A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Chapter 12 Ignoring the Advise

Translator: LiamHW

Wu Dahu then turned his head and stared at the boundless forest, he sighed in an exclamation, saying, “I have no idea how big the mountain is, but as for tiger… there must exist some.”

Song Qinghan was shocked and asked, “Have you seen any before?”

Wu Dahu shook his head, looking somewhat reminisced. And then he uttered in a sad tone, “My dad used to kill one tiger here before. And that date was the day when I was born, that’s why I got my name ‘Dahu’.” (Hu represents TIGER in Chinese)

Noticing that Wu Dahu wasn’t willing to be sunk into the memories, Song Qinghan shut his mouth and asked nothing.

Actually, he was also a little curious about Wu Dahu’s background. When people in the village insulted him, they would also verbally abuse his femina dad. He didn’t know why people would judge his femina dad as a man of “EASY VIRTUE”.

However, he hadn’t yet got a good relationship with Wu Dahu right now that he could asked something raking up his unmentionable past. If he did so, there would probably be a dreadful cold war waiting for them.

Disorder conjectures had long occurred to Song Qinghan along the way. Only noticed that Wu Dahu took a pause all of a sudden did he found arriving at home.

Wu Dahu went to clean the hive while Song Qinghan washed the illicium verums and put them in a corner of the yard after having drained the water, waiting for the sun to dry.

After finishing the illicium verums, he took out a fresh fructus momordicae, cut it in half, and put them in the pot and boiled them with water, later he poured the finished tea into a bowl to cool down.

By the time he brought the tea to Wu Dahu, Wu Dahu had already finished cleaning up the hive.

The tea made of fructus momordicae delivered an attractive fragrant, Wu Dahu didn’t even hesitate to drink all. His eyes lit up and he praised, saying, “It really quenches my thirst!”

Song Qinghan sipped his tea with a smile, he got so delighted hearing the words from Wu Dahu, as if he got praised from him.

Finishing the tea, he looked down at the floor subconsciously and found some big and fat white worms wriggling right in the bowl. He couldn’t help but get frightened and hide behind Wu Dahu and screamed, shouting, “Bee pupa!”

Wu Dahu carefully guarded his waist and said surprisingly, “Didn’t you know what it is? Why are you still afraid of it?

Song Qinghan coughed dryly but then he tried to hide the emotion up and said, “I didn’t say I am afraid of it? I was just a bit surprised, NOT AFRAID!”

Although he said so, he still avoided his sight falling on the direction of the bee pupa, it seemed that it came from an innate fear for him about that white bug.

He could stay calm when he faced with bloody internal organs and even the cranial organs with white and red. However, what made him uncomfortable was to let him face with all kinds of wriggling bugs and worms.

Wu Dahu smiled and didn’t retort, but he took a plank from the side, covered the bowl with the bees pupa, and said patiently, “Now it’s done. Come out and see something else.”

Song Qinghan carefully turned his head and saw that there were no white bugs in his field of vision, he finally sighed with relief. He walked out from the behind of Wu Dahu and continued to make another research.

“Is this… bee wax?” asked Song Qinghan, as he pinched the yellow black hard piece that looked similar to the honeycombs and asked tentatively.

Wu Dahu nodded and explained, saying, “This one isn’t edible, but it can be applied to the woods as long as it melts, in case cracking in the winter.”

Well, finally this was beyond Song Qinghan’s recognition. He nodded thoughtfully and exchanged the information he knew to Wu Dahu, saying, “And yet it is not a bad idea to paste it on the wounds. It helps the skin recovery and pain mitigation.”

Wu Dahu glanced at the wax in surprise and said slowly, “Oh really? Then it also possesses a medical function. Now we won’t pay for ointment any more.”

Song Qinghan shifted his eyesight away and was immediately attracted by the big bowl of the unprocessed honey. He couldn’t help slipping his throat and swallowing, “Is that edible?”

Of course it was edible, he asked while knowing the answer, he was just eager to taste…

Wu Dahu picked up a piece of the unprocessed honey and put it in Song Qinghan’s hand, saying with a smile, “Take it and eat it. You must be starved since you’ve got a busy morning so far.”

Song Qinghan took the unprocessed honey and was about to stuff it into his mouth. But then he rolled his eyes and thought for a second, broke the honey into two pieces and delivered half of it to Wu Dahu. He then said with his lips pouted, “Here, this piece is for you. It’s good stuff, which will surely grow the strength for you.”

He guessed that Wu Dahu was not willing to take the other part, so he thought that it was the only way to force him to take. In this way, Wu Dahu wouldn’t reluctant.

But what he didn’t expect was that Wu Dahu still didn’t want to take the half honey in his hand. He just waved his hand and frowned, saying, “I don’t like any food with sweetness. And this one is too sweet.”

After speaking, he intentionally walked into the kitchen and said in a soft voice, “Actually, I do prefer to drink the tea made of fructus momordicae, it drives thirst out.”

Song Qinghan gritted a mouthful of the unprocessed honey, with a rage for the man’s reluctance. But the first bite gave him full satisfaction, with mouthful taste of sweetness stimulating every taste buds in his mouth. The honey slide into the stomach through his throat, delivering him a full happiness with great appetite.

After eating the half of the unprocessed honey in his hand, he raised his head and glanced at the kitchen. Seeing Wu Dahu secretly looking at him, he got amused. He intentionally frowned and said on purpose, “Eww, it is weird. It gets a strange taste of the honey, I got a stomachache right now, isn’t it a bad one?”

Hearing this, Wu Dahu quickly put down the bowl in his hand and rushed over and supported Song Qinghan by his waist, he checked Song Qinghan’s expression carefully and asked with a frown, “Stomachache? It shouldn’t be, it is a kind of fresh one, I just took it from the honeycomb. Did you get a cold from last night sleep? ”

Seeing that he didn’t believe him, Song Qinghan’s face got sullen. He stuffed the other piece of the unprocessed honey into his hand and said with a rage, “Check it out yourself, or you will say that I’m lying to you. I didn’t get a cold or something!”

An expression of hesitation emerged in Wu Dahu’s face all of a sudden since the order made from Song Qinghan, but he then put the other piece of the unprocessed honey into his mouth in a few seconds, and then said with doubt, “It’s nothing bad. Let’s go find a doctor and see what’s going on.”

Song Qinghan suddenly laughed while touching his belly, saying, “Ah, maybe I got something wrong. I get no stomachache, it is just because I am fed up. It’s fine now. There’s no need to find a doctor! ”

After saying that, he pointed to the rest of the unprocessed honey and said, “Are you going to sell these? It should be quite valuable, right? ”

Wu Dahu answered hesitantly, “I won’t sell it. I’ll keep it for you. It’s kind of a rare stuff.”

Song Qinghan looked around and said, “Then you have nothing to sell now?”

Wu Dahu nodded and said honestly, “I’ll go to the fields and plant the crops later. If I have time, I’ll go back to the mountains and go for a sell tomorrow.”

It seemed that there was nothing he could do. So Song Qinghan nodded. Just as he was about to tell him he was going to the arable field with him, a sound of knocking was hit up on the door of the yard.

Wu Dahu slightly frown and stared at the man outside after he opened the door, asking, “Laifu, why are you here?”

Song Qinghan couldn’t help but curl his lips when he saw that the so-called Laifu was exactly Zhuer’s husband.

He got his attention on the operation yesterday, so he didn’t care much about what the family members of Laifu judged about. But since he recalled what they had described about him, an unknown rage came out of nowhere.

He was kind enough to save people, but what upset him the most was that the man in front of him now once require him to get killed as a burial sacrifice. It was already rather impolite of them not thanking him after the operation, but they still insulted and mocked at him. That was unforgivable.

Laifu seemed to recognize the embarrassing situation right now. He lowered his head awkwardly, and then stuffed the thing into Wu Dahu’s hand and said with a tone of appology, “It was all our fault to misunderstand both of you. We feel so sorry and guilty. Zhuer had told us everything. Thanks to your husband, he is getting better now. I hope you can accept this present, it’s all about our gratitude!”

Wu Dahu didn’t express his acceptance nor refusal to the present, holding the stuff and standing there. He turned his head to look at Song Qinghan and saw him nod, then he turned back and said, “Fine. Then we’ll take it.”

Seeing Laifu’s eyes fluttering and showing no signs of leaving, Wu Dahu asked with amusement, “You’ve got something else to say?”

Laifu nodded hurriedly and hesitated to look at Song Qinghan, and then he uttered in a loud voice, “My husband said his belly is a little itchy. He always wants to go catch the spot, that’s my point, Doctor Song, what should I do?”

A serious expression emerged on the face of Song Qinghan after he heard the news. He took a few steps forward, stood in front of Laifu and asked for details, saying, “Can you describe what the degree of the feeling of itch? Was it because of the naturally grown flesh or the rotted wound? Did the wound get an approach to water? Or did it approach to any dirty stuff?”

Laifu suddenly got a messed brain hearing the series question from Song Qinghan. He said with a grumbling tone, “It… it should be the rotted wound. Yesterday, my femina dad noticed that Zhuer got blood on his belly. Considering it probably would dirty the new bedsheets, he wiped the blood out…”

Song Qinghan got his face sunk into another gloom. He said in a cold voice, “Didn’t I tell you that he should stay away from the water? Are you trying to kill Zhuer?! ”

Laifu was frightened hearing the seriousness of that, he waved his hand and said anxiously, “Of course not. How could I want to kill Zhuer? It was because my femina dad and other members did not care much about what you said… So please, Doctor Song, is it still possible for Zhuer to live? Please, help him!”

Noticing the sincere expression flowing out from Laifu’s face, Song Qinghan showed more mildness.

It was reasonable. If such an impolite man didn’t care about the life and death of Zhuer, he wouldn’t say such words to let him die and be buried as a burial sacrifice yesterday.

Song Qinghan turned to look at Wu Dahu and said calmly, “I’ll go with him to see Zhuer. You can go to the field now so as not to waste time. He will send me back, right?”

Seeing that Song Qinghan was looking at him, Laifu hurriedly nodded and promised Wu Dahu, saying, “Yes, right, right. I will send Doctor Song back later. Dahu, don’t worry about him. Go and do your thing!”

Seeing the two of them hurriedly walking towards the mansion of Laifu, Wu Dahu could only sigh and hide his worry himself in his mind. He went back to the yard and took out the tools, preparing to finish the farm work quickly. He wanted to bring him back on his own, but not others.

Song Qinghan followed behind Laifu into Zhuer’s room. He saw that Zhuer was firmly grasping the sheets with every inch of his skin being bathed with sweats, and then he asked in a serious tone, “Are you alright? How bad is it?”

Seeing it was Song Qinghan, Zhuer felt relieved. He hurriedly nodded and said in a sobbing tone, “Yes, it’s itchy. I really want to catch it. I’m feeling so bad now.”

Song Qinghan took off the quilt. When he saw the yellow substance on the wound, he said sullenly, “The wound is actually festering. Go get the high degree liquor and get clean cotton!”

Seeing Song Qinghan’s sullen face, Zhuer began to cry in grief. He said in a sorrow tone, “Doctor Song, am… am I going to die? I don’t want to die. I endured so much pain to get over yesterday. I want to raise my baby together with my husband! ”