A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

256. Chapter 256: Utan’s Evilness

Translator: LiamHW

Song Qinghan woke up again from his dream, yet the next moment he almost thought that he was blessed again by the celestial beings.

Wu Dahu opened his eyes as well, while he was gazing at Song Qinghan without words.

Song Qinghan wiped away the tears that were accidentally flowing out and said softly, “Don’t move. Let me check out your wound first and see how far the recovery goes.”

However, to his surprise, just at the moment he was about to stand up from the bed, Wu Dahu spoke, “Who are you?”

Song Qinghan paused, and with his movement frozen midway, he almost thought that he got an auditory hallucination right at this moment. But as he tried to make it a clearer observation, he found it was indeed Wu Dahu who sounded.

He then came to ask in a whispering tone with both his hands trembled slightly, “You, you don’t remember me now? How about this little one?”

Song Qinghan carried Little Shitou up in his arms and then delivered in front of Wu Dahu. And Little Shitou was staring at Wu Dahu with an innocent look.

“Daddy! Hug! ”

However, Wu Dahu surprisingly frowned when he noticed that Little Shitou was reaching out to him, and he then said in a cold voice, “Who is him?”

Song Qinghan’s pupils shrank while his lips were pursed into a straight line. He then placed Little Shitou on the bed peacefully and went out to summon a doctor. As the doctor was taking Wu Dahu’s pulse, Song Qinghan uttered in anxiety, “Then how many things are you able to remember? Maybe you can tell us all bit by bit.”

Utter bewilderment seemed to have rendered Wu Dahu a real wood-headed man right now, he just gazed at somewhere in the air, while trying his best to recall in his mind, “I, I remember… What happened? How come I don’t remember everything.”

His eyebrows furrowed tightly and his face showed his agony as he explained, “My head… It hurts, it hurts so bad…”

Such a scene suffered Song Qinghan a lot when Wu Dahu was that feeble and the most heartbreakingly, he was experiencing a memory loss. He then reached out to grab Wu Dahu’s hands over and held them tightly, while comforted gently, “Don’t push yourself, don’t force yourself to remember anything if it hurts you a lot, try to relax now, breathe deep…”

Wu Dahu obediently followed Song Qinghan’s instruction and breathed deeply, and indeed the pain disappeared in a short while, and his face gradually regained its calmness, yet there was still an unexplainable confusion existed in his eyes.

The doctor finally finished his work taking the pulse. But just as he was about to leave, Utan’s noise was heard outside.

“Did General Wu wake up? Let me see!”

At the sight of Wu Dahu and Song Qinghan’s overlapping hands, Utan showed a trace of coldness in his eyes. Yet instead of being ruthless again, he squatted down aside the bed, and sized Wu Dahu from head to toe, and then he uttered in satisfaction, “General Wu has recovered well, it won’t be long before we can gallop onto the training field together!”

Although Wu Dahu did not react impolitely showing his disgust towards Utan, he still struggled to avoid the body contact with Utan subconsciously. He frowned tight and said, “Who are you?”

Utan froze out of surprise, but he quickly reacted without a hint of displeasure on his face and answered with a smile, “My name is Utan, I am the infanta here. Don’t you remember now? We have met each other and fought against each other for several rounds in the battlefield, and the battle hung in the balance. Well, it is alright if you don’t remember everything about that, but you should know that it was me who saved you.”

It could be seen that the confusion in Wu Dahu’s eyes grew even deeper after Utan’s statement, and he tilted his head, asking, “Infanta? What is that?”

Nothing would be strange if Wu Dahu knew nothing about Utan’s information, but it made no sense that he did not even know what the infanta was. In this thought, Utan blinked his eyes in daze, and then turned to Song Qinghan and asked, “What is wrong with him?”

Noticing that Song Qinghan was remaining his silence there, Utan nodded his chin to the doctor aside, while ordering in a deep voice, “You, tell me the truth, if you can’t convince me…”

That doctor figured out the unfinished meaning of Utan’s ferocious order, and then he came to report with his body trembling slightly, “Lord, Lord Wu’s body is recovering well, but there seems to be a buildup of bruises and blood in his head, thus it then has a certain dire influence on his memory ……”

In fact, taking the pulse was never enough for him to draw such a conclusion whether the wound on head would affect Wu Dahu’s memory, what he reported was just speculation from him.

Although it may not be correct, it would definitely not be wrong ……

Hearing the doctor’s diagnosis, Utan squinted his eyes slightly as if he was devising a plan inside.

Noticing that Wu Dahu’s eyebrows were never loosened from the very beginning after he woke up from the coma, Song Qinghan knew that he hadn’t adapted completely to such a new environment yet since it was still the very start of his recovering period. So he gently put his hand on Wu Dahu’s eyes, whispering tenderly, “Have a good rest, you are able to remember everything in few days. Don’t push so hard on yourself.”

Such a scene made Utan quite envious and uncomfortable, he then suddenly uttered, “Since General Wu has awaken, you don’t have to bother yourself staying here and taking care of him. Go and nestle back in the chamber built for the Master.”

The desperate eagerness of Utan to separate him and Wu Dahu made Song Qinghan sneer, he then refuted violently, “Were you deaf when your master offered me three days to stay with Wu Dahu, or were you trying to be deaf yourself? Do you really think that you are the authority fully taking charge of this place without your master right now? OR, you must be believing that your master will never come back.”

Utan’s expression changed violently as the harsh words were making him quite embarrassed, “What the heck are you talking about? How dare you sowing discord between me and the Master? Don’t ever think that you are allowed to act capriciously with the guard from the Master! You know never forget that here is our place, NOT YOURS.”

Song Qinghan remained his calmness on face, while answering without any mood swings, “So are you still trying to against my presence here? If you still try to mess things up, I will show you something beyond your will.”

Utan sneered slyly and he teased disdainfully, “What kind of trick can you use? Do you really think that you are a real sage here with your medical tricks? Well, with that prowess of yours, you still drank the ‘tonic soup’ obediently which was fed by me.”

Noticing that Utan exposed this shameful matter on the table again, Song Qinghan slowly narrowed his eyes and said softly, “What tonic soup was that actually? What ingredients? Don’t you afraid that your master will investigate and ask for your responsibility?”

Utan squinted his pair of eyes as well, and then he lowered his head to stare at Wu Dahu who was closing his eyes tightly. He delivered a wry smile, saying, “Tell you what, you are right and I am not afraid at all, because the decision was made by the Master.”

Song Qinghan’s heart tightened, and it seemed that what he worried the most was indeed happening. He couldn’t help but purse his lips into a straight line and clench his fists, trying to restrain the unease and anger inside him.

What else could he actually do if Mork refused to support him?

Utan clapped his hands and then said in a tone that left no room for doubt, “Tonight is your last night here, from tomorrow on you will return to the Lord’s chambers and will not be allowed to enter or leave here except you are summoned to check the wounds on General Wu, is that clear?”

He said “Is that clear?” not only to Song Qinghan alone, but also to all those who guarded this place. After receiving an affirmative answer from the rest of the people, he was quite satisfied and then turned to Song Qinghan again.

Feeling the pressure on him, Song Qinghan wanted to keep his mouth shut and not answer, but Little Shitou had already started to move restlessly, so he had to answer, “Alright.”

Utan laughed lightly, waved to the doctor who was in charge of taking the pulse, and stepped out of the tent.

After they had left, Song Qinghan slowly sat down next to Wu Dahu and patted Little Shitou on the back to calm him down before slowly saying, “It doesn’t matter if you can’t regain all your memories, but I hope you can remember one thing that is true and will never change: I will never harm you.”