A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Chapter 212: Meet the Commander

Translator: LiamHW

Shuluo was totally cheered when he saw Song Qinghan as if he just greeted one of his relatives who long lost and apart. He came up to pull Song Qinghan’s sleeves while saying, “Doctor Song, PLEASE, PLEASE SAVE ME, I’M DYING!”

It was rare for Song Qinghan to see Shuluo wearing a sad face with a pair of sinking eyebrows. In his impression, Shuluo was kind of a guy who had always been behaving in a noisy, gay and boisterous manner, so he would just mistakenly thought that Shuluo was quite able to solve everything he encountered in his life.

Thinking of this, he raised his eyebrows and asked, “How come? I don’t see any sign of you being on the verge of dying. Don’t tell me that your internal organs were shattered by a person who is with a profound martial skill. Then you have to spit out at least two mouthfuls of blood. Only in that case can I believe in you.”

Seeing that Song Qinghan was still joking at this point, Shuluo was so anxious that he stamped her feet and said, “For REAL THING! I hate myself for over drinking! Didn’t I tell you about my domestic hereditary dogskin plaster? Do you believe in the efficacy of this stuff?”

A trace of doubt flashed across Song Qinghan’s eyes, as if he failed to figure the relation between over-drinking and the dogskin plaster stuff, but he still answered honestly, “Of course not, different disease should be treated in diverse methods. How can you treat them with the same medicine?”

Shuluo slapped himself in the face and then responded regretfully, “Yeah, indeed! But someone believed it! And he even used this excuse to set me up as a scapegoat!”

Penny finally dropped, and the confusion lingered in Song Qinghan’s mind eventually unveiled. It was quite easy to understand everything now: Shuluo was drunk and commenced self-bragging to the others. He didn’t expect that someone would just keep every single word of his in mind, or it could be that the alcohol entertainment was completely a trap. Anyway, if Shuluo couldn’t take out the so-called dogskin plaster, he would be in danger sooner or later.

He thought for a moment and then came to utter honestly, “But I don’t have much ability in the medicine stuff. If you ask me to help allot the proportion of the medicine, I would think that you will be better than me.”

If Yuan Wenxuan was here, he might have reached an agreement with Shuluo right now. After all, Yuan Wenxuan had always learned both traditional and western medicine and got quite a good understanding on combining both methods. On the contrary, being as a master, Song Qinghan felt a bit shamed towards the fact that he knew a scarce knowledge about the traditional Chinese medicine.

Shuluo was quite irritated by Song Qinghan’s persuasion. He pulled Song Qinghan’s hand up directly and walked outward while uttering in a low voice, “Doctor Song, please save me! You can even save a person who almost die in the auction arena, isn’t it easier for you to cure someone who broke his arms and legs?”

Song Qinghan said nothing but delivered a wry smile. Was the people in the auction arena so scary? It was even harder to save than someone with broken legs and arms? They were no monsters at all anyway!?

However, what Shuluo said indeed made him feel much relieved. Broken legs and arms was indeed better than a pain in hands and feet and more curable. As long as he could solve the problem with a simple scalpel, it was nothing.

The two of them entered the tent groups of Imperial Doctors without any force blocking their way. Although the guard in the afternoon recognized Song Qinghan at the moment they met in the eyes, he didn’t say anything when he saw the intimate posture between him and Shuluo. After all, although there were quite a few doctors here, there were only a few people who went in and went out. As a guard, he had long recognized those people.

Probably it was because that the night had brought the coldness, the smell of blood fainted away. But Song Qinghan was still tense as if his nerve got even no time to take a rest.

He had to clear out all the distracting thoughts in his mind quick and straightforward, in case that he would take an easy time later when he was about to process an operation.

Shuluo came to unveil one of the tents and raised his chin slightly to motion Song Qinghan to take a look at the man who lying on the ground frowning tightly, and then he uttered in a low voice, “That’s him, he seems to get a noble identity himself, so the commanders want me to cure him successfully. The trouble now for me is that he got his arms and legs broken, how can it be easy to be cured…”

He was worried that Song Qinghan mistakenly thought that he was deliberately digging a ‘pit’ to induce Song Qinghan to jump in, so he quickly added flatteringly, “But if it were you, Doctor Song, things must be quite much easier…”

Seeing that Song Qinghan did not even glance at him at all but squatted directly in front of the person who was lying on the ground, he scratched his forehead helplessly, and then turned to clear out all the sundries aside, and then found a stool out within and deliver it to Song Qinghan.

Song Qinghan still didn’t notice Shu Luo’s movements because all his attention was on the man right now.

What made him quite surprised was that the man lying right on the ground was no one else but the commander who delivered a hand taking care of Little Shitou this morning.

Yet right at this moment, his complexion was as pale as snow with his lips turning purple, while all the hairs on his face were soaked by the sweaters out of pain, so that in the very first glance, Song Qinghan almost failed to recognize him.

Song Qinghan came to make a careful check and diagnosis on the commander’s arms and legs. Although all his limbs were carefully bandaged, there was still blood all over on it, outflowing. Seeing that, Song Qinghan couldn’t help asking, “Haven’t you applied the medicine on him yet?”

Shuluo scratched himself on the head awkwardly and muttered timidly, “We got not enough medicine here, while the supply hasn’t come yet, so…”

Song Qinghan pursed his lips and didn’t say anything. He then unveil the package he brought with him and took out the medical ointment that was well-processed at home by Yuan Wenxuan in advance.After taking off the gauze on the commander’s body, blood flowed out spontaneously.

Actually, the broken limbs that Shu Luo had mentioned earlier were not accurate because the commander’s limbs were not broken at all. At least from a biological perspective, they hadn’t been completely broken yet. The truth was that just a part of the organization had been cut off, with the crucial muscles and hamstrings still attached to it.

After carefully estimating the time, Song Qinghan came to conclude that the time did not exceed four hours yet, so he gritted his teeth and made a firm decision attempting to give it a shot and take the risk. He turned his head to Shuluo and said, “Light me with some candles, the more the better!”

Shu Luo agreed. After all, even though they got no sufficient medicine here, they got a myriad of candles.

After Shuluo left to get the candle, Song Qinghan nimbly disinfected the scalpel and came to take a meticulous observation on the commander’s wounds, and thought of the most suitable way to make an incision.

The principle of connecting broken arms and broken legs should be the same, at least he should connect one of the arteries, two of the veins and one nerve successfully.

The commander’s nerves were still intact and a vein could operate as usual, so he only needed to connect an artery and a vein, and everything would be done smoothly.

However, saying was always easier than doing. There were no precise instruments and equipment here, while Song Qinghan got no superpower to magnify any tiny tissues in sight. Therefore, if he wanted this operation to be successful, at least thirty percent of technique with seventy percent of luck should be relied on.

Just as Shuluo came to light up the candles, Song Qinghan had already cleared out the flesh debris of the commander all around and exposed his intact arm tissues, and then he took out the needle and thread and commenced suturing the wounds meticulously.

Shuluo didn’t know how many candles Song Qinghan wanted, so as long as Song Qinghan didn’t say stop, he kept lighting up the candles one after another. And at the end Song Qinghan finally sensed the variation of the temperature, and came to stop Shuluo lighting up more candles.

If the room temperature kept warming up, it would definitely reached an optimal value for the growth of the germs, which would post a threat for the wound to recover.

After lighting the candles, Shuluo had nothing else to do. Seeing that Song Qinghan did not take the stool to sit at all, he directly took it over and had a seat himself, and then he held his head with both his hands supported by his legs, eyeing Song Qinghan’s movements in curiosity.

Was it how Song Qinghan processed the treatment to the man in the auction arena that day?

Were these all his ideas to create such knives in all kinds of queer shapes…?

Shuluo glanced at Song Qinghan subconsciously and felt that Song Qinghan’s face was glittering with somewhat light of glory, and such a scenario made him think of the image of Guanyin Bodhisattva (Ancient Goddess).

Yet it seemed that Song Qinghan never expected that Shuluo was impressed by his characteristics while giving him such a high evaluation, because all his nerves were extremely strained right now. If someone knowing nothing approached and made a big noise around, probably the highly-strained nerve in his brain would break abruptly right away. As for the consequence… No one would really want to guess and witness.