A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Wu Dahu didn't let song QingHan wait too long. In front of the sun, he slowly opened his eyes. When he saw song QingHan's curved smiling face, his heart was relaxed. He suddenly released his hand and subconsciously said, "it's OK. Don't be afraid."

Song QingHan comforted himself as soon as he woke up, and his smile deepened. He struggled to stand up and patted the snow on his body. After making sure that the box on his body did not fall off, he said in a relaxed way: "you can go home. Your antidote has finally been found."

Not long after they went out, they met a group of people in charge.

When he saw him, there was a flash of excitement in his eyes, but when he saw the hands of two people holding each other, he stopped and collected his expression.

"Is doctor song going back? Is the dog's egg still alive? "

The female father of dog eggs looked at the wounded dog eggs, regardless of the rules, snatched in front of the leader's mouth, and asked the song QingHan.

Song QingHan saw that the dog egg lowered his head and looked remorseful. Suddenly he said with a smile: "how can it be saved? Continue to do as I say. Don't be soft hearted. You can quit at the latest three months. "

On hearing this, dog egg and his female father's faces showed a look of excitement. They looked at each other and nodded: "we will insist. Thank you, doctor song!"

Song QingHan nodded. Before leaving, he seemed to suddenly think of something. He opened his mouth and asked, "your houses have been destroyed. Do you want to go back?"

Looking at the peaceful snow mountain, the great leader said definitely: "the mission has been inherited. In any case, we will complete it. As for whether the next generation is willing to undertake it, it is up to them to choose."

After saying this, his face suddenly softened down and said slowly, "besides, the house is nothing. This time, we can use the method you told us."

Song QingHan Leng Leng Leng, smile "um" a, embrace boxing way: "then we leave now, if there is a chance in the future, goodbye!"

The big boss's eyes flashed and refused to give up, but on his face, he still laughed and chanted: "good! Have a good journey

Looking at the back of the two people leaving, the big leader sighed in secret.

Suddenly, a little hairy head sprang up from his side and asked curiously, "big boss, if you like, leave him! With so many of us, can't we beat one? "

The big master felt tight in his heart and put his hand over his mouth. Seeing that Wu Dahu and song QingHan didn't hear him, he was relieved and taught in a low voice: "what are you talking about! I don't like it

The little hair was gently pushed by the big boss, touched his head, and saw the big master glared at himself and ran away with a smile.

After he left, the big leader turned his back and looked at Wu Dahu and song QingHan, who turned into black spots, and said in a soft voice, "what's the use of staying? It's not your destiny. It won't belong to you."

Wu Dahu and song QingHan went to the town, bought a carriage, prepared dry food and water, and began to go back.

Song QingHan carefully took out the box in his arms, opened it and roughly counted it. Some of them could not help crying and laughing: "my one actually picked so many iceberg snow lotus. This time, it was really fruitful. Not only can I return the two of Shangguan Lingyu's, but also take three of them to sell. I don't need to worry about money in a short time."

Wu Dahu carefully helped him pull his broken hair to his ear. He said in a low voice, "it's all for life. Ask doctor Shi if we can keep it. We don't need to exchange this for money. The money is enough for the time being. What's more, we are going to Beijing soon. There will be a special person in charge of our food and accommodation."

After hearing this, song QingHan was right to think about it. After all, money is not as rare as iceberg and snow lotus. In case there is something else to use in the future, it can be regarded as a precaution.

After a period of driving, song QingHan suddenly felt light, and there was a floating light spot in front of him, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

His body was hot and cold, which made his brain a little confused, as if he didn't understand what was wrong with him.

Wu Dahu was driving in front of him. Suddenly, he felt that there was something wrong with the movement behind him. He turned around to have a look. He stopped and got into the carriage and picked up song QingHan, who had shrunk into a ball.

Song QingHan's white eyes turned out more than half, and his mouth made a strange sound, like meaningless nonsense. Sweat drops appeared on his forehead, which flowed down his neck and wet his skirt.

Fortunately, Wu Dahu had seen song QingHan become addicted to drugs before, so he didn't feel flustered. He took song QingHan out of the carriage and spread his cloak on the ground to let him lie down.

I don't know how long later, song QingHan's face became more and more pale. Although his eyes recovered a bit of brilliance, he looked more tired. He grabbed his hands on Wu Dahu's shoulder and murmured: "it's painful. I'm really in pain. I can't resist my body, really..."

seeing his hands gradually tightening, Wu Dahu endured the pain of his body Pain, slowly to help him wipe sweat, comfort way: "slowly, relax, you can, you can cure others, you can also go through, good..."Song QingHan suddenly sobbed and put his head on Wu Dahu's shoulder and said sadly, "you don't understand. It's really hard. It's headache, stomachache, and pain all over the body. Although I know it's the nervous system, I still can't bear it. It's too painful..."

Wu Dahu's heart aches because of his crying, so he reaches out to hold him in his arms and increases his strength to make him feel it The warmth of his body said in a soft voice: "if it hurts, then cry out. It will be good to cry for a while. If you think about Xiaoshi, he certainly doesn't want to see his female father in such pain, isn't he?"

After a while, song QingHan finally regained his calm, but his clothes were also wet. It seemed that they had just been fished out of the water.

Song QingHan went back to the carriage and changed his clothes. He rubbed his temple wearily. Seeing Wu Dahu looking at him with concern, he reluctantly laughed and said slowly, "it's OK. Keep going. Don't let the little stones wait for a long time."

Immediately after moving again, song QingHan looked at the nail print in his palm, and his face was somewhat complicated.

As he said before, as a doctor, he knew that drug addiction was caused by the nervous system, but he still had no resistance. Even for a moment, the idea of taking that powder again appeared in his mind.

Now he is almost sure that the package of powder Qin Sanmu gave him to eat was definitely tampered with. I don't know whether it has been purified or processed, so that he can have such a serious addiction reaction after only once.

Wu Dahu is right. Xiaoshi certainly doesn't want to see him paralyzed on the ground like he did just now, just like a cooked shrimp. He is desperate and sad.

Thinking of the lovely face of Xiaoshi, song QingHan tightened his shaking fist.

He must be able to get rid of his addiction on his own, sure!

On the way, song QingHan once again became addicted to drugs. This time, he was more painful than the last time. In his hallucination, he repeatedly bumped into the column of a car. After Wu Dahu hugged him, he even opened his mouth and bit Wu Dahu fiercely. If it were not for Wuda tiger's rough skin and thick flesh, he would have torn a piece of meat from his body.

Although two people did not say anything, but Wu Dahu's eyes were infected with a bit of worry.

Wu Dahu didn't worry too much about the fact that song QingHan could cure this disease from the great leader before. However, after looking at the drug addiction episodes of song QingHan, he found that the saying "the doctor does not cure himself" is correct. Knowing how to treat it is totally different from treating himself.

Finally, before the outbreak of heartbroken grass in Wu Dahu's body, they finally arrived at the familiar yard.

When Hualian opened the gate of the courtyard and saw their faces, she couldn't help looking excited on her dull face all the year round. She said in a trembling voice, "master, young master, you're back...

Wu Dahu and song QingHan don't look pretty, so he didn't ask any more questions and rushed to help them prepare hot water for bathing.

Fortunately, the original Xuan is also at home. Song QingHan gives Bingshan Xuelian to him and asks him to take it to the rejuvenation hall to make antidote. Then he stays at home with Wu Dahu for a short rest.

After two people have bathed in succession, the original Xuan has not come back, Guan Lingyu is looking for the door.

When he saw the perfect song QingHan, his eyes were complex, as if he couldn't believe what he saw. Subconsciously, he said, "you really found iceberg snow lotus?! Or who sold it to you? "

Song QingHan chuckled and handed Guan Lingyu the iceberg snow lotus which he had prepared and the box in front of Guan Lingyu. He said slowly, "although you didn't borrow your iceberg snow lotus, but as a token of thanks for the previous one, take this one."

Guan Lingyu was angry. He turned around and wanted to go. After two steps, he suddenly remembered something. He turned around and grabbed the box in his hand and left in silence.

Song QingHan shakes his head and hears the sound of a heavy object falling down from the room. His heart is tight, and he runs in. Seeing Wu Dahu close his eyes and lying unconscious on the ground, he reaches out and moves him to bed. He wipes the cold sweat on his forehead and looks at the door, waiting for yuanxuan's figure to appear.

Fortunately, yuanxuan didn't let them wait too long, but with half a column of incense, he ran in from the gate with a small box in his hand.

Song QingHan quickly took the round antidote from yuanxuan's hand, broke open Wu Dahu's tense mandible, and took it with warm water.

Wu Dahu took the antidote, and after half a column of incense, he curled up in pain. Fortunately, song QingHan knew that this was the normal reaction of detoxification, so he didn't panic. He covered the quilt for him. When he was tired and wiped off his sweat, he climbed into bed and slept with his clothes.