A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Chapter 318: Father and Son

Translator: LiamHW

A shrewdness emerged abruptly deep in the eyes of the old man, and he placed his hands on his back, turned around while murmuring to himself, “Yes, it is true that we all have to listen to the Saint Son…”

Such an ambiguous statement was, in fact, a much confusing response from the old man to Wu Dahu without a clear explanation.

While at the same time, Song Qinghan stared at the leaving old man’s back thoughtfully, and then he suddenly asked, “Don’t you think that this old man looks rather similar with Muye?”

Wu Dahu was shocked at the moment, and then he turned his head, trying to take a further look at the old man. Yet unluckily, the old man had already gone away.

And Yuan Wenxuan echoed, scratching head, “They do look alike at some points, are they… father and son?”

Song Qinghan couldn’t believe that someone like Muye would still have his relatives existing in this word. Yet what was worth mentioning was that Yuan Wenxuan’s speculation offered him another fresh way of thinking over the Muye’s personality.

Wu Dahu saw through Song Qinghan’s mind at the glance of his eyes, and he took the initiative to say, “I will ask that old man something about that later when I go back to the kitchen.”

Silence again fell on the narrow room. The three went get their own bed and got rest after they finished having the meal.

Since this was somewhere surrounded by dangers from all directions, Song Qinghan was worried that Yuan Wenxuan might encounter something unexpected if the boy stayed alone in a sole room. While this room happened to contain three beds within, it was perfect for them to stay together.

Wu Dahu lay on the bed for a moment, and found himself couldn’t sleep at all as thousands of scenarios kept popping up in his mind disturbing him so much. In that case, he got up from the bed without further struggle and walked to the kitchen directly with all those empty bowls.

The old man, at this moment, was not fanning the fire aside the hearth any more, but was ready to serve himself a foot bath with a basin of warm water.

At the moment he noticed the appearance of Wu Dahu, he sighed without saying a word but pointed randomly at somewhere blank casually.

Wu Dahu placed those empty bowls on the ground, and he pondered for a brief moment, then asked directly, “What is the relation between you and the Saint Son, do you mind me asking?”

That old man lurched suddenly after Wu Dahu asked so, and it seemingly was quite a great shock to him. Yet at the end he still chose to remain the so-called mystery and answer in ambiguity.

“Whatever you think I am, I am.” he said so without even raising his head.

However, Wu Dahu did not get frustrated or irritated at all in response to the old man’s answer. He pondered again, and then spoke tentatively, “Are you father and son?”

The old man remained silent, while rubbing his lean legs leisurely in the basin.

As Wu Dahu found that the man would no longer answer the question after taking a glance at the old man’s legs, he pursed his lips in resignation and left.

When he finally returned to the room and noticed that Song Qinghan was looking at him with his pair of shinning eyes, he came to know that Song Qinghan must be bothered by everything right now as well. In that case, he took the initiative to inform him everything just happened.

Song Qinghan just held his own chin while murmuring, “Since he did not deny it, he was admitting. So it turns out they are a real father and son? Then that old man should be…”

The duo exchanged glances, and both of them found it was incredible.

But how? How cruel that someone would witness his own son to have such an evil scheme to harm the innocent people while remaining so calm?

Wu Dahu paused and suddenly the image of the old man showing dispirited face popped up again in his mind. He seemed to have figured out the reason.

Rather than saying that the old man was calm and spoiling the Saint Son, it would be more reasonable to explain it as a great helplessness.

In fact, trying to know the fact was nothing useful for them here at all. The evil man’s father had no way to restrain his own son, how was it possible for them to persuade?

The duo sighed heavily at the same time, and both decided to leave such an annoying affair in behind. And they went to bed, struggled to sleep one more time.

When Song Qinghan opened his eyes again, to his surprise, Muye had already been there standing, looking like a bit impatient. No one knew whether he was annoyed by the sleepless night or the clueless experiment.

“Get up now! Hurry up, I got some problems in the experiment and I have no idea what to do in the following steps.”

Even though Song Qinghan had eluded agilely Muye’s hand forcing him up, his wrist was gripped by Muye the next moment, and was lifted brutally as he had to forcibly get up from the strength. He was dragged towards the room where they experimented yesterday.

Wu Dahu caught up in behind. As soon as he succeeded holding Song Qinghan’s waist, Muye stopped and then he turned around pointing at Yuan Wenxuan, and said in a deep voice, “You little kid! Come over with us!”

Muye was so close to him right now in a distance shorter than one meter, which meant if he could make the movements quick and fierce, he was able to break the evil man’s neck and kill him…

Wu Dahu was squinting his eyes while some hidden emotions was surging inside him as if he was about to take an abrupt action.

And it was the moment Song Qinghan perceived that something was wrong, he reached out to grab Wu Dahu’s hand before Wu Dahu took any action, and said in calmness, “I know that you are scared of snakes, don’t be nervous, they won’t hurt you.”

Yuan Wenxuan walked over slowly, and then looked up at the ceilings subconsciously. He then pursed his lips but said nothing.

It was not until the three of them left did Wu Dahu raise his head and find there was a fierce snake staring at him in a distance shorter than half a meter. It was a extremely perilous situation anyway, and even though he was a man born with bravery, he still couldn’t help but feel his goose bumps growing on his back.

After Muye brought the other two into the experiment room, he held his arms just like a manager taking charge of the supervision stuff, while urged impatiently, “I have two men who lies at each side of bed, and I will see which of you find the answer first. The one who gets me the answer win the reward and the latter one accepts the punishment. Well, I am always a man offering justice!”

Was that a tactic to alienate them?

Song Qinghan took the liquor and get the tools and his hands disinfected in a leisurely manner, and then turned to Yuan Wenxuan and said, “Don’t panic, think about the theories you have learned before.”

Yuan Wenxuan was indeed kind of nervous there, yet he wasn’t afraid of the failure at all. But knowing that the failure of the experiment would be no difference against killing an innocent person, he was extremely hesitant. The righteousness deep in his mind, at the same time, kept jumping out and warning him, which made him fail to concentrate.

However, as Song Qinghan encouraged him by saying so, he took a few deep breath and calmed down again gradually. He did not rush to make any movement but grab the man’s wrist first and take his pulse.

Seeing that Yuan Wenxuan was capable of making diagnosis by taking pulse, Muye came to praise, kind of leisurely, “This disciple of yours should have a bright future.”

Song Qinghan pretended not to figure out the ridicule in Muye’s words, and he answered in a plain tone, “Sure, I am proud of him.”

Since Muye did not set a duration for their mission, Song Qinghan intended to try his best to delay the time. He cut open the man’s chest and then sutured the wound again and repeated the circulation as if he was showing that he was attaching great importance in this experiment.

Yuan Wenxuan, on the other side, was still young. Once he was immerse into the full concentration of researching, nothing would be distractor. It could be seen that he was frowning tight there while murmuring occasionally, and although he did not have much move, he looked even more serious than Song Qinghan right now.

Just as Song Qinghan sank into a boredom, Yuan Wenxuan shouted suddenly, “I figure it out!”

Song Qinghan was surprised at the moment Yuan Wenxuan shouted, while Muye was at ease. And both the two walked quickly towards Yuan Wenxuan, “What did you figure out?”, asked Song Qinghan.

It seemed that Yuan Wenxuan was still unconscious what was going wrong on the other side, and he answered subconsciously, “I know how to do now. We don’t have to target at the specific organ and operate on it directly, but avoid the fracture in the middle by the force of auxiliary objects.”

While he was speaking, his voice grew smaller and smaller and at the end he finally came back to his senses knowing that what he just explained was no different from assisting a demon to do something evil.

However, everything was too late to withdraw at the moment he realized that he did something unwise. The shrewdness glowed bigger in the eyes of Muye, and he uttered in a great fervor, “Right, you’ve got a incomparable brain. That is so smart of you!”