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A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life[2]
Song Qinghan glanced at him and took the manâs hand out of the sand. Wiping away the remaining sand on the manâs hand, he said calmly, âAs long as you wish to, you will be successfully thinking of a way! See, arenât you able to grasp a handful of sand yourself?â
The manâs body trembled slightly, with his eyes got rimmed all of a sudden while the tears fell from his cheeks abruptly. Although there were two dirty marks left on his face, the tears that fell to the ground were crystal clear as zealous as his heart, burning with great ambition.
After a long time, he finally managed to control his uncontrollable emotions, untied the tattered clothes he was currently wearing, and then uttered to Song Qinghan slightly, âDoctor, please help me, I am eager to live, and I wish that I can vanish with dignity even if I have to accept my death.â
âAlright!â, sounded Song Qinghan. He then fixed his gaze decisively and came to use the liquor to disinfect the manâs wound. What a wound! Even Song Qinghan had seen so many scene before, it was still a scene dreadful to his mind.
If he didnât get things wrong, this manâs belly was cut deeply and his stomach was half exposed. But it should be his luck that no organ split out, while the bad side of it was that if he couldnât be treated properly, the inflammation would definitely cause him to death.
He pondered for a while, then after disinfected the scalpel, he glanced at Shuluo.
Shuluo was completely absorbed in the great show Song Qinghan operated, and when he came back to his senses and found that he was stared by Song Qinghan, he suddenly withdrew his gaze and came up to press the man on the ground by the arms, explaining, âIt might be a bit painful, but donât worry, itâs quick.â
The man delivered a smile and just as he was about to say something in response, he could clearly feel that a sharp coldness was completely falling on his belly, the feeling was much similar to the one on the day he was stabbed, yet it was kind of different as it combined with a little bit numbness.
The head of the doctor group was right now staring at Song Qinghan, his pupils shrank suddenly as if they had lost control, while his fists clung to his waist tightly as if only by doing so could he suppress the restlessness in his mind.
Oh, really? Was it really feasible? That was so amazingâ¦.
In fact, even though he was nominally the head of doctor group here, he was no more than a mediocre doctor in the remotest place and the one who even wasnât qualified to get enrolled in the Imperial Hospital.
And to be preciser, it would be a pleasing statement to describe him as a mediocre doctor, but he was more like a so-called âlame doctorâ.
However, he was different from other lame doctors because he indeed got a bit talent in the medicine area, and that was the reason why he would be elected as the head of the group.
In this area, situation like the head experienced was quite rare enough, yet the one Shuluo experienced was more common within the group, which, for no reason he was selected into the team and be responsible for bandaging stuff.
But fortunately, they still had their own conscience, and they wouldnât treat these pitiful soldiers randomly just because they had no profound medical knowledge.
Yet for the most part of the serious cases, even though they wanted to help, they failed to offer a perfect solution.
Just in an instant, he got billions of ideas in his mind, yet among which he was fully confident about one point, that was: His opportunity might have come!
Well, if he was able to acquire knowledge and techniques from Song Qinghan, he probably would be qualified to get enrolled into the Imperial Hospital he was long for with the several achievements he had accomplished within the group.
But, what would he do after he was enrolled into the Imperial Hospital?
His eyes suddenly darkened while he was considering over that, as if he had just lost his orientation in his entire life.
In the thought that he would be able to contact so many noble people in the near future, he was exalted. But after the exaltation, he suddenly realized that the so-called wealth and rank would never be his belongings. So what was the point for him to be happy about that?
Besides, the companion to the royal family would be like a companion to a group of tigers. The others would resort to any possible means to get out of there, how come he strive to get himself into that trouble?
Just at the moment he got his mind wilder and wilder, Song Qinghanâs operation on the man was almost there and it came to the final step, while it could be clearly seen that the patientâs expression had changed a lot. He was quite relived currently as if he had just reborn from the great pain.
Song Qinghan cut off the thread, and applied the ointment evenly on the manâs wound, wrapped it with gauze, and then turned to nod at Shuluo.
Shuluo received Song Qinghanâs meaning, so he came up again to the man and interpreted the post-surgery points for attention to him. Noticing that the man was carefully listening, he felt rather proud suddenly in his mind.
The head of doctor group had already come out of his thoughts. Seeing that Shuluo had become so generous now, he felt a sense of crisis in his heart. And he couldnât help but approach and tilt his head to listen carefully as well so as to remember every single detail Shuluo was saying.
With the first surgery as an example, the ensuing ones would naturally be much more relaxing for them. But just as Song Qinghan caught the second man in his sight, his hands in movements suddenly paused.
The man seemed to have noticed something and his mouth twitched slightly. And he said in a ârazor thinâ voice, âDoctor, I know I am dying, I donât need you to waste your time on me, but I just have only one request, hoping that you will satisfy me.â
Song Qinghan pursed his lips and continued his movements, and then responded in a low voice, âLet me know.â
The manâs eyelashes trembled slightly as he watched Song Qinghan wield his knife on him. He didnât even feel any pain at all, and he uttered softly, âDoctor, youâre so nice. A person who is kind will get a good reward, the Buddha will definitely bless youâ¦â
After saying that, he slowly fixed his gaze back on the top of the tent, speaking weakly as if all his strength had been taken away by the weakening body, âIt, it will be impossible for me to go back my hometown now, but I donât want my body to be buried or discarded randomly here. I hate this place so much! If it is feasible⦠Could you please burn my body after my death? And if it will not bother you at all, I hope my bone ash will be spread along the way, I hope it is elsewhere except this placeâ¦â
Seeing that Song Qinghan didnât say anything, his eyes gradually dimmed down and his lips trembled slightly, âNever mind, doctor, thank you anywayâ¦.â
âI definitely will, where is your hometown?â
Song Qinghan answered after cleaning up the wound. With no more further actions, he raised his head and looked at the man.
The man looked at Song Qinghan back with his eyes opened wide in disbelief.
âMy, my hometown is a small village where is named Shantou, well, it will be much troublesome for you, doctor, never mind, as long as you can sprinkle my bone ash along the way, it will be much appreciated by me. Anyway, at that time my soul will have been somewhereâ¦.â
Seeing that the breathing frequency of the man was slowing down, Song Qinghan showed his sympathy in the eyes as they were full of sadness all of a sudden, and then he answered gently, âI got it, I will head to Shantou as long as the war comes to its end.â
The head of the doctor group seemed to want to say something, but after being glared at by Shuluo, he shut his mouth and swallowed the words back to his throat.
By the time he realized that he shouldnât have been threatened by Shuluo, Shuluo had already lowered his head again. And to his surprise, tears seemed to lingered right in the eyes of Shuluo at the moment.
And then he put his gaze back to the man on the ground thoughtfully, and then came to sigh heavily at the moment he found that the man âdrifted off to sleepâ peacefully.
He witnessed this kind of matters everyday, but he would get different understandings every time he saw people dying. Probably people would only tend to be soft without mind numbness when they were confronting the death together, in other word, it was because it was a common journey for all of us.
After a moment of silence, Song Qinghan turned his head and said to head of the doctor group, âDo me a favor, order someone to get him burned according to his last words, will you?â