A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

The chief of the military doctor really wanted to say no, but in the face of the dozen or so gazes, his throat seemed to be strangled, and he couldn't say anything.

He nodded embarrassingly, touched his nose and said, "It's possible, but maybe no one has time to do it, so..."

Song Qinghan paused, calmly picked up the man, and said as he walked out: "Then I will do it myself later."

Although these people might not mind staying with the dead man, after all, this dead man was their brotherly existence, but Song Qinghan still had to take into account the impact and move that man out.

Shu Luo sighed softly, took Song Qinghan's wine to sterilize his hands, took the scalpel, and performed the operation on the next person in silence.

The chief military doctor looked very cramped beside him, as if the temperature in the tent was gradually rising, trying to roast him.

A person in a tent, only he is still doing nothing, like a superfluous existence.

In the end, he couldn't take it anymore, and whispered to Song Qinghan, "I'm going to prepare for the cremation."

After Song Qinghan finished nodding, he breathed a sigh of relief, and ran away from the tent in a hurry, as if something was chasing him.

After finishing the tent, it was already dark. The chief military doctor held three urns in his hands, and said to Song Qinghan hesitantly: "Are you really going to these places they mentioned? You haven't even heard the names, but you can think about it." And knowing how remote it is, maybe one is in the south of the sky, and the other is in the north of the earth..."

Song Qinghan carried the burden on his back, rubbed his sore arms, took over all the urns without falling to the ground, glanced calmly at the military doctor leader, and said in a deep voice: "One must not be untrustworthy, since I promised , it is natural to do it, as for whether it is troublesome or not, I don’t bother you to worry about it.”

After watching it for a long time, the man had a deeper understanding of Song Qinghan's medical skills, so when he heard the "Master", his face became hot, as if he had been slapped.

Seeing that Song Qinghan was about to leave, he hesitated for a moment, but he still couldn't help asking: "Should I apply to the higher authorities to transfer you here, and then I won't force you to do things every day, and you can do it well when you want to do it?" It's..."

Song Qinghan paused, shook his head decisively, and refused: "No, I still have to take my son with me, it's impossible to stay here all day, so it's better to come here when I have time, if I really don't have time, You just ask Shu Luo to find me to get these things, anyway, he basically knows it now."

Shu Luo is very talented in imitating behaviors. Although he doesn't understand the principle of Song Qinghan's operation at all, he can copy his movements exactly. The more I admire.

You know, even if Yuan Wenxuan has fully understood the pathology, there are still many problems when performing the operation in person, but for Shu Luo, those problems Yuan Wenxuan encountered are not problems at all. Together......

Song Qinghan felt good just thinking about it. When there is another "he" in the world, he doesn't have to worry about being regarded as a different kind, and he doesn't have to worry about no one knowing what to do after he falls ill.

But this is just a thought for the time being, Shu Luo's identity is a mystery, and it was purely accidental that the two met in the barracks, and it's unclear whether they can meet again in the future, let alone take him to see Yuan Wenxuan.

After returning to his tent, Song Qinghan had just put the urn away when he heard Jiayi say in a disgusted tone: "Did you fall into a cesspit? Please, go out and wash it before you come back. Just because we don’t, doesn’t mean we can’t smell it either? The smell has been there for a long time, how are you going to sleep tonight?”

Song Qinghan glanced at him, saw that he was putting on makeup in front of the mirror, raised his eyebrows and said, "What? Are you going to see Master Wu?"

"how do you know?!"

Jiayi's hands trembled, and the freshly powdered powder fell down like a light snowfall.

Seeing him staring at him with wide eyes, Song Qinghan chuckled lightly, shook his head and said, "The makeup is too light, men like thicker ones, it looks exciting."

Jiayi looked at the back of him carrying the clothes to go out, and a look of suspicion flashed in his eyes. When he looked in the mirror again, he felt that his makeup had faded. Squeezed into a bright red appearance, it looks extremely attractive.

After Song Qinghan wiped his body and changed his clothes, he didn't know what to think, instead of rushing to fetch the little stone back, he went around to Wu Dahu's tent.

When he arrived, Jiayi had just been allowed to go in, she looked extremely excited, and the rouge on her face became even redder.

Wu Dahu in the tent showed no expression. After Jiayi finished his salute, he said in a deep voice, "What's the matter with you?"

Jiayi lowered her head slightly, her front skirt drooped loosely, revealing a whiteness of "hesitation".

"Jiayi is worried about Mr. Wu, so he specially sent ointment for him. I don't know if your trip today will go well?"

Wu Dahu didn't even look at the ointment on his hand, and said with a cold face: "Thank you, I accepted it kindly. If there is nothing else, I'm going to rest."

Seeing the result of her hard work and meticulous grooming, Jiayi's eyes flashed a look of unwillingness. After putting away the ointment, she slowly stood up and took the initiative to take a step forward: "My lord, I have learned how to be a human being at home." Massage, sir, you have been busy all day, why don't you let me relax your muscles and bones?"

After noticing his movements, Wu Dahu frowned tightly, and said in a deep voice, "No need! Could it be that you don't understand me?"

His trip today was not smooth, when he heard that someone was looking for him, he just tried to cheer himself up. Seeing Jiayi's entanglement, he was naturally upset and his tone became severe.

Jiayi's movements paused, her eyes turned red, and after lightly bending over to salute, she glanced at Wu Dahu resentfully, and left silently from the door.

Song Qinghan had been standing in the shadow all the time. After seeing Jiayi leaving, he pondered for a moment, probably guessing Wu Dahu's current mood, and took out the rice paper that he had written with charcoal pencil from his bosom, crumpled it into a ball, , opened a little gap in the tent, and threw it in forcefully.

After doing all this, he didn't care whether Wu Dahu would notice the ball of paper, pulled up the cloak, and walked quickly towards his tent.

When Wu Dahu finished applying the medicine and was about to blow out the candle, something suddenly kicked away under his feet, causing him to look down.

After bending down to pick up the wad of paper, he looked at the four big characters of justice on it, and somehow wanted to laugh.

"The tiger must win!"