Chapter 23
A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life[1]
Seeing the Song Qinghan completely indifferent, Lin Dafu sighed softly and looked at Qian Baozi who was curious standing there. He frowned and asked, âWho the heck are you? Why are you still standing here?â
Qian Guanzi was not afraid by his background, but smiled and said, âYou havenât left yet. Why should I go? If Qinghan got something wrong, how can I response to my Brother Dahu?â
Lin Dafu waved his sleeves with a sullen face, saying, âIâm here, no one could even hurt Han. leave here now, donât ruin Hanâs reputation!â
Qian Guanzi looked up and noticed that it was already lunchtime. He was afraid that he would disturb Song Qinghanâs meal and probably would be rebuked by his husband at home, so he reached out and carried the fruit on his shoulder. He raised his chin towards the door and said to Lin Dafu, âLetâs go together. Itâs time for him to get a rest.â
Lin Dafu was thinking that he would have a time to get along with Song Qinghan, but when he saw Song Qinghan nod at Qian Baozi in agreement, he felt a little upset, saying, âHan, Iâll come see you again tomorrow!â
Without even looking at Lin Dafu, Song Qinghan sent Qian Baozi out and closed the door.
Finally, he regained the peace without any disturbance, and yet he was in starvation.
He shook his head and walked into the kitchen. He heated up the food Wu Dahu left for him in the morning and ate all without leaving a drop.
As the sun fell, Wu Dahu finally came back home.
Song Qinghan noticed that he got nothing in hands, asking in surprise, âDid you sell all out?â
Wu Dahu smiled and said, âYouâre right, Butcher said that our seasonings were supreme mixed with meat. Over the past few days, people have been asking him if thereâs more for sale. As soon as I went today, I sold half of the bag. The other people who received the news also rushed to buy the rest of the bag in the afternoon.â
Happiness emerged on Song Qinghanâs face when he heard that the seasonings were quite welcomed. He then said with excitement, âCoincidentally, Brother Baozi came today to buy our fruits as well, and I sold them all to him. Letâs get in the mountain again tomorrow to collect more!â
Wu Dahu glanced at the kitchen in surprise and happened to see that Song Qinghan had not accepted those eleven silver coins.
âDoes Baozi really like the fruit?â asked Wu Dahu.
Song Qinghan thought for a moment and told him what happened after Qian Baozi came here, including the matter that Lin Dafu was about to come tomorrow.
For sure, hearing that new, Wu Dahu got his face sullen, but fortunately, it was Song Qinghan who told him the matter instead of Qian Baozi. He got his mind milder thinking about this.
âItâs fine. Let him. We will go to the mountain early tomorrow, if he thinks he is kind of a tough guy. Come to the mountain!â said Wu Dahu.
Song Qinghan thought the same. Seeing that Wu Dahu was finally not angry because of Lin Dafuâs arrival, he felt that this was a big improvement for their relationship.
After dinner, Wu Dahu took out all the coins from his cloth and put it into Song Qinghanâs hands, saying, âWeâve got total sixteen silver coins today including those eleven coins from Qian Baozi, store them up.â
Song Qinghan nodded took over the coins without any hesitation, and then turned around and shoved the money under his pillow.
Predicted from this current situation, they might be rich very soon.
On the next morning, the two of them got up early. After breakfast, they walked into back mountain together with tools.
Unlike the last time, Wu Dahu did not go to hunt this time. Instead, he chose to pick up the fruits accompanying with Song Qinghan. They fulfilled the bag with fruitful of illicium verum, garlic, onions and so on.
When they left, Wu Dahu dug some rattans of the fruit, and then tied them on his own waist, heading downwards.
Along the way when he passed through the field full of garlic, ginger and onions, he stopped and tried to dig out some and then threw them into the basket he carried on the back.
Noticing his strange action, Song Qinghan couldnât help but ask, âAre you going to take them back for planting in the yard?â
Wu Dahu nodded, paused, looked at Song Qinghan, saying, âDidnât you mention that you would love to plant the tree of fructus momordicae in the yard? And plant some mushroom under. Why not we take some rattans back to plant this time, and next time we will take some soil under the pine tree back. Mushrooms love that kind of soils.â
Noticing that the man kept his every single word in mind so carefully, Song Qinghan felt a bit warm in his heart and nodded slightly.
When they got back home, they found a basket covered with a red cloth lying in front of the yard.
Song Qinghan walked over and took off the red cloth, finding that there were ten eggs lying neatly in the basket. He asked strangely, âWho brought this stuff? Would it be Brother Baozi? Or Laifu?â
Wu Dahu pondered for a moment and said slowly, âIf it was one of the two you mentioned, they wonât just leave things here. We are closed neighbors, if they found weâre not home, they will probably come next time instead of leaving stuffs here. It might be Lin Dafu!â
Hearing the name of Lin Dafu, Song Qinghan quickly placed the red cloth back on the basket, turning to Wu Dahu, saying, âThen⦠we just put it here?â
Beyond Song Qinghanâs expectation, Wu Dahu shook his head and then walked into the yard picking up the basket.
âWell, eggs are treasure for you since youâre pregnant. Logically speaking, you need to ingest at least one egg every day. We got a bad situation before not allowing you to have that nutrition, and currently eggs are hard to purchase. We will keep these eggs anyway.â
Song Qinghan hesitated for a while and then asked, âThen⦠How can we respond to Lin Dafu?â
Accepting Lin Dafuâs egg was tantamount to owing him a favor. They got such a bad relationship with his family currently. How could they pay him back?
Wu Dahu delivered an expression of âTAKE IT EASYâ to Song Qinghan and pointed at the fruits they just picked up, saying, âNext time when we head to the town, we can send him a bag of fruits. That counts, of course. Doesnât it?â
Song Qinghan thought about it. They got the fruits their own currently, and these were rare in the market. Delivering some of the fruits to Lin Dafu wasnât a bad deal though.
In the thought of that, he nodded and then walked straight to the kitchen and took out a pan, preparing to wash up the fruits.
Wu Dahu went to the back of the yard and hoed the arable field within the area. He put on a shelf there and planted the rattans of the fructus momordicae. Then he returned to the front of the yard and washed the fruits up together with Song Qinghan.
After the two finished washing up the fruits, it came to the lunch time. So they decided to have their lunch first and then continued to sort the seasoning stuffs later.
But after their meal, someone knocked the door.
It was Xiaoqing who tried to call out Song Qinghan, but he only shouted in a low voice, as if he was afraid of waking them up from their nap, âDoctor Song, Doctor Song, are you home?â
Wu Dahu opened the door and asked, âWhatâs wrong?â
When Yan Qing saw Wu Dahu, he couldnât help but become quite nervous and rubbed his cloth and looked inside, saying in a low voice, âItâsâ¦Itâs my femina dad, his wound is almost recovered, I would love to invite Doctor Song to have a check to see if thereâs a need to remove the stitches.â
When Song Qinghan heard the voice, he nodded and said decisively, âGo and letâs have a check!â
Yan Qingxuan looked at him gratefully and took a few steps forward leading the way.
Wu Dahu felt a little upset instead. He realized that Song Qinghan had become more warmhearted ever since he got his memories loss. This didnât mean that he didnât like to help people in the past, but he never heard that he got a skilled treatment to patients.
However, even though bunch of confusions occurred to him currently, he still closed and locked up the door and followed up Song Qinghan, heading together towards the mansion of Xiaoqing.
When Song Qinghan saw the wound on Xiaoqingâs femina dadâs back, he mumbled for a moment, ordering, âBring me the liquor, scissors and clean cotton.â
Hearing that, Xiaoqing rushed out in a quick move preparing those stuffs Song Qinghan mentioned.
Noticing Song Qinghan sighing after Xiaoqing left, Wu Dahu asked in concerns, âIs it bad?â
Song Qinghan frowned and held his chin, saying, âNo, it isnât bad, itâs all about the tools here, simple and not useful, if I got scalpel⦠a specific shaped knife here, it will be more convenient.â
A knife? Wu Dahu didnât ignore the word and continued to ask, âHow big the knife you want? And any shape of it?â
Song Qinghan described the shape and size of all kinds of knives for Wu Dahu. But then he realized that he couldnât make it real and then sighed again.
Wu Dahu paused for a moment, nodded and said, âLetâs head to the town tomorrow and make one. And I would love to make a knife for myself that I can carry it everywhere.â
Song Qinghan was confused but asked, âReally? Can someone make what I want? Arenât knives here all in a large-shaped?â
Wu Dahu said with a smile, âOf course, what the knives we use currently are all from the iron shop, or do you mean that your knife you use is from the other place?â
âAlright, letâs have a try tomorrow!â answered Song Qinghan, he knew exactly that he got no idea to respond to such a question.
After half an hour, Yan Qing came back with all the stuffs, and looked at his femina dad in a deep sleep. He asked, âDo I need to wake him up? He is easy to fall asleep at noon. He was awake before I came to find you, but he got asleep when we arrived.â
Song Qinghan shook his head and said, âThatâs fine for him. We donât have anesthetic drug though. Itâs good for him not noticing the upcoming pain in advance. If he awakes from the pain later, help me press on him and fix him steady!â
After that, he disinfected all the stuffs and then took the scissors, using it to cut the black threads on Xiaoqingâs femina dadâs back.
The black threads were almost embedded into the newest flesh on his back. In this situation, it was not easy for him to pick the threads out.
Fortunately, and thanked to the sun, it offered a clear sight for Song Qinghan while he was picking the threads. And finally succeeded to pick them all out.
For sure, the pain woke Xiaoqingâs femina dad up. In that moment, Xiaoqing pressed and fixed his femina dad following Song Qinghanâs order. Hence, they got a smooth process. Otherwise, any sudden movement probably would cause a bad consequence, like the scissors cut and hurt his skin by accident.
After Song Qinghan finished picking out the black threads, he wiped the area around the wound using the liquor. After every steps were done, he let out a sigh of relief and said, âEverything is fine now. He just needs to wait until the wound get its natural union, and with the scabs falling off naturally, he will be allowed to touch with water. But now, you should still keep the taboo onward.â
âThank you, Doctor Song, thank you so much. How kind of you!â said Xiaoqingâs femina dad with an excitement.
Song Qinghan waved his hand and said, âItâs nothing. Youâd better take a good rest now. Weâll go back home now.â
After that, Xiaoqing sent the two to the front of the yard, but then he hesitated for a while, and still reminded them, saying, âI heard that the village head from the neighbor village would love to make an auspicious match to Brother Dahu, he wants his femina son to marry Brother Dahu!â