A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Chapter 156

The farmer probably realized that his tone was a little too gloating. He cleared his throat and took a hesitant look at the Yuanbao on the table. Seeing that Luo Haiyun waved his hand indifferently, he happily grabbed Yuanbao. As he walked back to the courtyard, he bit on his teeth, and his eyes were filled with satisfaction.

Seeing song QingHan in deep thought, Luo Haihai thought that he really took the farmer's words to heart, and hastened to persuade him: "if it's a man-made disaster, it's still reasonable. After all, according to his statement, people in Qingyin village have offended many villagers around. But if it comes to natural disasters, I don't believe it. God can't be so severe. If you don't like it, you can directly bring down a disaster."

"If it's true, the people in the desert who are infected with smallpox can also be regarded as" God's sin "? But if it is, you can't cure them, unless you are the reincarnation of Avalokitesvara, ha ha! "

Seeing that he was the only one among the three laughing, Luo Haihai's eyes flashed a touch of embarrassment. He coughed, and was about to open his mouth to ease the atmosphere. He heard song QingHan say: "after we got out of the carriage, we didn't hear the rooster crow, did we?"

The original Xuan thought for a while, and resolutely nodded: "master, that's right."

Song QingHan nodded clearly, as if he understood something. He turned his head and looked at yuanxuan, who had a serious look in his eyes. He said calmly, "master, you have guessed the possible reason. You can go to verify your guess in a moment. Do you want to go with me, or do you want to go with doctor Luo and see if you can find out the answer by yourself?"

Xuanxuan almost blurted out "to go with the master". On second thought, he was the "chief knife" today. Of course, he could not show his timidity. Therefore, he resolutely said, "I'll go to investigate with Dr. Luo again."

Luo Haihai's smile is a little stiff. In fact, he really wants to verify "conjecture" with song QingHan, rather than continue to search for the reason bitterly.

But song QingHan ignored his face decisively and said in a deep voice: "well, I hope you don't let me down. I can think of the general direction before dark. If not, I will directly inform the villagers of the treatment."

Yuan Wenxuan nodded seriously, his eyes were firm.

After separating from them, song QingHan went straight to Chen tou's home at the end of the village.

In fact, Mr. Chen said that he was not old, otherwise he would not have the impulse not to farm but to raise chickens.

But now he looks very old. If song QingHan had not known that he was only a few years older than himself, he would have thought he was 60 or 70 years old.

When he saw the cold of Song Dynasty, he was surprised in his eyes. He struggled to get up and said, "doctor, have you found a cure?"

Song QingHan waved his hand and motioned him not to move. After looking around, he frowned and asked, "where has your chicken gone?"

This seems to have hit old Chen's sad story. With a faint sigh, he said slowly, "before I got sick, they had almost died. If not, I would have sold them all and paid to go to the best doctor."

Song QingHan had expected such a result for a long time, so he directly asked, "other people are similar to you, aren't they? First the chicken died, then the human accident. "

Old Chen nodded. Seeing song QingHan clinging to this question, he seemed to realize something. He was shocked and said, "doctor, do you mean that someone has poisoned us? I know that people outside are envious of us raising chickens, and it's easy to get money. Although the voice is a little loud, we will give them a little money for wine every time they come back. It's not too bad to them. I didn't expect that they should...

his voice suddenly became choked, and song QingHan frowned.

"I don't mean that. I mean, your disease is transmitted to you by your chickens."

Old Chen was stunned. After responding to the meaning of song QingHan, his eyes suddenly became strange and scratched his head and said, "doctor, this chicken is a chicken, and man is a human being. How can the disease of a chicken be transmitted to people? Do you want to think about other possibilities? "

Song QingHan did not give much explanation, because there was no precise instrument here. He analyzed one, two, three, four to persuade them. So he said decisively, "where's your chicken? Where are they now? "

Seeing that song QingHan changed the topic, Lao Chen's face became more strange. He raised his finger behind him and said slowly, "all of them are closed there. I've already baked the dead. I'll deal with it when I'm ready."

Song QingHan almost laughed at this sentence and said coldly: "you don't even know what diseases they have. You still have the courage to bake them into dried meat. Are you afraid to die? Or is it that the jerky is sold to someone else, and you can't die? "

Old Chen's dark face turned red and looked like eggplant sauce. Although he hesitated in his eyes, he still blocked his neck and denied: "how could I do that? That's what I made for myself. It tastes good! Look, I'm not dead yet? "

Song QingHan sneered, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. He said calmly, "yes, it's not dead yet. Maybe it will be in a few days. Then it will turn into ash with the delicious chicken. It's all over."

Seeing song QingHan's rude remarks, Lao Chen angrily patted the bed board and said angrily, "I respect you as a doctor. You curse me in front of me! You go! I don't want your treatment! GoSong QingHan picked his eyebrows and actually walked away. Just looking at his direction, he was the backyard of old Chen head.

After seeing countless dried chicken hanging in the backyard, song QingHan didn't know what to think, especially the living chicken that was pecking under the dried chicken.

After he looked at the situation of the live chicken, he knew that he would close the door directly and no longer wait.

After verifying the idea in his mind, he went to the tree at the head of the village, sat down cross legged and thought about solutions with closed eyes.

Avian influenza is not easy to treat, because antibiotics are needed, and there is certainly no antibiotic here.

Chinese medicine can be tried, but he can't think of anything about how to operate it. He has to wait for Luo Haihai to come out before he can work out a regulation.

He waited until the clouds in the sky were dyed red, and then they came out.

Yuan Wenxuan looks ok, Luo Haiyun seems to be tired, panting, as if running a long marathon.

When he saw the cold of Song Dynasty, Yuan Yuan Xuan's eyes flashed with excitement, but his voice was still calm.

"Master, we have found out the cause. Before the villagers got sick, they all had chickens that got sick or even died. After they got sick, they still kept the dead chickens in their homes. Although there were some long-term reasons, they didn't have chickens in their homes. So we speculated that the diseases of the villagers were those Chicken. "

Song QingHan nodded and said softly, "continue."

The original text Xuan Leng Leng, a tangle appeared on his face, racked his brain and said: "although it sounds impossible, but this disease, should be transmitted to people by chickens, as for what disease, I have discussed with Dr. Luo, there is no relevant record in ancient books, I am afraid this is the first case."

Seeing that he had finished speaking, song QingHan was still staring at himself. The original Xuan touched the back of his head and whispered, "master, what did I say wrong?"

Song QingHan shook his head and calmly said, "you are right, but you are a doctor, not a yamen servant. After investigation, there is no follow-up?"

The original Xuan opened his mouth slightly and looked at Luo Haihai, but he didn't think of this.

Luo Haihai gave a slight cough and interposed: "we just found out the reason and came here. We wanted to discuss the countermeasures with you and then tell the villagers..."

Song QingHan stood up, patted his clothes, and simply said, "OK, there are only two countermeasures for the time being. One is to let the villagers burn all the chickens, whether dead, live or made into food. The second is to let the villagers burn all the chickens, whether dead, alive or made into food Do you think the villagers continue to drink medicine? "

After Xuan entered the state, his brain ran quickly, frowned and said, "this medicine should be changed for a few flavors, because their disease is not really cold. Naturally, we can't simply give them wind cold medicine."

Seeing that he had an idea, song QingHan finally nodded with satisfaction, waved his big hand, and resolutely said, "then go and act, and you will be given the rest of it!"

With that, he went straight into the carriage and seemed to be really ready to let it go.

Luo Haihai looked at the back of yuanxuan running into Qingyin village. He sighed helplessly and followed him.

In fact, the reason why they can come to this conclusion, in the final analysis, is due to song QingHan's questions at noon.

Song QingHan had conjectures after asking about those words. As long as he was not a fool, he could guess that his conjecture was related to those words. Therefore, after thinking for a while, they focused on the words asked by song QingHan and finally determined the cause of the villagers.

The sun was setting slowly, and the fire in Qingyin village did not light up. Song QingHan was not surprised when he saw the frustrated yuanxuan and Luo Haihai. He patted his seat and said calmly, "come back tomorrow. It just gives you the time to go back and study the prescription."

Luo Haihai didn't get angry, but his face was still strange. He asked curiously, "you knew we couldn't persuade the villagers?"

Song QingHan shrugged his shoulders and jokingly said, "think for yourself, if someone let you burn the guy you eat, would you not like it?"

Luo Haihai was stunned. He didn't know what he thought. He said decisively: "no!"

After saying this, he began to worry again and frowned: "what can I do? Is it difficult to ask the emperor to give orders personally? "