A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Yuan Wenxuan saw this intractable disease for the first time, and his expression was still vaguely excited. As soon as he returned to the yard, he said, "Master, what the child lacks in his body is vitamin C, right?"

Song Qinghan was not surprised that he knew the word vitamin C, because the pamphlet given to him earlier described various indispensable elements in the human body in detail, but he was only surprised that he could link Zhu Ying's condition to vitamin C so quickly. C was still a little surprised, and asked, "How do you know?"

Hearing this, Yuan Wenxuan knew that he had guessed right, scratched his head in embarrassment, and replied: "Because when the brochure mentioned vitamin C, the examples given were oranges and tomatoes, so when I heard Master say that before, I thought I guessed that what was missing was vitamin C, but I didn’t expect it to be wrong.”

A flash of admiration flashed in Song Qinghan's eyes, thinking that he had been a shopkeeper for a long time, so he asked a few questions casually, and took the test of Yuan Wenxuan, seeing that he still did not forget, he was even more satisfied.

The two went back and forth like this, and when they came back to their senses, they found that the sky had turned dark unknowingly.

Song Qinghan got up and cooked, and when he was about to cook, Wu Dahu came in from the courtyard gate.

Although it was dark and he couldn't see clearly, Song Qinghan noticed something from his slightly unnatural posture. Seeing that he was about to slip into the room, he shouted: "Stop! Are you injured?"

Wu Dahu said calmly: "No, it's not an injury. There will inevitably be some friction during martial arts practice. It will be fine tomorrow."

Song Qinghan didn't believe his nonsense, so he pulled up his trouser legs. When he saw his swollen ankle, he paused, and said angrily, "This is what you mean by rubbing? Why don't you just rub one for me now?" Let's see, see if you can make it look like this?"

Now that he found out, Wu Dahu no longer concealed it, took his hand into the room, found out the ointment, and said softly: "On the first day of martial arts training, the movements and postures were not correct, so the injury It’s a bit heavy, but you’ll get used to it after a while.”

Although Song Qinghan knew this truth, when he saw the scars gradually showing on his body, he still couldn't help but turn red.

He took the ointment from Wu Dahu's hand, and wanted to apply it lightly on Wu Dahu's affected area, but he didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly he tightened his hands, rubbing Wu Dahu's brows tightly, and pursed his mouth tightly to prevent himself from breathing out in pain.

Seeing this, Song Qinghan felt distressed again, so he relaxed his movements a little, and hummed: "How can the congestion heal quickly if you don't rub it? And it's only to make you feel pain so that you can remember! Don't think you can easily fool me, you Look at your joints, it is clearly swollen caused by exerting force for too long, tell me! Have you been practicing martial arts all the time besides eating?"

Wu Dahu saw that he could even see this, coughed dryly, and said honestly: "I fell into a fascination for a while, so... I really won't be like this in the future, don't worry."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the angry Song Qinghan, his heart moved, and he stretched out his hand like a ghost, and pinched his fair and clean cheek.

Song Qinghan didn't avoid it. After feeling the strength on his face, his ears turned red, he patted Wu Dahu's hand away, and said angrily, "It's time to eat!"

Wu Dahu looked at the back of Song Qinghan who was almost running away, with a smile on his lips, silently counting the days in his heart, and found that if he had intercourse now...it seems to be possible.

As soon as he thought about it, his body reacted, and he quickly recited the Qingxin mantra silently several times to get rid of the distracting thoughts in his mind.

Don't say whether Song Qinghan is willing or not, just say that they have two children now, so it is impossible to have time to do that kind of thing.

Alas, it seems that there is still work to be done...

During the meal, Song Qinghan saw that Wu Dahu's face seemed to be mixed with a bit of resentment, so he silently reflected in his heart, and found that he hadn't paid so much attention to Wu Dahu after giving birth, his heart tightened, and he began to think Solution.

Be gentle with him in the future?Don't say anything when you are injured, just apply medicine silently?

Take over the housework?After all, he is very tired from practicing martial arts every day...

But these are all actions. Is there anything you can do mentally?

Just thinking about it, he said abruptly: "You have practiced martial arts all day today, and you are quite good."

Don't men like to be praised?He should be right to do so, right?But why do you feel so awkward?

Yuan Wenxuan was eating, looked left and right, for some reason he was suddenly amused by the awkward appearance of the two, and quickly buried his head in the bowl to prevent them from discovering his strangeness.

Wu Dahu looked at Song Qinghan with a strange expression, and said in confusion, "It's not that good. I just started using long spears, and I'm not used to it in all aspects..."

Song Qinghan sighed: "Like, it's even more powerful. Aren't you used to using daggers?"

Although Wu Dahu felt that Song Qinghan was weird, he was very comfortable with his tone, and said with a embarrassed smile: "It's not very good, it's the method that Lao He taught me, and I have a general understanding of various weapons. When encountering enemies who use these weapons, they can discover the opponent's flaws more quickly."

"It makes sense! Then eat more, and continue to fight tomorrow!"

After finishing speaking, Song Qinghan stretched out his chopsticks and picked up a chopstick full of meat slices for Wu Dahu, and put them into his bowl.

Seeing Wu Dahu's expression turned from cloudy to sunny, Song Qinghan thought to himself that men are like this. Fortunately, Wu Dahu's temperament is relatively simple and honest, and he won't raise his tail to the sky when he is praised, otherwise he would really have some headaches.

After dinner, Song Qinghan told Wu Dahu what happened in the afternoon. After hearing that Song Qinghan agreed to come down to treat an adult with a mysterious identity, Wu Dahu was a little worried, but he didn't say much because he believed in Song Qinghan. It's really not good to have a sense of propriety, isn't there him?If nothing else, the ability to fight and escape is enough.

It's just that when he heard that the lord's name contained the word "愈", Wu Dahu's face was obviously stiff for a while, and he didn't know what he remembered. Although Song Qinghan found out, but seeing that he didn't want to say more, he went Without asking, it is impossible for Wu Dahu on the left and right to know that adult, probably because the word is also in the people he knew before.

Because Wu Dahu has to practice martial arts every day, he has no time to accompany him to the mountains to pick seasonings and mangosteen fruits, etc. Song Qinghan, who was bored, ate and slept at home with Xiao Shitou, and five days passed in a blink of an eye. The old man came to look for him again, and he remembered that it was almost time to see Zhai Su.

This time I went to Zhai Su's house, the difference from last time was that there were several more "tails".

Not only Doctor Shi came with Yuan Wenxuan, but also old man Gao, who seemed to be bringing his husband with him.

Zhai Su saw so many people, her expression remained calm, and after greeting each of them, she put her gaze on Song Qinghan and said calmly, "Doctor Song, my stomach problem has been cured, and I don't feel any discomfort elsewhere. Can we proceed to the next step?"

Seeing that he took the initiative to provide his own situation, Song Qinghan gave a "hmm", stepped forward to check the condition of the tumor, asked a few questions that he asked last time, and then calmly said: "Since you are ready, then Surgery today."

Then, he told Zhai Su about the possible risks during the operation, and finally took out a piece of rice paper from his pocket, handed it to Zhai Su, and said calmly: "If your lord has no other questions, please come here." Write your name there."

Zhai Su was stunned, but still took the rice paper without the slightest hesitation. When she saw the most up-to-date sentence, a haze flashed in her eyes, but she signed her name on it without saying a word.

Zhu Lao turned his head secretly, and was taken aback when he saw the above words, and said in a broken voice: "This, this..."

Song Qinghan took the rice paper and said calmly: "I will do my best, but no one can predict what may happen during the operation. In order to protect my rights and interests, this paper must be signed."

Rest assured that Zhai Su's character is one thing, and signing is another thing, otherwise modern medicine will not regard signing informed consent as a standard action before surgery.

Seeing that Mr. Zhu still wanted to talk, Zhai Su raised her hand to signal him not to say anything, looked at Song Qinghan with a flash of appreciation, and smiled lightly: "It's nothing, I already know the risks that Doctor Song said, and I am willing to accept it." Unpredictable results, if Doctor Song needs anything else, please tell me directly."

Song Qinghan was very satisfied with his straightforward temperament. After inviting him into the room, he used high alcohol to sterilize the things he might use, and signaled that others should only watch from a distance and not approach, and then from He took out a jar of sugar jar wine from the baggage he carried with him, handed it to Zhai Su, and said in a deep voice, "Drink until you can't drink any more."

After Zhai Su opened the jar, smelling the sweet smell of wine, he was stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled, even though he didn't know Song Qinghan's purpose for letting him drink, he still drank all the jar of sugar jar wine very cooperatively.

Song Qinghan looked at Zhai Su's confused eyes, nodded in satisfaction, put away the empty altar, helped him to lie down, and asked Yuan Wenxuan to tie up his hands and feet with tattered cloth strips.

Yuan Wenxuan has the experience of tying the leader of the acrobatic troupe last time, and this time the "kidnapping" seems to be very familiar, especially in terms of tightness, there has been a very obvious improvement, and he knows how to ask the patient's feelings and adjust it to an appropriate strength up.

After finishing the preparations, Song Qinghan put the scalpel on the fire and roasted it for a while, then quickly swung the knife and drew along the edge of Zhai Su's tumor.

In terms of difficulty, this operation was comparable to the disembowelling operation performed by the leader of the acrobatic troupe, but in terms of precision, this one was even better.

Because the tumor is surrounded by intact skin, any more is equivalent to destroying Zhai Su's face, and one less will leave the possibility of tumor recurrence. In addition, the edge of the tumor is not a right-angled arc, so the operation is very difficult for the delicate Degree requirements are higher.