A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Chapter 101

After cleaning up, the original Xuan suddenly raised his head and asked song QingHan, "master, do I also want to have an operation?"

Song QingHan thought for a while, and said, "how about doing it tomorrow?"

If this pus should not be used so directly on normal people, after a day's time, the reaction that should appear should come out.

The original text Xuan nods cleverly, agreed to come down.

Doctor Shi looked at the apprentice of other people's family. He couldn't help but look back at his family's boy. He sighed deeply and shook his head and said, "I can't compare with you, from big to small..."

Xia Yunfei touched the gauze on his body, and suddenly said, "I have so much pus on my body. If it's all used up, can people in the desert still be saved?"

This is also doctor Shi and the original Xuan do not understand, smell speech quickly turned to look at Song QingHan, waiting for him to answer.

Song QingHan was not able to laugh or cry about their reaction, but he was very serious in his reply. He said in a positive way: "help. People in the desert don't need your pus. They use cattle."

Xia Yunfei was stunned and said in a strange way: "cow? It's also a little bit....

Song QingHan sighed. He didn't want to make up words to deceive them. He took a tough attitude and said, "listen to me, it's right."

One day later, song QingHan didn't have any abnormal reaction, and Qingfeng's red pox became more obvious.

After confirming that his operation was correct, song QingHan asked doctor Shi to vaccinate yuanxuan with vaccinia, and let the strong men vaccinate each other again.

Doctor Shi was a little discouraged when he saw that his level of operation could not even catch up with the original Xuan. However, after seeing the movements of the strong men, he immediately got up and pointed out in a loud voice.

Although these strong men had been around yuanxuan and doctor Shi for surgery, and had heard song QingHan explain the operation method in detail, when it was their turn, they scratched on each other's hands without any importance. Some of them even got stabbed in white bones and made a miserable scream.

After planting all the vaccinia, these strong men are lying on the ground, looking loveless. Where are the spirits of the local ruffians before?

When he was ready to rush to the desert, song QingHan suddenly thought of something and asked doctor Shi, "what's the matter with your little boy?"

Doctor Shi was stunned and knocked on the door of the boy.

Last night, he and song QingHan crowded a room, and today has been busy planting vaccinia, completely leaving his little boy nine days away.

After hearing the knock on the door, the boy said weakly, "don't come in. I have to have smallpox...

his voice is too small. Doctor Shi didn't hear the second half of the sentence. Thinking that he hadn't eaten for two days, he felt a little uneasy. He called a strong man and knocked the door open and walked in quickly.

Two people four eyes face each other, the boy shrunk for a while, cover with quilt on his head.

Doctor Shi widened his eyes and said in shock, "you, you have smallpox?"

Who could have thought that the most defensible boy had become the only one among them who had been infected with smallpox, and judging from the growth of chickenpox, it was not his first day of illness.

The boy, nestled in the quilt, sobbed bitterly, half regretting and half afraid: "I knew I would not touch his hand. Wuwu, what should I do now? I don't want to die... "

after Dr. Shi responded, he stretched out his hand to pull his quilt apart and comforted him:" it's OK. Doctor song's method is useful. The wind of smallpox is almost over. Come out and ask Dr. Song to operate on you. "

Now he has completely accepted song QingHan's theory. Words like operation, suture and operation are very smooth.

The boy snuffled and walked out of bed slowly. Thinking that he had treated song QingHan as before, he would go to ask him again. He burst into grief and cried: "I don't want to go to him. He will certainly humiliate me..."

Song QingHan, who heard the news outside, waved to Xia Yunfei, put the scalpel on Yuanyuan Xuan's hand and said calmly: "you go, No It's rude. "

Xuan thought of that day was pushed out of the scene a little angry, pointing to the strong men, bet airway: "let them go! They need more practice! "

Song QingHan picked his eyebrows, his face suddenly sank and said in a cold voice, "Oh? If you meet people who make you unhappy, you will not save them, right? What is the most important thing for a doctor? "

The original Xuan was said to have lowered his head, pinched the corner of his clothes and said, "benevolence."

After that, before Song QingHan could educate him again, he took the initiative to say, "master, I'm wrong. I'll go now."

Song QingHan looked at his back and nodded his head when he came into the room and calmly finished the operation for the boy.

After waiting for yuan Wenxuan to come out, song QingHan takes him to the corner, looks at his silent appearance, funny way: "still angry?"

The original Xuan shook his head vigorously, hesitated for a moment, and then honestly said: "a little bit, I already know that I was wrong, but my anger is not over."Song QingHan stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, comforting him: "it's normal to be angry, but it's not normal if you're not angry. It's just that as a doctor, you should separate your emotions from your actions. You know, our duty is to cure the sick and save the people, not to eliminate the evil and stabilize the good."

After thinking for a moment, Xuan hesitated and said, "if the murderer is injured, should we also save him?"

Song QingHan was stunned and said, "but how do you know that he is a real murderer, or what is the purpose of his killing?"

Seeing that Xuan's eyes were full of doubts, song QingHan knew that these were too profound for him, and explained: "for example, one intends to kill two, and the other accidentally kills one in the process of resistance. So, is the second murderer? What's more, three is ready to kill all the people in the village, and has already taken a knife to act. Four will kill three when he knows it. So, is fourth also a murderer? When you meet two or four, are you going to save it or not? "

After hesitating for a while, he murmured, "I don't know..."

Song QingHan laughed and touched his head: "so, we only care about curing diseases and saving people. As for whether that person is good or bad, it is up to the government to decide and deal with it. If we manage too much, we will be more and more careful Chaos. "

When Xuan understood the original sentence, he nodded and promised, "OK, master, I will try to separate emotion from behavior."

In fact, when you think about it, Dr. Shi's servant didn't actually hurt him. Moreover, his performance, like that, belongs to not separating emotion from behavior?

In order to remind himself not to be such a person at any time in the future, he wrote down in his heart the example of a boy.

After all the luggage was sorted out, the Party headed for the desert.

That group of hooligans didn't want to follow song QingHan and others to the dangerous desert, but song QingHan didn't give them any response. Whenever they asked to leave, they would stare at them quietly, making their backs hairy and reflect on whether they had been poisoned by song QingHan these days. In the end, they couldn't stand the feeling of fear and helped Song Qing obediently Cold busy up and down, after getting the promise that "you can leave when you come back from the desert", he finally put his heart down.

The desert, like its name, is a town standing on the desert.

Fortunately, after all, it has not reached the northwest. There are deserts and oases. Although it is not the most pleasant environment, it is enough for people to live.

However, today's desert is just like a deserted city, with only the noise of the wind and no trace of living people.

Xia Yunfei is the most familiar with the situation in the desert. However, he explained to the crowd: "since the smallpox, the villagers are not willing to go out and walk, most of them stay in their own homes."

"By the way, are we going to the sheep farm first?"

He still remembered that song QingHan said that he would use the two oxen to save the man on the desert, so he confirmed to song QingHan.

Song QingHan nodded and asked, "how many people are there in the desert?"

Xia Yunfei thought for a moment and frowned: "before I came out, there were still more than 100 people left. Some of them were critically ill. Now I don't know how much is left."

The disease is merciless, and every moment may take a life that is still alive. Song QingHan's expression is a little heavy. The commander said: "after arriving at the sheep farm in a while, we will solve the remaining people in the sheep farm first. Then Xia Yunfei and Qingfeng soldiers will gather the villagers and separate them according to the severity of the disease. We will take turns to operate for the villagers."

When they arrived at the sheep farm, they immediately split up.

After hearing the news outside, the sheep farm moved out slowly. Seeing so many strange faces, they all looked shocked. They didn't know whether to go out or go back to the room.

Fortunately, they still recognize Xia Yunfei, and they quickly ask in a voice, "Yunfei? What are these people here for? Didn't you go out to see the doctor

Xia Yunfei saw that his familiar face had been eroded by smallpox. His eyes were red, and he repressed his excitement and said, "they are the doctors I have come to. You are saved. Everyone is saved!"

The workers looked at each other, took a long time to digest the news, trembling voice: "really, really? Are we really saved? "

"Plop" several times, they knelt on the ground, worshipped song QingHan and others, and cried: "God bless, thank you doctor, thank you doctor!"

Song QingHan pursed his mouth tightly, did not utter a word, directly took out the surgical knife to eliminate the poison.

He must seize the time and seize the time to snatch the lives of these people from the hands of the Lord Yan.