat him? You know, no matter how clever you are, you can't compare to an old doctor who has been immersed in medical skills for many years."

A look of despair flashed in Yuan Wenxuan's eyes, he shook his head and said, "It's useless, his family has already taken him around to seek medical treatment, and the results are all the same."

"But I still don't believe that he really can't be cured!" His face suddenly became firm, and he said in a deep voice: "I think there must be a way to cure him! It's just that the doctors are too busy and don't have time to point one by one. I want to try it out, but I’m different! As long as I learn medicine well, it doesn’t matter if I spend all my time on him! So I must learn medicine as soon as possible!”

Song Qinghan was a little moved by his words, and had some new understanding of him.

This child is not simple. Not only does he have the perseverance and intelligence beyond his peers, but he also knows what he wants to do and how he should do it. He is a bit better than many adults.

After realizing this, Song Qinghan nodded slowly, and said earnestly: "Since you have made up your mind, then I will proceed according to the original plan, and I will stop worrying about you because you are not yet an adult. Prepare yourself mentally." ,do you understand?"

Yuan Wenxuan pursed his lips, and responded decisively: "Understood, thank you, Master!"

Although he agreed to Yuan Wenxuan, Song Qinghan was still not ready to let him do the knife himself for the time being, and instead used small stones as a model to let him deepen his understanding of human body structure.

Poor little Shitou, every time he opened his eyes, there were two big black heads in front of him, talking non-stop to his small body, just like chanting scriptures.

But he didn't know what chanting was, he just thought they were playing with him, waving their little hands and feet vigorously, laughing happily.

After half a month, Yuan Wenxuan's understanding of the human body has reached a certain level, including what will happen to a certain part after a disease, he also knows what it will look like, but he doesn't know what it will actually look like.

Song Qinghan's health is also almost in good condition, thinking about when to take Yuan Wenxuan to see real cases, so that he can have a more intuitive understanding.

On this day, Wu Dahu came back from the town, his eyes were astonishingly bright, exuding joy from inside to outside.

Song Qinghan looked at him suspiciously, thinking that even if all the goods were sold today, he shouldn't be so happy, so he tentatively asked, "What's the matter? What happy things did you meet?"

Wu Dahu looked around, took out a stack of banknotes from his arms, put them into Song Qinghan's hands, suppressed his excitement and said: "All sold! All the furs made by Laifu are sold! "

The silver ticket in his hand should be light, but Song Qinghan felt that he had entrusted a mountain of gold, and said happily: "So it's easy to sell? It's not the coldest time yet, right?"

He roughly counted and found that there were nearly 2000 bank notes in this stack, which meant that they made a full profit of nearly [-] taels of silver in this transaction!

Wu Dahu saw that Song Qinghan was happy, and the smile on his face deepened, and he explained: "This winter is colder than last year. Last year, I only needed one jacket, but this year, I need to wear two clothes. It gets colder the further you go."

Song Qinghan nodded half-understood, he was not here at this time last year, naturally he didn't know how the weather this year compares to last year, besides, because he stayed in the room all the time, with the blessing of Kang, he almost didn't feel cold.

But he was still a little puzzled, and asked, "Can our small town sell so many furs? Or did Laifu go to the next town?"

Seeing that Song Qinghan discovered the key point so quickly, Wu Dahu said with emotion: "That's right, it's not bad if we can sell a hundred furs in our town, but this time we are lucky because Laifu met me when I was selling furs." After leaving the nobleman, the nobleman waved his hand and bought the best batch of furs. Others saw that if they didn't buy any more, they would be gone, so they snapped up the remaining furs. That's why they sold out all the furs so quickly. "

He was also present when Lai Fu sold furs, and he will never forget the sight of those people snapping up furs, it was too crazy, but the most crazy thing was that nobleman, who bought all the furs lightly after just one glance Good stuff, like money isn't money at all in his eyes.

However, how other people treat money is not just his business. Anyway, for him, it is a good thing to get the money a few months earlier, which means that he can let Song Qinghan live a good life earlier, and the registration fee for the martial arts test That's enough.