A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Chapter 213

It is impossible to sew up the broken hand at one time. Therefore, song QingHan sewed, disassembled and sewed again and again. It took him at least three times to finally determine the final position and restore the broken hand to its original shape with fine thread.

It was probably because the pain of the body came in waves after wave, which stimulated the paralyzed nerves of the man. After the hand was connected, his eyelashes trembled and his eyes slowly opened.

"Water, water..."

the eyes have just entered the light from the dark, there is a buffer state, what's more, the person who has lost too much blood and is not dark in front of him is lucky enough to be able to see his own shadow not far away.

Shuluo did not wait for song QingHan's order, trotted to get a pot of warm water, poured it into the cup, carefully lifted up the man's upper body and fed him half a bowl of water.

After replenishing the water, the man's eyes gradually focused. When he saw the face of song QingHan who bowed his head for surgery, a touch of surprise flashed in his eyes and subconsciously said, "is it you? What are you doing? Where is this? "

Song QingHan saw that he began to wave his body unconsciously in a sober state, worried that he would affect the operation effect. He frowned and said, "if you want to live, don't talk! Wait till I'm done! "

The man was stupefied. After digesting song QingHan's words, he had a bitter smile on his mouth. He didn't change his mind. He was unreasonable and upright. Fortunately, he was a once dead man. He was indifferent to many things. So Rao didn't understand the current situation. He didn't speak any more With the help of song QingHan, he was allowed to lie on his back again.

The situation of his legs was more complicated, and because of his bigger size, song QingHan needed to spend more energy on his mind, but even so, he still failed four or five times in a row.

Shuluo is beside looking at all anxious for song QingHan, a pair of scratching the ears and scratching the cheek, as if would like to go up to help song QingHan sew.

Song QingHan is still calm, not to mention failure four or five times, even if this leg can not be connected, that is normal, after all, he is not omnipotent, not every operation is so smooth.

The pain was even more painful when he was awake, but the man didn't say any complaints, because after feeling it for such a long time, he also felt the smell. He knew that song QingHan was probably helping him to connect his legs. So don't talk about it. He tried his best to slow down his breathing, so as not to disturb song QingHan.

He and Shuluo both ignored one thing, that is, no matter who told me that the broken hands and feet could be connected, others would think it was a fantasy, but they subconsciously accepted this matter, and did not even have a trace of doubt, which was simply a terrible thing.

This is probably the charm of song QingHan. Of course, it is precisely because of his concentration and seriousness in the operation that he exudes this convincing charm.

The quiet atmosphere flowed in the tent, and large beads of sweat appeared on the cold forehead of Song Dynasty. With his reddish cheeks, it looked as if he had just finished physical work.

"Well, don't move. I'll tell you as I clean up."

He raised his arm and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his clothes to keep them from flowing into his eyes.

The man nodded obediently, and decided to wait for song QingHan to finish, and then he asked himself what he didn't know.

Song QingHan's speed was very fast, and he quickly explained: "your hands and feet are not broken completely, so I tried to connect them together. As for whether you can succeed or not, it depends on your physique and recovery. To put it simply, you can sum it up to see your life."

Shuluo seems to think that song QingHan said so long, after a series of words, he said that a mysterious and mysterious word was very funny. He could not help but cover his mouth and secretly laughed twice.

Song QingHan glanced at him, and saw that he quickly restrained his expression on his face, and then said: "moving must be immovable. Before they are re bonded together, you can't move. Whether it's eating or defecating, you are committed to doing it here. I believe that with your official position, you should not have no one to help you clean up."

After listening to this sentence, Shuluo couldn't help but sigh.

Who can be the sweeper? Of course it's him! Who made him unlucky to be assigned to this person?

has the final say, "I don't know what time you can move." what if you don't have an accident, I should come here every day. Even before the enemy's call, you'll lie there, and they will not know whether you are alive or dead.

The man was blocked by song QingHan's words, and finally he couldn't help saying, "are you a doctor?"

Song QingHan picked his eyebrows, as if he had heard some big joke. He said calmly, "is it too late for you to discover this fact now? If not, do I dare to stitch needles on you? You're not a rag. "

After listening to song QingHan's answer, the man realized that he was asking a silly question. He coughed slightly, hesitated for a moment, and continued to ask, "how long will it take to get better? A big war will break out in half a month. I hope I can catch up with... ""Oh, then you must not catch up. Just give up."

Song QingHan's face was calm, as if he didn't see the gray look on his face.

Still Shuluo couldn't see, he comforted him and said, "in any case, even if you can move, you can't help any more, so...

after a pause, he saw that the man's face looked even paler. He seemed to reflect that he said a bad word, coughed gently, and kept silent wisely.

After song QingHan said this, his things were almost ready. He clapped his hands, stood up, nodded to Shu and said, "it's late. I'll go back to have a rest. You can watch here. If he has a fever in the middle of the night, you can...

" I'll go to see you! "

Shu Luo quickly took the way, see song QingHan a face inexplicably looking at himself, could not help but straighten out the chest way: "I did not say wrong?"

Song QingHan, with a smile, said calmly, "take a jar of wine and wipe it on him for a whole night. By the next morning, he will be fine."

See Shuluo show a face of liver pain expression, song QingHan finally feel the pressure on the body a loose, turn back to the ground that person nodded, way: "that I go first."

After that, he decisively opened the tent and went out. Meanwhile, he also said to Shu Luo, who was going to send him off: "be good. Don't let others come in. If you have any words, let them speak outside, saying that your dog skin plaster can't be affected by the wind."