A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Chapter 9

Song Qinghan woke up after taking a nap, when he heard someone knocking on the door, he asked vigilantly, "Who?"

"...I, Xiaoqing."

He opened the door, looked at Xiaoqing who was clutching the hem of his clothes shyly, and said with a frown, "Are you looking for Duhu again?"

Xiaoqing shook her head violently, handed over the basket in her hand, and said in a low voice, "Father is much better these two days, he asked me to thank you."

Song Qinghan glanced at it, and saw that the basket was full of soybeans, with six eggs on top.

He was not polite, and reached out to take it. Seeing Xiaoqing turned around and wanted to leave, after thinking about it, he felt that he couldn't accept other people's things for nothing, so he said, "Wait a minute, I'll go with you."

Xiaoqing originally meant the same thing, but seeing how fast he picks things up, she didn't have the nerve to say it out.

The two were not in a hurry this time and walked slowly, but neither of them took the initiative to speak.

In the end, Xiaoqing couldn't bear the silence, and asked curiously: "Where did you hear about the fact that needles and threads can sew wounds? Is it in the town?"

Song Qinghan thought for a while, he had to find a source for his ability, otherwise it would be difficult to explain, so he nodded along the way.

Xiaoqing just wanted to say that the people in the town are amazing, but then she remembered that Song Qinghan was driven back to the countryside from the town. Wouldn't it expose people's scars if she said that?So the words on the lips became: "You are really amazing! No wonder Brother Dahu will marry you."

After finishing speaking, the atmosphere stagnated, Xiaoqing wanted to slap herself, why didn't the pot open and which pot was lifted?Who doesn't know that the person Song Qinghan really wants to marry is Lin Dafu?Wu Dahu is great in her heart, but it doesn't mean he is also great in Song Qinghan's heart!

Unexpectedly, Song Qinghan nodded and said seriously: "It's quite amazing to be able to marry Wu Dahu."

Hearing this sentence, Xiaoqing felt sour in her heart, and the thoughts of jealousy came out uncontrollably.

Fortunately, the two of them had already reached his house, otherwise he might not have said anything.

Song Qinghan looked at Xiaoqing's female father's wound, nodded in satisfaction, and said: "It's recovered very well. If it continues like this, the stitches will be removed in half a month. If I forget by then, Remember to call me."

Xiaoqing covered her mouth in surprise, and said, "Stitches need to be removed?!"

Song Qinghan raised his eyebrows, and said with a half-smile: "If you don't dismantle it, is it possible to keep it forever? Grow with the meat?"

Xiaoqing's female father imagined that there would be a thread hanging from his back at any time, and hurriedly said: "Take it down, take it down, it must be taken down, then I will trouble Dahu and his husband."

Song Qinghan nodded, feeling that his obligations had been fulfilled, and prepared to go back.

As soon as he went out, his attention was attracted by a group of men walking by quickly.

"That blood, splashing, keeps flowing out of my stomach, and I can't stop it!"

"Ah, so scary? Poor thing, how can this be saved?"

"What are you saving? As long as the child is fine, if he looks like that, even if he is rescued, he won't be able to live for a few days, and his vitality is gone."

As a doctor, Song Qinghan couldn't just sit idly by and ignore their conversation. He took a few steps forward, grabbed the corner of a person's clothes, and asked, "What blood? Who happened?"

The man turned his head and was about to answer when he saw that the person who was asking the question was Song Qinghan, a look of disgust flashed in his eyes, he pulled back his clothes and patted them, and said angrily: "It's really unlucky, I hit a disaster star!"

The other two behaved similarly, avoiding Song Qinghan like a fierce tiger, and one of them even spat on the ground and landed at Song Qinghan's feet.

Xiaoqing saw it in the yard, and he couldn't bear to come out, and persuaded him: "He learned some medical skills in the town, you uncles might as well lead him to have a look, maybe it can save a life."

The person who spit out looked Song Qinghan up and down funnyly, his contempt was beyond words, and he dragged his voice: "Just him? I'm afraid it's not the 'medical skills' of hooking men?"

After finishing speaking, the three of them looked at each other and could only smile knowingly.

Because she was the one who opened the mouth, and being ridiculed by the three of them, Xiaoqing's anger was also aroused, pointing to her family and saying: "My female father was cured by him! Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand! "

Among the three, the soft-tempered person persuaded: "Xiaoqing, you were also raised by your uncles, don't mix with nonsense things, then it will affect your reputation, and you will be the one who suffers, You must know that some people have no shame in talking about it!"

Xiaoqing's face turned red with anger, but she was not as calm as they were and could say anything. When she turned her head and saw Song Qinghan's brows were pleasing to the eye, she felt a little distressed. She suddenly took his hand and made up her mind. Determined: "I'll take you there! It's such a big village, I still can't believe I can't find it!"

Song Qinghan was taken aback, and followed Xiaoqing obediently.

He wasn't "low-browed and pleasing to the eye" just now, he was just thinking about how to bring the three of them down within three moves. After much deliberation, there was no suitable way, after all, there was something in his stomach that got in the way.

Probably because he heard his inner voice, he was suddenly kicked in the stomach, which made his footsteps stop.

Seeing that he didn't leave, Xiaoqing hurriedly asked, "What's the matter? Don't you want to go?"

Song Qinghan shook his head with an inexplicable expression, signaling him to continue leading the way, but put his right hand quietly on his stomach, as if confirming that the pain just now was not a hallucination.

Sure enough, as Xiaoqing said, the village is only that big. After searching around, they finally came to the gate of the family that had the accident.

Seeing the people inside with ugly expressions, waiting anxiously in front of a room, and there were pots of blood pouring out of that room, Xiaoqing seemed to realize what was going on, and suddenly grabbed Song Qinghan's hand : "You can't go in, the people inside are having a difficult delivery."

This is a customary rule. Pregnant men and unmarried female men are not allowed to enter the room of a man with dystocia, and it is best not to even step into the courtyard, so as not to encounter bad luck and have dystocia in the future.

Song Qinghan didn't know this rule, even if he knew it, he would scoff at it.

Let him, a doctor, not believe that dystocia is due to scientific evidence such as abnormal fetal position or too large fetus, but to believe that it is due to bad luck?Don't even think about it in your next life!

Seeing that he insisted on going in, Xiaoqing couldn't stop him, gritted her teeth, and followed into the courtyard.

When the people in the yard saw a strange pregnant man walking in with an unmarried female man, they were half surprised and half angrily shouted: "Nonsense! What are you two doing here!"

Song Qinghan frowned, quickly rolled up his sleeves, and said coldly: "Let me go in and see how he is doing, and whether he can be saved!"

His words probably hit the sensitive nerves of everyone in the courtyard. One of the young men jumped up and cursed: "Can you save me! My husband will be fine!"

Several other older men also said one after another: "Zhuer Jiren has his own aura, and with the blessing of the Bodhisattva this time, he will definitely get through it."

"Yes, he wears the amulet that I consecrated in the temple. I heard that the temple is very spiritual. It will definitely protect Zhu'er and his son."

"..."

Song Qinghan pierced through mercilessly: "Whether he can survive, don't you have any idea? Did the Bodhisattva appear in front of you to help him give birth to a child? Oh, bless you? Get out of the way!"

Before they recovered, Song Qinghan quickly pushed open the door and walked into the delivery room.

There was a lot of commotion outside, it sounded like a mess, but no one dared to come in, probably because they were afraid of bumping into the delivery man, and they were afraid that they would also be affected by bad luck.

Smelling the strong smell of blood in the room, Song Qinghan's heart sank, knowing that the matter was more serious than he imagined.

Seeing his big belly, the midwife was so frightened that he didn't even care about the baby boy, so he came over to stop him, and said anxiously, "I don't dare! What are you doing here with a big belly? Get out!"

Song Qinghan turned a deaf ear to it, pushed Chan Gong away, and walked to the bed.

The hair and body of the childbirth boy named Zhu'er were already wet with sweat, and there was an opening in his high stomach. It seemed that something was struggling to come out of it, and at the same time, there was a trace of blood flowing out.

Song Qinghan's heart was shocked. He never expected that the man here would give birth like this, but he didn't show it on the surface, and asked calmly: "What should we do next? Why do you say he has a difficult delivery?"

Seeing that he couldn't persuade him, and the situation on Zhu'er's side seemed to be more dangerous, the public servant hurriedly put him down, walked up to Zhu'er, wiped the sweat from Zhu'er's forehead with a towel, and said anxiously: "Now the hole is serious. It should be fully opened, but it is still tightly closed, the fetus cannot come out, and the bleeding cannot be stopped."

"If it still doesn't work..." He paused, as if he had made up his mind, he said, "The only thing we can do is to abandon the big one and protect the young one!"

Song Qinghan frowned tightly, and asked: "If his stomach is cut open, can the fetus be taken out?"

Mr. Chan looked at him as if he was looking at a troublemaker, and taught him a lesson: "The closure is based on the length of the opening. If you open it more, there will be a part of it that cannot be closed. Can that person still live?" ?”

Although Song Qinghan still didn't know what shutting up was, he could probably understand Chan Gong's words. After pondering for a moment, he confirmed: "Except for a part that can't be closed, there are no other side effects... Are there any disadvantages?"

He realized that Mr. Chan couldn't understand the word "side effect", he swirled his tongue, and hurriedly changed the word.

Chan Gong looked at him reproachfully, if he hadn't had a big belly, Chan Gong would have kicked him out by now.

"You can't even close your stomach, so what's wrong with you? Get out! Don't make any more trouble!"

Song Qinghan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, his face was always calm during the operation, he turned and opened the door, and said to the outside: "Prepare high-grade wine, threaded needle and thread, boiling water and scissors, and pass them half a stick of incense, otherwise Pearl's life will die." Save!"

After finishing speaking, he closed the door and refused to let the Chancellor open it. He said in a deep voice, "Whether you can help me improve your reputation or not depends on today!"

Gong Gong realized what he meant, his heart was shocked, and he asked: "You, can you save him?"