A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Song Qinghan thought for a while, then suddenly asked: "Have you ever heard of fighting poison with poison?"

Yuan Wenxuan was stunned, and nodded subconsciously. After reacting, he looked back at Xia Yunfei's wound, said "ah", and suddenly realized: "So that's how it is!"

Although he had confirmed that the antigen that cured smallpox was in Xia Yunfei's wound, Song Qinghan still said, "I'm just making a guess. As for whether it's correct or not, we'll have to verify it later."

Both Doctor Shi and Yuan Wenxuan nodded, understanding what he meant.

Xia Yunfei, on the other hand, heard them say that his wound could cure smallpox, and then heard them say it couldn't. He was confused and a little discouraged.

Except for him, no one else in his family escaped from the claws of smallpox, so he was so anxious. If he finds a cure for smallpox one day earlier, his family will have more hope of life. What's the use of not having to worry about smallpox anymore?

Song Qinghan and the others also understood Xia Yunfei's urgency, so they spent the rest of their time on the road except for convenience and food. After two days and two nights of traveling, the group finally arrived at the nearest town to Moshang. .

After getting out of the car, Xia Yunfei rushed to Moshang alone as agreed before, and prepared to bring out a person who had been infected with smallpox not long ago for Dr. Shi, Song Qinghan and others to do "experiments".

In fact, he really wanted to choose one of his family members to bring out, but firstly, they had been sick for too long, and they couldn’t pretend to be normal people at all. Or decide to bring out someone who doesn't matter and volunteers.

"Voluntary" was what Song Qinghan emphasized again and again. Although Xia Yunfei was not convinced by this seemingly tender-looking doctor, but because Doctor Shi admired Song Qinghan's words very much, he could only choose to obey.

It would take at least one day for Xia Yunfei to go back and forth to the desert. After Song Qinghan and the others washed off their exhaustion, they took the time to rest and prepare to face this challenge in their best condition.

When they woke up, finished dinner, and were about to move their bodies, Xia Yunfei came back with a thin man.

In order to facilitate the experiment, they purposely rented a yard in the farthest part of the town.

That way, if something happens, to put it bluntly, they won't spill over to anyone else.

After Xia Yunfei brought the man into the room prepared by Song Qinghan and others, he explained to them: "This is my neighbor's youngest son, Qingfeng, he is the latest batch to get sick. I have already told him and his family, If you come out this time, you may not be able to go back, and they all agreed."

Song Qinghan nodded, and sent the simple masks and gloves he prepared earlier to Yuan Wenxuan, Doctor Shi and his servants. After demonstrating how to use them, he said in a deep voice: "It will take a while to recover, the faster we move The better."

Probably because he has a modern experience, "I have never eaten pork, but I have seen pigs running", so now he looks calm and confident.

But Doctor Shi and the others are different. Although they agreed to come here, they still have no idea how to operate it. Follow him obediently, and decide to follow his command for a while.

The room was not big, and it was even more cramped when six people were crowded in, but Qingfeng lying on the bed felt inexplicably at ease, probably because he hadn't seen so many strangers for a long time, and they were all normal without smallpox people.

Song Qinghan took out the scalpel for disinfection, wiped Qingfeng's arm with a handkerchief soaked in alcohol, swung the scalpel down, and made a cut on his clean skin.

Then, he used the same method to make a cut on Xia Yunfei's hand, but unlike Qingfeng, Xia Yunfei's cut was in a festering place, and when Song Qinghan gently scratched it with a scalpel, the pus inside flowed out come out.

Song Qinghan picked up all the pus on the scalpel and smeared it on Qingfeng's bleeding wound.

Although Qingfeng felt a little disgusted, he gritted his teeth and endured it.

If he could be cured of smallpox, let alone smear pus on his body, he would be willing to let him drink it!

Worried that there would not be enough pus in one place, Song Qinghan picked another festering place in Xia Yunfei, and didn't stop until he ensured that there was enough pus in Qingfeng's wound, and quickly bandaged the wound for the two of them.

His movements were very fast, and it took only a short time from entering the door to packing up his things and preparing to leave.

Seeing that he didn't follow up, Doctor Shi was stunned for a moment, and asked in surprise, "Is that all right?"

Five lines of sight were projected on him. Song Qinghan realized that he hadn't explained everything from the beginning to the end. He coughed lightly, pointed outside, and said calmly: "Go out and talk."

Everyone flocked to the yard, Dr. Shi pondered for a moment, then said hesitantly: "Although Qingfeng promised not to care about life or death, such a hasty method is really too..."

Before, because he believed in Song Qinghan's medical skills too much, and because he had no idea about curing smallpox, Doctor Shi chose to follow Song Qinghan's command, but after seeing Song Qinghan's simple and crude experiment, he inevitably had some thoughts. shake.

This time it's pus, next time it's blood, and next time it's saliva. If it doesn't work all the time, is it necessary to keep experimenting like this?

If such an operation would not do any harm to both Xia Yunfei and Qingfeng, then that would be fine, but what if it accelerated Qingfeng's death?Is it possible to change a person every test?

Song Qinghan understood Dr. Shi's concerns. After all, if he saw another doctor messing around like this, he might beat him to the ground.

But it was impossible for him to tell them that he had seen someone cure a smallpox patient with this method before, right?

He pondered for a moment, then slowly said: "No matter what happens, someone has to be the first to strike. If it were Doctor Shi, from which aspect would you strike?"

Doctor Shi was stunned, hesitated for a while, finally let out a long sigh, shook his head and said: "If it were me, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to do this."

Song Qinghan nodded in understanding, he knew Dr. Shi's character, Dr. Shi's character is like most of the Chinese medicine practitioners here, they are mainly conservative, just like the dying patients in TV dramas, Chinese medicine practitioners use poison to fight poison and save him in the end The scene is actually very rare.

To put it bluntly, if a patient with no cure is saved by stimulating methods, it is just icing on the cake for a doctor who has been famous for a long time. It would be a fatal blow.

If it were an unknown little doctor, they might make special attempts, but patients are often unwilling to believe them, so in the end, most doctors are willing to adopt conservative methods, even if it is useless, it will not be wrong.

Doctor Shi understood Song Qinghan's meaning, but Doctor Shi's servant couldn't stand it any longer, and asked aloud: "What is the difference between your behavior and disregarding human life? Ever since you hit him here, you haven't felt the pulse." , Er did not ask, and acted entirely on his own ideas, if you ask me, even if you succeed, it is nothing more than a blind cat meeting a dead mouse!"

Although Yuan Wenxuan's temperament was calm, when he saw someone speaking rudely to his master, his temper also turned up. He stepped forward to stand in front of Song Qinghan, frowned and said: "Since my master has done such a thing, it is naturally after careful consideration." You are not my master, how do you know if he discovered something, so you are so decisive?"

Seeing that the two younger ones were about to quarrel, Dr. Shi hurriedly acted as a peacemaker and persuaded: "It's a foregone conclusion now, it's useless to argue any more, just wait a few days and see the result!"

The boy wanted to say something, but suddenly there was a loud knock on the courtyard door.

Song Qinghan frowned and asked, "Who is the person outside?"

"Open the door! Don't blame us for being rude if you don't open the door again!" A rough voice sounded, and the tone sounded a bit arrogant.

Seeing that the visitor was not friendly, Song Qinghan made a gesture of entering the door for Dr. Shi and the others until he was the only one left in the courtyard. thing."

The strong men outside looked around the yard, sneered, and approached Song Qinghan and said: "Foreign beauties, play with the old men, if you serve them well, you won't have to suffer so much, otherwise... ... hum."

There were many people on the other side, and all of them looked difficult to deal with, so Song Qinghan didn't fight them hard. After dropping the round stick in his hand, he chuckled, hooked his fingers, rolled his eyes, and said softly : "Gentlemen, come in."

As soon as the words fell, he turned around decisively and walked towards the room where Qingfeng was.

Qingfeng seemed a little surprised, but seeing Song Qinghan made a "shh" gesture to him, nodded in agreement, and curled up obediently under the blanket.

The rogues outside saw that things were going so smoothly, and suddenly had a bad feeling in their hearts, but the courtyard was quiet, and it didn't look like there was anyone there, and Song Qinghan's figure looked so enchanting under the light, Unable to restrain their lust, they swarmed in and rushed into the breeze room.

When they saw another person in the room, they were stunned for a while, but after recognizing Qingfeng's thin figure, they looked at each other with smirks, rubbed their hands together, and said excitedly: "It's not a loss to have one more person." !"

Song Qinghan smiled, slowly pulled the quilt covering Qingfeng's body, motioned him to turn his head, and swept around the strong men with a half-smile, and said slowly: "Now, is it still a loss?"