A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Seeing Wu Dahu drinking crisply, those two people let go of their hands and looked dumbfounded.

After they looked at each other, they started to trouble Wu Dahu and the other two from other places.

"Why did you drink his? Don't you know that Lord Xiao Yan rewarded you two? Are you trying to disobey Master Xiao Yan's order?"

Wu Dahu put down the empty bowl, and said innocently, "I can't get enough of one bowl, and my husband has no desire to eat for the time being, so I just drank the other bowl, what's the problem?"

It was because there was no problem that the two became irritable, and after giving Wu Dahu a vicious look, they turned and left their tent.

After they left, Song Qinghan looked at Wu Dahu with worried eyes, reached out and knocked on the empty bowl, and asked softly, "Are you really all right? Tell me if you feel uncomfortable."

Wu Dahu saw that there was a hint of uneasiness in his expression, so he reached out and grabbed his hand, and said slowly: "It's really all right, with you by my side, what can I do?"

Song Qinghan blushed, as if remembering the tenderness last night, coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment.

After they were busy with the wounded soldiers as usual, seeing that the sun was still early, Wu Dahu said, "It's time to see Xiao Yan."

For some reason, Song Qinghan always felt that Wu Dahu's tone of voice was a little serious, like the calm before the storm.

But he didn't ask anything, just nodded lightly, followed Wu Dahu, and walked towards Xiao Yan's tent.

After seeing them, the guard at the door looked a little surprised, and frowned, "What are you doing here?"

Who didn't know that Xiao Yan was replacing Wu Dahu's previous position, what if Wu Dahu couldn't see it and wanted to do something to Xiao Yan?

Song Qinghan recognized this guard, he had a pretty good relationship with him when pouring the chamber pot before, but unexpectedly he became a stranger in the blink of an eye.

Wu Dahu didn't mind this man's guarded attitude, and said calmly: "We are here to thank Master Xiao Yan for saving his life in the barbarians. I hope you will go in and report."

The man glanced at them dubiously, hesitated for a while, nodded to them and said: "You wait here, I will go in and ask what the adults mean."

Not half a moment later, the man came out of the tent, opened the tent expressionlessly, and said in a deep voice, "My lord let you in."

When Wu Dahu passed in front of him, he suddenly whispered: "If you dare to act rashly..."

Before Wu Dahu could speak, Song Qinghan spoke first: "How do you think a pregnant man can act rashly?"

The man subconsciously looked down at his stomach, and saw that there had been an obvious bulge there, so he couldn't help but feel a little speechless.

Seeing that they hadn't come in yet, Xiao Yan walked over and invited them in, and said apologetically: "I can't control these people now, there are too many things, I really don't know what they think, they let me come Take this seat..."

Seeing that Xiao Yan was going to invite him to the main seat, Wu Dahu waved his hand, stood in the center casually and said, "I'm just a white man now, if I don't salute, it's considered as breaking the rules, don't do anything else."

After hearing what he said, a look of sadness flashed in Xiao Yan's eyes, and he sighed: "Oh, those people clearly did it on purpose, I can be promoted, but Master Wu just..."

After finishing speaking, he paused, as if he suddenly remembered something, suddenly took out a folded piece of rice paper from his arms, carefully turned his head to look around, then spread it out and handed it to Wu Dahu, lowering his voice He said: "Lord Wu, these are the names I have written down these few days. They are all those who jumped up and down the most. Don't you suspect that there is a traitor among us?"

Wu Dahu reached out to take the piece of rice paper, glanced at the name on it quickly, and suddenly returned the piece of paper to Xiao Yan, and said in a deep voice: "Since you found it, you are responsible. It's just a white man."

Xiao Yan was stunned, put the paper away hesitantly, and persuaded: "Master Wu, don't worry, the general will definitely find a way to clear up your grievances. I heard that Merck is already preparing a large-scale attack, maybe you can redeem your crime?"

Wu Dahu still didn't respond, he shook his head and said: "No matter how powerful the general is, he can't resist everyone's demands, but it's okay. I'm more comfortable in the wounded barracks."

Seeing that Wu Dahu had no intention of resisting at all, Xiao Yan seemed to be more anxious than him, so he couldn't help but took a step closer to him, and said softly: "If there is no Master Wu, whether this battle can be won or not is open to question, Master Wu , even if it is for the people in the rear, you must fight!"

While the two were talking back and forth, Song Qinghan had already looked at the furnishings in Xiao Yan's tent, and suddenly said, "Xiao Yan, which camp are you from?"

Xiao Yan paused, with a stiff smile on his face, he said a little embarrassedly: "I used to be from the first battalion, why did the master ask this?"

Song Qinghan shook his head, and said with an inexplicable expression: "The people in the first battalion said they have never seen you. I am a little curious. After all, Wu Dahu has lost his memory, so I can only ask you."

After hearing this answer, Xiao Yan stretched out his hand and scratched his head, and said with a puzzled look: "Why did they say that? Maybe it's because I didn't talk much before, so they forgot."

After he finished speaking, the tent fell into an eerie silence.

Just when Xiao Yan wanted to change the subject, Song Qinghan suddenly said: "You can take off your shirt and let me see how your injury is recovering?"

Xiao Yan's body froze, and the expression on his face gradually subsided, and he said in a low voice, "Isn't this bad? My injury has almost recovered, so I won't bother my master..."

Song Qinghan insisted on watching, and said affirmatively: "Even if the recovery is almost complete, but as long as it is not thorough, there will be a possibility of deterioration. Let me see, Wu Dahu won't mind."

Xiao Yan turned his head to Wu Dahu, with a hint of pleading in his eyes, but Wu Dahu nodded as if he didn't see it, and said: "Yes, I don't mind, you can show him, I am also worried about your body .”

Seeing that both of them focused their eyes on him, Xiao Yan sighed faintly, turned his back, slowly took off his shirt, and exposed his scarred body in front of them.

Song Qinghan closed his eyes, recalling in his mind what happened at the mass grave that day.

He has treated too many people, and he usually doesn't remember the characteristics of the patients, but as long as there are wounds on his hands, he has the confidence to recognize them.

After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes, and said with a serious expression: "You are not Xiao Yan."