A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Wu Dahu knew Yuan Wenxuan's level of medical skills. Although his surgical ability was not as good as Song Qinghan's, he was far ahead of Song Qinghan in medicine.

So after seeing his expression, I suddenly had a little hope in my heart, and asked subconsciously: "How is it? Do you see anything?"

Yuan Wenxuan pondered for a while, and said slowly: "It's better to say that this is a sleeping pill than a drug, but the dosage is too strong, so we sleep so deeply. There is nothing else in it. The medicine for calming the nerves, one of which seems to be the best velvet antler, I have seen it in the capital, and I heard that it seems to be very difficult to get."

"Although I don't know the market here, I think the high-quality deer antler is not a bad street thing no matter where it is. Maybe we can go to the medical clinic and ask."

The breakthrough just appeared in front of them, Wu Dahu didn't waste time, nodded directly to Yuan Wenxuan, Lu Sen and the others, and said in a deep voice: "From now on, follow me as much as you can, if I want to do something alone , you go to the government and wait for me, don't spread out, watch the little stones."

In fact, he was not worried about the safety of Yuan Wenxuan and others. If those people wanted to take them away, they could have done so last night, and they didn't even have a single person with strong martial arts. Taking them away is definitely better than taking away Song Qinghan. Much less difficult.

As for why only Song Qinghan was taken away in the end, there was only one explanation - they came for Song Qinghan.

After realizing this, he completely ruled out the suspicion of Wu Ke in his heart, because he knew that even if a man like Wu Ke wanted to take revenge on him, he would not use this method of beating cattle across mountains, which was too much drop in price.

There are very few medical clinics in Xingyue City, and there is only one that can be called a store, which greatly reduces their workload.

Wu Dahu originally wanted to step forward and use force to intimidate him, but Yuan Wenxuan walked in first, pointing to the medicinal materials on the counter and asking.

What he asked seemed to be some professional questions, Wu Dahu paused, seeing that the eyes of the shopkeeper of the medical center gradually changed, temporarily put down his thoughts of rushing forward, and slowly waited for Yuan Wenxuan's results.

What Yuan Wenxuan asked was not only professional, but also perfect. He hit the shopkeeper's pain points everywhere, so that he couldn't say a word to refute. He could only watch Yuan Wenxuan comment on the medicinal materials in his shop. one time.

After listening to it, if he still doesn't know that the little guy in front of him who looks like an underage is a master of medicinal materials, then all these years of his life will be in vain.

He subconsciously glanced at Wu Dahu and the others, leaned in front of Yuan Wenxuan, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong? Do you need any help? Are they..."

Although Yuan Wenxuan hadn't finished listening to his words, he also guessed that the second half of the sentence was not what he wanted to express, so he interrupted directly: "No, I'm here to ask about Lu Antler."

After finishing speaking, he seemed to feel that his description was not accurate, and added: "The best kind."

The shopkeeper was stunned, looked at him strangely, and after pondering for a while, knocked on the counter and said, "Do you want to buy? Or sell?"

Yuan Wenxuan narrowed his eyes and said without hesitation: "I want both messages!"

He couldn't be sure whether the person who made the drug could get velvet velvet himself or bought velvet velvet from a medical shop, so naturally he needed both kinds of news, and at the time, he would screen them one by one.

Hesitation flashed in the shopkeeper's eyes, he looked left and right, and said in a low voice: "You have to know, this kind of thing is taboo..."

Yuan Wenxuan didn't speak, looked at him for a long time, and then said: "Your right lower abdomen has been hurting a lot lately."

His words made the shopkeeper stunned. It could be seen that the shopkeeper tried hard to restrain his surprise, but his eyes widened slightly, and he asked nervously, "How do you know? Did someone in the shop tell you?" ?Who are you?"

The shopkeeper turned his head, as if he wanted to call out all the people inside, and investigate the "traitor".

"You don't need to look for it. I saw it myself. I also know that you can't eat and your body is a little hot."

Yuan Wenxuan's tone became more and more calm, and the expression on his face looked somewhat similar to that of Song Qinghan when he was seeing a doctor.

Wu Dahu did not urge Yuan Wenxuan because the waiting time was too long. He believed in Yuan Wenxuan, just like Song Qinghan believed in Yuan Wenxuan.

The expression on the shopkeeper's face changed from surprise to astonishment after listening to his words, because he had never mentioned these two things to others, not even the doctor, he probably thought the doctor should be able to see it by himself.

What he didn't expect was that the doctor he was looking forward to didn't see it, but the little boy in front of him who made him elusive did.

His lips trembled slightly, and he said softly: "You, so what if you know? Is there a cure?"

Yuan Wenxuan gave a "hmm" directly, nodded and said, "Others can't help it, but they can do it when they meet me."

The expression on the shopkeeper's face seemed to be struggling, as if he was hesitating whether to trust Yuan Wenxuan or not.

His illness has already been sentenced to death by the doctor in the store. He planned to go out to seek a doctor after explaining the matter in the store in the past few days to see if other doctors can help him. Has someone been sent to rescue him?

Just...why a little boy?

Yuan Wenxuan did not urge him, and took out his set of scalpels from the baggage he carried with him, and said slowly: "I want to open your stomach and cut off the diseased appendix. It all depends on whether you want to." yourself."

The shopkeeper was ready to agree, but when he saw the set of shiny silver scalpels, he stepped back in fright and said in fear, "What, what are you talking about? You want to open my stomach? Are you trying to open my stomach?" kill me?"

After hearing the movement, the people in the room ran out one after another, reached out to support the shopkeeper, and asked what happened.

After hearing that Yuan Wenxuan boasted that he could cure the shopkeeper's illness, all the doctors in the shop showed expressions of dissatisfaction.

"Where did the little brat come from? He's lying here without even growing any hair, get out of here!"

"That's right, it can be cured by opening your stomach? Then why don't you let me open your brain to see if I can cure your delusions?"

"Don't listen to him, the shopkeeper. It's probably a lunatic who hasn't closed it properly. Be careful not to be hurt by him!"

"..."

Yuan Wenxuan just watched Song Qinghan's medical skills being questioned before, so he didn't feel that deeply. After all, Song Qinghan can persuade the other party every time.

Now, when it was his turn to be questioned, he realized how powerless that feeling was.

But he wasn't discouraged, he raised his head and glanced at the angry crowd, and said lightly, "Are you worried that if I cure the shopkeeper, you will become quack doctors?"