A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life-Chapter 255

Although song QingHan didn't see the contents of the bowl, he intuitively felt that it was not a good thing. His face did not change. He said calmly, "you scared my son. What are you doing to make amends for me? Besides, my son has recovered now. I'll forgive you. Keep it for yourself

Wu Tan picked his eyebrows, reached out and stirred the things in the bowl. He said slowly, "this is a tonic made of bird's nest and Cordyceps. Who do you want to eat? As soon as I'm not pregnant, I won't be able to fall down as soon as the wind blows like you, so you'd better eat it

Seeing him approaching himself, song QingHan subconsciously wants to retreat, but behind him is the cold tent cloth, and he has no room for resistance.

In order to protect himself, he suddenly said, "good! I eat

With that, he snatched the bowl from utan's hand, but when he was about to touch his mouth, his hand shook, and the whole bowl flew towards utan.

Without waiting for him to finish the word "be careful", Wutan took the bowl of tonic steadily. With a smile on his face, he looked at Song QingHan and said coldly: "do you even have no strength to hold the bowl? Well, I'll feed you myself

Without waiting for song QingHan to say no, he pushed forward with his bowl arm across song QingHan's throat, and put a spoon into song QingHan's mouth with the other hand.

Song QingHan's throat was pressed down, and he turned his head a few times in an uncomfortable way. Unexpectedly, it was just like the meaning of utan, and the soup slipped down his throat.

Song QingHan's sense of crisis grew abruptly from his heart. He waved his hands and feet and struggled to get up. He screamed: "what are you going to do? I want to tell the Lord! Let me go! I'll drink it myself

However, as if Wu Tan didn't hear him, his eyes were shining, his lips were tightly pursed into a straight line, and he quickly scooped out the soup in the bowl and poured it into song QingHan's throat.

After a bowl of soup came to the bottom, Wu Tan finally released his arm. Looking at Song QingHan, who was a tearful and immature man, he felt a strange pleasure in his heart. He chuckled and said, "how good would you like to drink it before? Now it's time to remember, right? I hope I won't let me do it again next time. I'll take a bath later. What a trouble. "

He raised his head and stepped out of the bowl.

Song QingHan sat down on the ground and tried to pick his throat with both hands. He tried to spit out what he had just drunk, but in vain.

It was a liquid, not a solid. Once it entered the body, it disappeared. No matter how much he irritated his throat, what he vomited out was just yellow bile water.

Thinking of this, his eyes appeared at a loss, for his own strength weak has the intuitive feeling.

I thought that even if I could not get any special treatment after I showed my ability to do surgery, I could still have the least respect. I didn't expect that there was such a kind of people in the world who did things without considering the consequences and only wanted to be happy.

I just don't know what kind of food utan fed him to drink. Listening to the meaning of utan's words, it seems that he drank more than once?

Song QingHan waited for a while. Seeing that his body had no abnormal reaction for the time being, song QingHan got up from the ground and saw that the little stone was asleep. He placed him carefully beside Wu Dahu, and he walked out of the tent.

When he came to the front of the camp, his step suddenly stopped. He caught a glimpse of the group of people in a hurry. He quietly let aside and looked at the objects in their hands for a long time.

When he realized that it was a simple stretcher for people, he moved in his heart and quietly followed them.

Song QingHan followed them for a long time. Seeing that the scenery around him was becoming more and more desolate, he felt hesitant and didn't seem to know whether to follow them.

Fortunately, those people stopped not far away, lifted the white cloth on their hands, and threw the white cloth down on the ground, which covered the body of the man they had fallen.

After all this, they went on the road in a hurry again, carrying empty stretchers to the direction of song QingHan. When they saw song QingHan who had given way to the other side, they just glanced at it and stopped looking. They urged each other: "hurry up, I'm so dirty. Go back and have a good bath!"

After the sound of the footsteps went away, song QingHan slowly straightened up and walked toward the place where the mound was suspected of being buried in disorder.

Before he approached, a stench of corpse jumped into his nose, making him want to retch.

He took out his handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose, walked slowly to the man who had been thrown down by those people before, and reached out to lift the white cloth.

The man was probably just punished, and his wound was still bleeding. He looked miserable.

Song QingHan hesitated for a moment, squatted down, put his hand on the man's heart and touched it. When he felt the faint heartbeat, his heart sank, and without hesitation, he dragged the man out, spread the white cloth on the ground and let him lie flat on the white cloth.

He carried the scalpel with him, but the disinfection items were not around. Now it's too late to take it back. On the other hand, it's too eye-catching. When it comes to attracting other people, he doesn't want to do it.Thinking of this, he immediately stole a candle from the nearby empty tent, slightly detoxified the scalpel, and began to act.

During the operation, he tried his best not to let his hands touch the person's body, so as not to pass the bacteria. However, no matter how much attention he paid, this kind of thing was inevitable. Especially at the end of the day, when there was no clean gauze, he had to cut off the corners of his underwear to help the man bandage.

The bloodstain has covered the man's face, so that song QingHan can't recognize his face. However, from the cocoon on his hand, it can be seen that he is a martial arts practitioner for many years.

After finishing what he could do, song QingHan saw that man's heartbeat was still slightly fluctuating, and said slowly, "next, it depends on you."

After that, he folded up the white cloth and let the extra side cover the man so as not to be found. Then he looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to this side. He put the scalpel in place, covered his bloodstained hands with his sleeve, and left here in a hurry.

Only when he came back to Wu Dahu's tent and saw the traces on the ground, did he remember what he was going out for. He could not help but smile bitterly on his face. He quickly cleaned himself up and held the small stone that was already awake and fluttering on the ground in his arms, closed his eyes and rested.

It would be nice if Wu Dahu woke up. If utan had to do this again, he couldn't imagine whether he could survive... 𝙛r𝚎𝐞𝑤𝚎𝗯𝗻𝗼𝐯e𝚕.𝒄𝐨𝓂

in the future