A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Chapter 217: To Win Their Trusts

Translator: LiamHW

“Alright then, “Wu Dahu didn’t waste time talking further with him, “Leave here now, and someone will go to get you informed when it is about the time.”

Jiayi opened his mouth slightly as if he still wanted to say something to Wu Dahu, but just at the moment he noticed the extremely cold eyes of Wu Dahu, he could feel that the most violent flames lighting up in his heart was suddenly extinguished. After that, he paid another salute to Wu Dahu, and then left the tent in a slow manner.

After walking out, Jiayi silently consoled himself: If Wu Dahu showed a good impression of people so easily, then he might have lost interest on him. On the contrary, the more difficult to communicate with Wu Dahu, the more valuable Wu Dahu’s in his mind would be, and thus he would enjoy the most the success if he once conquer Wu Dahu’s heart.

After that, the expression on his face suddenly transformed from a gloomy one into a cheerful one with his footsteps even lighter. And then he recalled the figure of Song Qinghan’s back when he left, he rolled his eyes while his curiosity was completely provoked. After a short while of glancing around, he made a confirmation on where Song Qinghan was heading, and then followed up his trace.

At this time, Song Qinghan was sitting in the Imperial Doctor’s tent, seriously helping the commander with broken arms and legs change the medicine.

Standing beside Shuluo was chirping non-stop, as if he wanted to poured out all the bitterness in his mind, and didn’t even concern whether Song Qinghan would listen to him or not.

“I did not sleep yesterday AT ALL! He got a high fever in the last second, and then got a low fever the next moment, it should be a huge struggle for me! So I wonder if he is injured or I am, I am totally in agony!”

“And that bunch of people who tend to order this and that, always wanted to break in without permission, they all claimed that they wanted to check out the situation of this commander, and I told them that he was fine. But they just did not believe me at all, and requested to let this commander to unveil the curtain himself to report the truth. How silly they were, they don’t even get brains? Is that possible for me to escape if I really murdered him within the camp? STUPID!”

“Oh, by the way, there are some people who mistakenly thought that I am the one who get the ability to bring the dead one into reincarnation, they kept coming over and begging me to share my dogskin plaster. How dare will I be if I really share the plaster with them? What if they finally find that it doesn’t work at all? Should I be beaten to death by their bare fists?”

“…”

Song Qinghan now found that he was ultimately well-trained to gain a ‘superpower’ himself to auto-filter the nonsense out. Even though he knew that Shuluo had spoke a lot with thousands of words, he did not remember one, but turned to utter at the end of the checking, “He got quite a good ability to recover himself, your life is kept.”

Shuluo remembered that he had begged Song Qinghan to help him save him, so he quickly stopped complaining and walked up to Song Qinghan with a smile, “Thank you, Doctor Song. You are such a real real miracle doctor! Hope you won’t be annoyed by me troubling you.”

Song Qinghan clapped his hands and stood up calmly. “What about those people who cried and begged you to share the so-called dogskin plaster? Bring me to greet them.”

Just as Shuluo was about to nod, he suddenly realized what Song Qinghan meant. And then he answered reluctantly, “Doctor Song, let’s handle this case first before meeting the others and saving them. I am not going to lie, but those people are rather uncivilized, rude and brainless, and they even will blame you for not curing them successfully while showing you the fiercest looks as if they are about to eat you out.”

Seeing that Song Qinghan didn’t say anything but stared at him back with his pair of clearly bright eyes, Shuluo sighed abruptly, turned around and led the way in front of Song Qinghan, saying, “You will definitely regret if you don’t listen to me, alas, their only hope currently should be that there will be a miracle doctor waiting for them who is capable of curing them. So if you fail to cure them, you will be complained. Why don’t we just ignore them, make them suffer while they deserve to.”

Halfway on the road, Song Qinghan finally opened his mouth and uttered, “Isn’t it a normal matter for them to be disgruntled since they were fighting in the battlefield protecting us and the whole country’s security? Furthermore, shouldn’t we be the ones who benefit directly from the matter itself after they are cured?”

Shu Luo was stunned by Song Qinghan’s words and words failed him when he was flabbergasted, walking. And in the meantime, a gust of guilt could be seen on his current expression.

In fact, he also sympathized with those people before. After all, they could only shouted there hopelessly in agony since there was no sufficient medicine out there. Yet, after contacting with them for a long while, he found himself had no patience at all to deal with those endless complaints, well, probably it was the innate selfishness triggered him to be like that.

Under Shuluo’s lead, Song Qinghan walked into a larger tent. Standing within the tent, he glanced around meticulously. Noticing that those injured people were just arranged and placed randomly on the ground, he couldn’t help but sigh heavily, and then turned his head to Shuluo, saying, “Get me some twitch-grasses. It would be better if you can get me some clean cloth.”

Shuluo was probably touched by what Song Qinghan just said. Even though he was ordered to run errands, he didn’t show any unwillingness on face. Instead of being reluctant, he nodded obediently, and then trotted to leave.

After he left, Song Qinghan squatted down and glanced at the wound of the person closest to him. Noticing that the trace of fresh blood on the gauze could still be seen, he frowned and uttered, “Why are you still bleeding? Haven’t you listened to the doctors’ commands that you shouldn’t make a big movement?”

The man retracted his hand impatiently and glared at Song Qinghan, while responding in an insulting tone, “Who the hell are you, you immature fu*king femina boy? How dare you interrogated me like that? It’s none of your business whether I made a big movement or not, alright? I don’t even trust any of those fu*king impotent doctors, they are all liars with their mouth full of lies! I am going to peel their skins, extract their veins and drink their blood once I recover one day!”

Song Qinghan was rather calm there. He casually stretched out his index finger and pointed at the man’s wound and said in a plain tone trying to make an explanation, “Your arm will definitely be gone if you refuse to take any action treating it. Oh, by the way, your leg suffers the same fate with your arm. So what do you think you will use to peel their skins and extract their veins? By your strong will?”

As soon as he said this, coldness suddenly overwhelmed the tent which still remained a bit warmness. It could be clearly seen that the pupils of the man who spoke indecently shrank all of a sudden, and then he reached out to grab on Song Qinghan’s collar with his face suddenly filled with wrathful redness, he roared in a low voice, “You bit*h, what did you say? I will give you one more chance to make things right! Or otherwise, I will…”

‘Swiss’, Song Qinghan extracted the scalpel he brought with him, and then placed it on the man’s neck while whispering, “Give it a try, I also want to know if your movement will be faster than my scalpel or not.”

The round arc of the scalpel shone with a cold silver light under the reflection of the sunlight, it was like the tongue of a snake which delivered a premonition that danger was right approaching.

The man didn’t even dare to swallow his saliva while staring at Song Qinghan stiffly in the eyes. After finally realizing that Song Qinghan wasn’t joking at all, he eventually loosened his hands. In his eyes, there were thousands of millions of reluctance lighting.

Song Qinghan retracted his hand, wiping the scalpel on the clean gauze, then cut off the gauze and said calmly, “Do you know what happened to the Lord who also broke his arms and legs previously?”

Those people exchanged their glances, as if they were negotiating secretly about whether they should answer the interrogation or not.

Seeing that they didn’t say anything, Song Qinghan was not angry and said, “He did not even change his posture since yesterday just in order to recover as soon as possible. And now from what I can diagnose, his situation is quite steady, and he is able to re-use his arms and legs if nothing unexpected happens…”

“What?!” A series of surprised cries rang out within the tent, as if they had just heard the most shockingly incredible news.