A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life-Chapter 225

The chief of the military doctor wanted to say no, but his throat seemed to be strangled in the face of more than ten eyes, and he could not say it.

He nodded his head, touched his nose and said, "it can be, but no one has time to do it, so...

Song QingHan stopped, calmly picked up the man, and said," I'll do it myself later. "

Although these people may not mind staying with the dead, after all, the dead man was once a brother, but song QingHan still had to take into account the influence and move the man out.

Shuluo sighed quietly, took song QingHan's wine to eliminate poison to his hand, took the scalpel, and quietly operated on the next person.

The chief of the military doctor was very cramped beside him, as if the temperature in the tent was gradually rising and he was going to be baked.

A person in a tent, only he is still idle, like redundant existence. f𝔯ee𝘸𝘦𝚋𝒏oѵ𝐞l.c𝒐𝓂

Finally, he couldn't stand it. He whispered to song QingHan: "I'm going to prepare for cremation."

After song QingHan nodded his head, he was relieved and ran away from the tent, as if something was chasing him.

After finishing the tent, it was already dark. The chief of the military doctor, holding three ashes boxes in his hand, hesitated to song QingHan and said, "are you really going to these places they said? I haven't even heard of the name. I can imagine how remote it is. Maybe one is in the south of the sky, and the other is in the north of the earth...

Song QingHan carried the burden on his back, rubbed his aching arm, took over all the ashes boxes one by one, glanced calmly at the head of the military doctor, and said in a deep voice: "you can't be without faith. Since I have promised, I will do it naturally.", As far as anesthesia is not troublesome, it will not bother adults. "

After watching this for a long time, the man had a more profound understanding of song QingHan's medical skills. Therefore, when he heard the "adult", his face was hot, as if he had been slapped.

Seeing that song QingHan was about to leave, he hesitated for a moment, but he still couldn't help asking: "do you want me to apply to the top to transfer you, and then you don't have to go to work every day. When you want to do it, you can do it..."

Song QingHan stopped, shook his head very decisively, and refused: "no, I have to take my son. It's impossible to stay here all day It's better to come over when I have time. If I really don't have time, you can ask Shuluo to find me to take these things. Anyway, he can do it now

Shuluo has a high talent in imitating behavior. Although he does not understand the principle of song QingHan's operation, he can copy his actions exactly. The longer he contacts with him, the more he admires his skills.

You know, even though yuanyuanxuan has fully understood the pathology, there are still many problems in his own operation. However, for Shuluo, the problems encountered by yuanxuan are not a problem at all. If the abilities of two people can be combined together...

Song QingHan thinks it's good to think about it, and then there will be another "he" in the world There is no need to worry about being treated as an alternative, and no one knows how to solve the problem after he falls ill.

However, this is just for the moment just to think about it. Shuluo's identity has become a mystery. It is only by chance that they meet in the barracks. In the future, they can still meet each other, let alone take him to see yuanyuanxuan.

After returning to his tent, song QingHan just put the urn in place, and then he heard Jiayi say in disgust: "did you fall into a dungpit? Please, go out and wash it and come back. If you can't smell it, doesn't mean we can't smell it? How can I sleep tonight if the smell stays for a long time

Song QingHan glanced at him and saw that he was making up for the mirror. He raised his eyebrows and said, "what? Are you going to see Lord Wu? "

"How do you know?"

Home instrument hands a shake, just flutter good powder Susu to the whereabouts, like under a light snow.

Seeing him staring at himself, song QingHan chuckled and shook his head: "the make-up is too light. Men all like the thick one, which looks exciting."

Jiayi looked at his back when he went out with his clothes in his eyes. When she looked in the mirror, she felt that her makeup was light. She couldn't help but pounce on her face with powder, and her lips were pursed into a ruddy look. It looked very attractive.

Song QingHan wiped his body and changed his clothes. He didn't know what to think. Instead of picking up the small stone, he went around Wu Dahu's tent.

When he arrived, Jiayi had just been allowed to go in. She looked extremely excited and her rouge on her face became more red.

Wu Dahu in the tent didn't have any expression. After the ceremony, he said in a deep voice: "what can I do for you?"

Home instrument slightly droops her head, front flabby to droop, showing a touch of "want to say also rest" white.

"Jiayi was worried about Lord Wu, so she specially sent the ointment for him. I wonder if your trip today is smooth?"

Wu Dahu didn't look at the ointment on his hand, and said with a cold face, "thank you very much. If there is no other thing, I will have a rest."Seeing the result of her efforts to dress up carefully, Jiayi's eyes flashed a little unwilling. After putting the ointment away, she stood up slowly and took the initiative to step forward: "my Lord, I have learned how to massage at home. I've been busy all day. Why don't you let me relax my muscles and bones for adults?"

After perceiving his action, Wu Dahu frowned tightly and said in a deep voice: "no! Don't you understand me

His trip today was not smooth. When he heard that someone was looking for him, he was just trying to keep up his spirits. At this time, he saw that Jiayi was constantly entangled, and naturally he was not in a good mood, and his tone of voice became severe.

Jiayi's action is a meal, eyes a red, gently bent down salute, resentment to sweep Wu Dahu one eye, quietly leave from the door.

Song QingHan always stood in the shadow. After seeing Jiayi leave, he pondered for a moment. He probably guessed Wu Dahu's current mood. He took out the rice paper he had written with charcoal pen and kneaded it into a ball. Then he opened a gap in the tent and threw it in.

When Wu pulls the tent, he will not go to the tent.

When Wu Dahu finished the medicine and was ready to blow out the candle, something suddenly kicked away from his feet, which made him look down.

After bending down to pick up the paper, he looked at the four big characters of justice on it, and somehow he wanted to laugh.

"The tiger will win!"