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A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life[1]
The head villager frowned tight there, the torch stayed quietly in his hand as he took a pause, seemingly he was in a dilemma currently.
The reason why he gathered everyone here today was to burn this âmongrelâ till he died in order to warn the others. If he was going to change his mind now, he worried that probably he wouldnât have any warning examples if they encountered a similar case in the future.
What kind of punishment should he execute? Maybe this time he could dig out the mixed-race manâs wrist tendons and leg tendons, and next time he could poke the otherâs eyes blind for the mercy. And the third time should he release them directly?
Old Fang definitely understood the dilemma the head villager was facing now, yet he got no other ideas currently. If he didnât speak out his mind this time, probably the head villager would never ever consider his advise in any case.
âAs long as you give him a chance to breathe, I will guarantee and be responsible to everything for the ensuing matters. I am quite free now any way, I can keep my eyes on him everyday, he will be protected by me until I die. I wonât bother any of you in the rest of my life.â
After that, he suddenly turned to look at the mixed-race man gently in the eyes, and asked amicably, âYoung boy, are you willing to accept that?â
âI⦠I doâ¦â the feeble mixed-race man shaped his mouth weakly while he was struggling to open his mouth to answer.
Now, the head villager got no other excuse for continuing the brutal and inhuman activity. When he was pondering there, he noticed that all of the villagers were staring at him. And then he finally made up his mind, and roared in a low voice, âAlright then, as you wish, Old Fang. Come on guys, break his wrist and leg tendons, poke his eyes and cut his tongue!â
Song Qinghanâs forehead twitched, he didnât expect that the head villager would be so heartless without a sense of mercy. He was a real cruel man who got a mind a real savage would possess. Well, probably the head villager himself would think that he was already a sage now not to cut off the manâs ears.
Old Fang sighed heavily there when he saw bunch of men rushed over and untied the mixed-race man quickly, he definitely knew what the fate of the man would be in the future. He could do nothing now but just retreated to the other side, shivering and wiping the tears at the corners of his eyes with his sleeves.
He was old enough and he got a tender-hearted mind. If he wasnât going to be responsible for taking care of the mixed-race man, probably he would have already left the place because it was hard for him to endure everything happened.
Seeing that the head villager waving the knife high in the air and cutting the manâs leg tendons, Song Qinghan finally shouted out of his wrath, âWait a minute! Have you prepared the medicine yet before the punishment?â
The head villager was a bit dumbfounded when he was suddenly inquired by Song Qinghan, he reached out to erase the blood stain ejected from the manâs leg on his face. And then he subconsciously asked, âWhat medicine?â
Coldness fulfilled in the eyes of Song Qinghan, he cleared the crowd blocking in front of him, and then squatted down to check the injuries on the manâs legs. Frowning, he uttered, âYou are totally wrong in the cutting angle, and you have cut through his aorta. He will definitely die if you donât take any measures to stop his bleeding condition in a quarter.â
If Song Qinghan wasnât putting on a serious face when he said so while giving some rational reasons, the head villager probably would have believed that Song Qinghan was just lying.
Noticing that the man on the ground gradually losing his complexion, the head villager hesitated but the next moment he glanced around and shouted, âDoctor Le, get over here and help stop bleeding.â
âOh!â the man who was called âDoctor Leâ among the crowd sounded awkwardly, âSorry but the medicine used for that is run up today, I just happened to make moreâ¦â
Song Qinghan glanced at the head villager coldly. Seeing that the head villager was holding a knife while acting like at a loss, he calmly said, âI can help stop the bleeding if you trust me. But I want to take him away for a short while, and I will bring him back after the treatment.â
Hearing that Song Qinghan was able to stop the bleeding, the head villager intended to agree at first. But when he realized that Song Qinghan was going to take away the mixed-race man, he subconsciously refused, âNo way! Who will be responsible if something happens? In addition, he is supposed to die today, it should be an easier way for him to take than being burnt to die!â
Realizing that the head villager was about to change his mind, Old Fang couldnât help but approached and covered himself on the mixed-race man. He pointed at the manâs pale face and said with a trembling voice, âWhat troubles can he make now being like this? I will be all responsible for every accident, alright? If he dares to do something with a bad intention, I will take the initiative to end his life! Please let this kind doctor take him and help stop the bleeding! Thatâs a man alive who now is suffering!â
Seeing that the mixed-race man was getting worse and worse, Song Qinghanâs became tougher in his attitude. He said coldly, âIf you donât believe me, send someone to follow us. I think the Infanta Hening should get a superior power to decide the punishment on this man, right?â
If it wasnât for the a case involving human life which should be treated with the utmost care, he wouldnât have mentioned Hening once again. Because he knew that it was a truth that the power ruled everywhere.
As expected, the head villager sank into another round of hesitation when he heard the name of Hening again. He took an awkward glance at the fresh blood on the ground, and finally agreed.
âAlright, Dagou, Ergou. Go follow them, Old Fang, youâre too old to take that trip yourself, just stay here and wait for the news.â
Old Fang opened his mouth and seemed to want to say something, but Song Qinghan took the initiative to say, âSir, donât worry, he will be fine!â
Hearing that, Old Fang finally loosened his shoulders, he nodded slightly and saw them off in the distance.
Song Qinghan took out a clean gauze from the bag that Yuan Wenxuan carried with along the trip. After quickly bandaging the mixed-race man, he made an order to the so-called Dagou and Ergou to raise the man up, and put him slightly on the carriage.
Lu Sen had been following Song Qinghan silently in behind, so Song Qinghan did not catch the struggle in Lu Senâs eyes.
After they were on their trip again, Lu Sen suddenly asked, âChilde, can I keep following you? After all, the field hasnât been purchased by you yetâ¦â
Although Song Qinghan knew that Lu Sen intended to follow him not because of that reason at all, he did not bother to expose to make Lu Sen embarrassed, but just nodded directly, âOf course, well, I still need to pay you for the trip, donât refuse that.â
Lu Sen was choked by the words in his throat, he wanted to say something but the decisive look on Song Qinghanâs face failed him to do so. Yet when he caught the glimpse of that mixed-race man, he was full of sorrow.
Fortunately, the distance between the village and the Yueban City wasnât that long. So not long they reached Song Qinghanâs current house. With the assistance of the other two men, they succeeded carrying the mixed-race man into the house and on the bed.
Dagou and Ergou showed their admiration when they glanced around in the yard. While their attitudes changed when they came to know that Song Qinghan was in a rich condition.
Even if Yueban Cityâs house price had dropped significantly due to the war, it was still difficult for the others to obtain and purchase such a big house with a big yard.
They probably thought that it was exaggerated when Song Qinghan said he was an acquaintance to the Infanta Hening. But from the current situation, he definitely wouldnât stay opposite against that statement.
Song Qinghanâs attention was now wholly focused on the mixed-race man. So he didnât notice that these two men from the village was going through an amazing expressional change. Yet even if he noticed that, he wouldnât deem it as an amusing matter and tease at them. Human beings are creatures which seek advantages and avoid disadvantages after all.
He asked Hulian to boil a bowl of ginseng soup, and he quickly took the scalpel which had been disinfected by Yuan Wenxuan, slowly cut off the gauze that was about to stick to the wound, and then disinfected it with alcohol, applied the medical cream which was made by Yuan Wenxuan, and took another clean gauze again and carefully bandaged it.